At the entrance to the Shendao Sect's Cultivation Technique Pavilion.
"Why have I kept feeling that something is strange inside the Cultivation Technique Pavilion lately?" The pavilion-guarding elder looked rather helpless.
For the past week, he had felt this way every day. It was not merely spiritual perception—each time, he had personally entered the Cultivation Technique Pavilion to inspect it carefully, yet he had found nothing.
With his Ninth Tier Martial God strength, if some petty thief had truly entered the Cultivation Technique Pavilion, he would definitely have discovered them.
Unless the other party's strength far surpassed his own.
Ordinary Martial God realm martial artists could not accomplish such a thing. Only supreme experts at the Tenth Tier Immortal of the Land realm possessed such ability.
However, supreme experts of that level had no need to hide their heads and show their tails.
They only needed to go speak some "reason" to the Sect Master, and they could enter the Cultivation Technique Pavilion openly and aboveboard.
So perhaps he was merely overthinking things.
Yet that feeling was truly intense, and it did not seem false.
The Cultivation Technique Pavilion elder felt utterly helpless.
Meanwhile, Chen Mo, who was on the top floor of the Cultivation Technique Pavilion, put down the book in his hand and thought:
Finally finished. Excluding the duplicates and those without much value, there were seventy-one in total. The harvest was fairly decent.
This Shendao Sect was the first stop in his search for cultivation techniques.
Everything had gone exceptionally smoothly.
Only, the pavilion-guarding elder's occasional spiritual probes amused him somewhat.
As his realm had broken through, Chen Mo's comprehension of Rule Power had deepened considerably. His use of rules within Domain Power had already begun to take shape.
Under such circumstances, it was exceedingly difficult for