Wang Xuan walked out of the Myriad Arts Library with a slight frown, still turning things over in his mind.
"Health cultivation, strength refinement, moves, hardness and softness, Divine Power..."
He murmured several keywords from the description of the Dragon-Tiger True Form Technique, finding them increasingly familiar the more he considered them.
This system of realm divisions bore a startling resemblance to one from a Gods and Devils World he had happened to hear about in his previous life.
"Heavens Tower, what exactly are you? You can even contain a Gods and Devils World on that level?"
A few vague suspicions surfaced in his heart, but he did not dare dwell on them.
If that Gods and Devils World truly existed, just how terrifyingly powerful would the first Players to enter the heavens ten thousand years ago be by now?
And what about the Longevity Families? Those supreme existences he had never seen, yet which hung over every Royal Clan like a sword above their heads—beings before whom even the Royal Clans were merely lapdogs. Would they also keep Plot World protagonists captive as playthings in such worlds?
The moment that thought arose, Wang Xuan shook his head and suppressed it, forcibly reining in his wandering thoughts.
Before he realized it, he had entered an area entirely different from the one before.
The quiet, deserted commercial streets were gone. The air was thick with a cloying fragrance mixed with the smell of wine and cosmetics. From time to time, women's laughter and men's boisterous shouts reached his ears. There were clearly far more Players coming and going, each wearing a different expression—some flushed with excitement, others pale and haggard, their steps somewhat unsteady.
Following the noise, Wang Xuan saw a brilliantly lit pleasure house standing before him.
Festive decorations hung