On a plain, desolate emptiness stretched as far as the eye could see. Apart from wildly growing weeds, not a living thing was in sight. The sky was dim and deathly still, with only scattered candlelight shining from the library tower standing at the plain's center.
At that moment, a rent opened in the gloomy sky, and a figure suddenly appeared, breaking the silence.
Wang Chengtian stood hunched, his temples graying, looking older than ever. He held an Array Plate, with twelve treasures floating behind him. These twelve were no longer the uneven assortment he had used before; all had now been replaced with Celestial Person treasures, the weakest at the early Celestial Person stage.
He had arrived in this realm.
Wang Chengtian did not choose to fly again. Beneath the somber sky, he walked toward the candlelit library tower one step at a time, his stride steady and his expression calm.
Reaching the foot of the tower, he raised his head to look at its plaque.
[Candlelit Brightness Pavilion].
"Wang Chengtian of the Dragon Creek City Wang Clan has come expressly to pay a visit to [True Lord Ceased Light Punishes Thoughts]!"
Wang Chengtian offered no salute. His hunched back quietly straightened as he spoke slowly.
"Creak."
The library doors swung open. Wang Chengtian paused for a second, then stepped inside.
The instant he crossed the threshold, the mortal world fell away. Shelves of dark sandalwood lined all four walls, reaching the vaulted ceiling, their forms like tiered pagodas and overlapping mountain peaks, housing countless scrolls.
"Blood Miasma, I spared your life. Rather than marry and have children to continue the Wang Household's bloodline, why have you come here to die?"
There was no one else in the pavilion, yet an ethereal, mysterious voice rang out.
Wang Chengtian's gaze