Dismantle It

Sea of Learning.

Beneath Book Mountain Basin, Taishi Wuwei hovered in midair, standing guard over everyone. Shen Qian, Tantai Qin, and the others sat cross-legged below, each recovering their damaged Soul Power.

Although the loss of soul strength recovered extremely slowly, and pills could not be consumed within the Sea of Learning, this place had its own peculiarities. The fragmented knowledge filling the seawater was actually the finest nourishment for the soul. Though it could not keep pace with combat consumption, recovery was still much faster than it would be in the outside world.

Taishi Wuwei actually felt there was little need for him to stand guard. Given Shen Qian's current reputation, he was no less formidable than Jiang Huan had been back then—if anything, even more so.

After all, Jiang Huan had never slain a Wang Hou.

It was already impressive enough if others did not flee at the sight of Shen Qian. Who would dare approach him?

At least during the time Taishi Wuwei had been watching, the area within ten thousand zhang was not merely devoid of other people—it was practically empty. Most martial artists had tacitly kept away from Book Mountain Basin. Even though Book Mountain still had two chances to be refined, no one wished to try their luck, as if they had all accepted that this was Shen Qian's private territory.

At a certain moment, Shen Qian, whose eyes had been tightly shut, suddenly opened them. He rose to his feet, walked to a hilltop, and stared blankly into the empty sky above the Sea of Learning.

The people sitting nearby were all startled awake and looked over in confusion.

"Shen Qian?" Tantai Qin called out.

Shen Qian turned around blankly, and everyone was shocked to see that tears were streaming down his face.