Although the Zhou royal house had been squeezed and carved up by the various feudal states until hardly anything remained, the world was now in chaos, with changes everywhere. Luoyang had instead become a paradise beyond the mortal realm—stable yet antiquated, orderly yet shackling.
After entering Luoyang with a small number of refugees, Meng Qi quietly left them and asked around for the location of the Repository.
He wore drab gray clothes without a hint of mixed color. His face was covered in dust, his features ordinary, and he looked like one of the most common refugees. Though not yet old, he had already aged prematurely. When asking for information, he claimed that the official in charge of the Repository was a distant relative of his and that he had come to seek refuge, avoiding suspicion.
Following the directions, Meng Qi slowly felt his way forward toward the Zhou royal palace. The Repository was nearby. It held books and artifacts, and was not merely a "library."
This earthly body was now Meng Qi's only secret that could deceive the Lord of Six Paths Samsara, and the greatest support he consciously possessed. Thus, he was especially careful and low-key. He would rather spend more time than spread out his spiritual sense to sketch Luoyang's circumstances and quickly locate the Repository. That would make it easy to rub against the local experts and provoke conflict. Once the conflict grew, the Lord of Six Paths Samsara might notice him. Given that being's displayed overwhelming might, terror, and vast supernatural powers, it could certainly see through his secret at a glance.
Keeping a low profile was for the sake of breaking free in the future!
By afternoon, Meng Qi finally found the Repository. The building was ancient and simple, its decorations heavy and solemn,