Royal Capital.
Dao Palace
After leaving the dining hall, Jiang Ning went straight back to the Library Pavilion and soon immersed himself completely in reading.
Although gaining experience in the Literacy skill over a short period was of little use, writing was the essence of a civilization.
It was an important means for him to understand this world, understand martial civilization, understand Great Xia's more than eight hundred years of history, understand the ancient era, and understand all things beneath heaven.
It was also a means of increasing wisdom.
With strength alone and no brains, it was likewise difficult to achieve anything great.
Time passed.
Soon, afternoon arrived.
Suddenly.
Rumble—
A thunderous boom rang out from the sky.
Jiang Ning abruptly came back to himself as the Library Pavilion shook.
"Fuyuan, how dare you!" A woman's sharp rebuke suddenly rang out from the heavens overhead.
"Fellow Daoist, why cling so stubbornly to humanity? You and I are both Orthodox Gods. We heavenly gods were born to rule over all things in this world." Then came an emotionless voice, neither male nor female, carrying a stiff, unnatural quality.
Hearing that voice resound through heaven and earth.
It's Lord Fuyuan! Jiang Ning was secretly startled, immediately recalling the scene from several days ago when he entered the city.
Back then, he had witnessed Lord Fuyuan's extraordinary nature.
A clay sculpted body with no flesh, yet it could invisibly bring immense pressure.
Strongmen cleared the way, golden boys and jade maidens stood on either side, and he came and went freely from the royal capital.
This undoubtedly showed how terrifying Lord Fuyuan was.
In a sense, this was the imperial family and the court bowing their heads to Lord Fuyuan, granting him such privileges.
Boom—
The next moment.
Another earth-shaking roar rang out.