Gathering the Crystals into Books, Their Meaning Reaching the Heart

The cave walls, both in appearance and touch, resemble real rock, but ultimately they are constructed from thought. Under the combined illumination of two mirrors, they melt away without leaving any residue, quickly forming a cave entrance as tall as a person.

Seeing the cave entrance take shape, Sun Yong nodded slightly, a look of satisfaction on his face. "At this rate, we can soon carve out a road, continuing deeper until we reach the central core."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Meng turned and asked, "Young Master, if we excavate like this, we'll inevitably run into other tunnels. Won't we run into other people and cause conflicts?" His face showed worry.

Upon hearing this, Sun Yong frowned, then shook his head and said, "That's alright. As long as we don't encounter the likes of Bei Xuan and Tang Qing, there won't be much of a problem."

Huang Xun then said, "That's true, but encountering the Bei Xuan group was an accident in itself, disrupting many plans. Now, Qiu Yan has appeared, also a Literary Path Creation figure whose Literary Thought is naturally favored by the Book Mountain. In comparison, we have to expend much more effort to match him."

"Qiu Yan," Sun Yong murmured, a cold glint in his eyes, "His appearance is indeed unexpected, and moreover..."

Before he could finish speaking, a clear, tinkling sound suddenly came from his arms.

Upon hearing this voice, Sun Yong's expression changed abruptly, a look of surprise flashing across his face. He then reached into his robes and took out a small ball that gleamed with a metallic sheen.

Ding ding ding!

The crisp sound came from inside the ball.

With a flick of his wrist, Sun Yong caused the small ball to expand, transforming into a smooth, square tray marked with various characters, clearly indicating directions at a glance.

In the center of this plate is a spoon, slightly tilted, emitting a faint magnetic force.

This is clearly a South-pointing Compass, used to distinguish north from south and determine one's own location.

"The handle of the South-pointing Compass, when thrown to the ground, points south."

At that moment, the spoon on the South-pointing Compass flickered and tinkled. A shadow appeared on it, and Sun Yong, seeing this, was anxious. "What's going on? Has Ore Mother gotten there first?"

Sun Yong said this and quickly calmed down.

"No, that's not right. Our Sun Household planted Ore Seed here and left markers. Besides intending to attract future generations, they also took many precautions and made it more concealed to prevent exposure and benefit others. Even with something to guide us in, we still had to carve out our own passage. No matter how Divine Ability others are, they couldn't possibly cross the cave within a cave and reach the center of the Book Mountain!"

At this point, he became even calmer, his eyes darting around as he deduced a possibility. "It seems someone is deliberately trying to panic us. This person likely knows our purpose and wants to muddy the waters!"

Zhou Meng nodded, then added, "But it's not the only possibility. You Hong is compatible with the Book Mountain Mine, they might be able to travel all the way to the central region."

Upon hearing this, Sun Yong's face darkened; he naturally understood the underlying meaning in Zhou Meng's words.

Ultimately, there are still two Literary Path Creation figures in this cave, and such people are even more favored by the Book Mountain.

Originally, the Sun Household sent Zhou Meng and Huang Xun, two people with Literary Heart, thinking that everything would go smoothly. However, after entering the Scholar Forest, they finally found the marked Book Mountain, only to run into Bei Xuan and his group, and had no choice but to feign compliance.

This seemingly coincidental event actually involves factors of fortune and Fortune, and is an arrangement made in the Unseen, perfectly demonstrating the soaring Fortune of the Bei Xuan.

"My Sun Household actually made arrangements to prevent this from happening," Sun Yong quickly adjusted his mindset and sneered, "Bei Xuan and Qiu Yan may be very lucky in this Book Mountain, but that doesn't mean I'm helpless against them. As long as I can get to the place where the Ore Seed were buried, I can quickly set up a plan, and maybe..."

As he said this, a burning glint appeared in his eyes.

"We can seize their Literary Thought and Literary Dao and claim it as our own!"

Zhou Meng and Huang Xun exchanged a glance, secretly worried. They knew that a person Literary Path Creation, no matter how ordinary they appeared, could not be judged by common sense.

Boom!

Before the two could speak, a loud rumbling sound suddenly came from the side, followed by billowing smoke and dust. After being reflected by the two mirrors and the walls melted, dust filled the cave that had been carved out.

Zhou Meng and Huang Xun quickly took two steps back, each flicking their sleeves, and their Literary Thought flew out, forming layers of invisible protective shields in front of them, keeping the dust out.

When this dust falls to the ground, it is heavy and restrained, and the various thoughts contained within it will not be stirred up. However, when it flies up, it is unpredictable and will cause thoughts to move together. Once it touches the soul, an endless torrent of thoughts will rush over. Those who have condensed their Literary Heart can naturally resist it, but for someone like Sun Yong, Living Soul is simply Spirit Projection, it is inevitable that his soul will be burst after being touched.

This is actually the same situation as when the Trial Beast roared and the sandstorm raged earlier.

Facing the flying sand, Sun Yong remained calm, standing behind Zhou and Huang with an air of composure, displaying the demeanor of a great general.

After a few breaths, the dust settled, and he stepped out from behind Zhou Meng and Huang Xun, entering the newly carved cave without looking back. The end of this cave was connected to another cave within a cave.

After passing through the cave, Sun Yong surveyed his surroundings, then glanced down at the South-pointing Compass in his hand and coldly ordered, "Continue excavating!"

"No wonder it's called Book Mountain or Book Mine; it turns out that's what it is."

Inside the cave, Qiu Yan sat cross-legged, looking at the piles of crystals in front of him, and sighed.

Before him were seven piles of crystals, each a different color, some more than others. The largest pile was yellowish, and at a glance, it contained at least thirty or forty crystals. The smallest pile glowed with a faint blue light and contained only seven crystals.

Two days have passed.

Over two days, Qiu Yan walked through the Book Mountain Mine. As he walked, he would sometimes sense the subtle artistic conception emanating from the stalagmites under his feet, and sometimes break off one or two, imprinting the insights he gained from the crystallization in his mind for future exploration.

As he did this more often, his understanding of various artistic conceptions and insights gradually deepened. Although he didn't fully comprehend them, he gradually became able to grasp them and apply them to other situations.

However, these are just the tip of the iceberg. For Qiu Yan, the real gain is undoubtedly the seven piles of crystals in front of him.

With the "help" of the Ginseng Baby, Qiu Yan has collected a lot of interconnected Book Ore Crystals along the way. When these crystals are single, they cannot be absorbed by people, nor can they be taken out of the Scholar Forest. However, once a bunch of them are collected, the crystals become interconnected and immediately change.

At this moment, through Qiu Yan's vision and combined with his senses, he could clearly perceive illusory figures on the seven piles of crystals—

Those were books!

Collected crystals into a book!

"A single crystal contains only insights, which can be explored but not absorbed. However, once a set is collected, the insights of the same origin merge and transform with each other, actually forming a virtual book. After studying it, the insights within can be imprinted in one's heart and remain there forever. There is no need to worry that the perception will disappear once the crystal is released. No wonder it is called Book Mountain Book Mine."

As Qiu Yan pondered, she reached out and touched the nearest book with her fingertips.

This is a book suspended above a pile of orange crystals; there are eleven crystals in total.

In an instant, the book opened, and rows of words burst forth, accompanied by numerous illustrations. Words and pictures intertwined and shifted, reflecting in the heart, merging into the soul, engraving themselves in the mind, and becoming part of one's own memory.

However, this is just a separate memory. The content and insights within it were not directly grasped by Qiu Yan. He still needs to spend some time recalling and reviewing it before he can truly internalize the memory and make it his own.

"This Phantom Books describes a technique that has been lost to the Historical River. It is a type of Mechanism Arts, primarily focused on civilian applications. If one can thoroughly understand and apply it, it can effectively improve production efficiency."

After sensing with his eyes closed for a while, Qiu Yan reopened them, his eyes flashing with an orange light. The book that had been floating in front of him had disappeared.

The orange crystals gradually lost their luster and eventually disappeared, turning a dull gray.

"The Phantom Books, once turned to pages, imprints its insights into the heart, and the Book Ore Crystals that were Original Edition its vessel decay and decay..."

As Qiu Yan was still thinking, he suddenly flicked his sleeve, rolled up the pile of dim crystals, and then separated a bit of his Heart Fire to envelop them and begin to burn them.

Crackling! Crackling! Crackling!

The Fire Star surface churned, and before long, the eleven crystals were melted and solidified into a single sphere, about a third the size of a palm.

With a flick of his sleeve, Qiu Yan tucked the sphere into his sleeve.

"These crystallized remnants of insights, imbued with the sound of reading, are something that Ginseng Treasure loves to eat. We might as well leave them for him."

Thinking this, Qiu Yan turned his gaze and looked at a corner not far away, where a short figure was lying, his belly slightly bulging, his chest rising and falling, fast asleep.

"I wonder how long this little guy will sleep. But these past two days, thanks to him, I was able to collect all seven sets of illusory books. If I had to try to comprehend them on my own, not to mention luck, I would have had to break off stalagmites repeatedly, and the perception inside would have affected my soul, reducing my time in the cave."

Qiu Yan withdrew his gaze and pondered for a moment.

These souls face many limitations in this mine. Even with Qiu Yan's soul's resilience, he can only stay for three days. The more crystals he touches, the shorter this time becomes. Now, thanks to the Ginseng Baby's ability to identify crystals, he can accurately obtain the required ones, saving time and effort. But even so, this has already shortened his stay time by nearly three hours.

"We don't have much time left, so to be on the safe side, we might as well absorb all the illusory books first!"

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