The Scripture Depository had nine floors in total. Handyman Disciples could consult the first floor, Inner Sect Disciples two floors, Direct Disciples two floors, sect stewards one floor, and sect elders one floor. Only the various Venerables had permission to consult the remaining two floors.
Wuya Sect had nine peaks in all, each housing countless cultivation arts and scriptures—treasures rarely found in the mortal world, including no shortage of unique copies and lost texts.
I continued up to the higher floors of the Scripture Depository.
The higher I went, the higher the grade of the cultivation arts. Even the arts on the third floor already exerted a powerful pressure on me.
These already extraordinary cultivation arts had, over the years since leaving their first creators, gradually evolved until they gained spiritual awareness and a portion of instinct.
Even a flower, a blade of grass, or a piece of wood, if worn by a mighty cultivator year after year, might develop consciousness. Let alone powerful cultivation arts that had been extraordinary from the moment they were created.
I did not casually flip through the cultivation arts on the third floor.
Quite a few of the jade slips here had already developed faint instincts.
I was afraid that my cultivation was too low and that I would read too many.
If a minor cultivator of low cultivation repeatedly consulted their contents, some jade slips would develop feelings of resistance.
I made a round through the floor.
Several brief lines of introduction were written beneath every jade slip.
After deciding what I wanted to read, I picked up several jade slips and slowly pressed them to my forehead, using my divine sense to browse the free portion at the beginning.
After the entire trip, I had formed a more complete impression of the