Fusion

At the center of the Great Spirit Book Corridor was an octagonal atrium that stretched endlessly downward, seemingly without end. Tiny spirit-particle lamps gave off a faint glow, keeping the place from sinking completely into darkness.

At this moment, faint footsteps quietly echoed through the empty underground library.

When Cang Nan first entered, he had no idea how the Great Spirit Book Corridor's records were categorized. By the dim light of the spirit-particle lamps, he skimmed the nameplates on each row of bookshelves.

Yet the markings on them were all symbols he could not understand.

This seemingly endless collection of books, combined with its strange appearance...