Shen Lin and the others followed that person, flying into a small room inside the palace.
The place looked like a study, with rows upon rows of bookshelves lining the walls.
As for the books used to record information, they were actually enormous stone slabs.
The native civilization of this world—the civilization of those giants—seemed to be, frankly, rather hard to describe.
Perhaps the price of mastering the Dao of Strength was that even their brains had mutated entirely into muscle?
Shen Lin could not help complaining inwardly.
So far, he had learned about quite a few civilizations in the River of Time.
Leaving aside the ordinary exchanges within the Myriad Realms Association, where various technologies had advanced by leaps and bounds, some fields had even caught up with the Empire's civilization.
Even the Chaos Sea and the Sea of Blood World, which had developed solely through their own efforts without guidance from outsiders, had given rise to all kinds of brilliant civilizations within them.
In the Chaos Sea, relying on spiritual power and the power of the Dao laws, the Myriad Treasures Pavilion had invented all sorts of strange and wonderful things.
A single Jade Slip could record tens of thousands of words.
A single token could transmit messages instantaneously across tens of millions of li.
Even the Sea of Blood World had developed all kinds of paper books that would not decay or deteriorate for tens of millions of years. When Shen Lin had visited back then, he had still been able to find all sorts of records in the Holy Church.
Yet this world had built its cities in a seemingly magnificent fashion while following the path of achieving miracles through brute force.
And that method which had astonished Shen Lin just moments ago—using Great Dao Power