Li Qingshan left the bamboo hut and slowly descended the stone steps behind Void Heaven Peak.
Rather than returning directly to his own cave abode, he turned and headed toward the Hall of Scriptures.
There were only three years left before he had to attend the Dao Enlightenment Conference.
Before then, he naturally had to strengthen himself as much as possible. Li Qingshan planned to retrieve the Great Teleportation Immortal Art, then return to enter seclusion.
He would strive to master all these supreme immortal arts within three years!
The Hall of Scriptures was towering and ancient, built entirely from ten-thousand-year agarwood. Its gates were carved with densely packed Dao runes, emanating an archaic, weathered aura.
This Hall of Scriptures was the very foundation of the Primordial Unity Immortal Sect's million-year legacy. It housed tens of thousands of immortal art manuals, from Subordinate First Rank immortal arts to supreme immortal arts—everything one could desire.
As Li Qingshan approached the hall entrance, he saw a white-haired old man seated on the stone steps before the gates, holding a bamboo scroll and reading it with great relish.
The old man wore a gray robe. His face was gaunt, his aura restrained, and not the slightest ripple of immortal power could be sensed around him, yet he gave off an unfathomable impression.
He seemed to have merged with the Hall of Scriptures itself. Without careful perception, one might even overlook his existence.
He was none other than the Scripture Hall Elder who guarded the Hall of Scriptures.
Li Qingshan stepped forward and bowed. "This disciple, Li Qingshan, greets Elder."
The Scripture Hall Elder set down his bamboo scroll and lifted his head. A glimmer of light flashed through his cloudy old eyes as he sized Li Qingshan up from head to toe, before