Although Xu Yi didn't understand Xue Zihan's intentions, he couldn't bear to go against her, so he accompanied her through all four scenes.
When they wandered into the Winter Scene Diagram, they found a bleak battlefield where snowland beasts would sometimes ambush them from the shadows. It was an excellent place to hone combat skills and build up their vitality.
With Xue Zihan leading the way, the two skillfully avoided Feng Jiu.
After leaving the Four Scenes Diagram, Xue Zihan parted the clouds beneath their feet and led Xu Yi plunging downward. They fell for more than twenty breaths before finally touching down.
Xu Yi looked around. At last, the scenery before him was no longer ethereal, but a solid, unmistakable hall.
The hall was immensely high and broad, seemingly without end in any direction. Its four walls were fitted with enormous shelves forged from glittering, translucent jade. The shelves were divided into countless compartments, some holding books and others jade boxes.
"This is Jingzhen Hall," Xue Zihan said. "Everything here is a treasure that caught Long Jingtian's eye. Those books are classics rarely seen outside. Some record cultivation methods, some are the notes of those who came before, and others are maps and records of mountains, rivers, and seas."
"The jade boxes hold either Shadow-Sound Pearls, high-grade Spirit Stones, or Precious Medicine. Though they're all treasures, Long Jingtian rarely pays them any attention now. He only comes by occasionally to take some Shadow-Sound Pearls and watch them. They contain precious recordings: some are of battles, while others show elders of the Demon Race discussing the Dao. I once heard Long Jingtian lament that, compared with spirit pills, precious medicines, or divine techniques, the wisdom left behind by our predecessors—shimmering with the utmost brilliance of thought—is the greatest wealth of