Jiang Yang turned it over and examined it a few times, then put it away. This was no time to study talismans.
After properly laying the senior's remains to rest, Jiang Yang took the token and returned to the entrance of Langhuan Pavilion.
This time, with the Access Token in hand, Jiang Yang stepped forward and waved it before the rounded curtain of light. An opening immediately appeared, swirling as billowing white vapor streamed out.
"Excellent, just what I needed!"
Jiang Yang hung the token at his waist and stepped inside, excitement written all over his face.
Though countless years might have passed, the palace lanterns throughout the pavilion still shone brightly. The building had six sides and three spacious stories, and the first thing he felt upon entering was the rich spirit vigor washing over him.
Spirit wood formed the beams, and jade tiles paved the floor. More than a dozen rosewood shelves stood in orderly rows, packed like scales and comb teeth, each five zhang tall and reaching the beams above.
Countless jade slips lay upon the shelves, their spiritual radiance dazzling the eye. Separated and arranged by formations, they glittered as densely as stars, stretching beyond what a single glance could take in.
Truly: stars shone upon vermilion rails and emerald tiles; jade slips and bamboo tablets unfolded in ordered ranks.
Like a great rat that had fallen into a granary, Jiang Yang was dazzled by the abundance before him as he walked straight to the pavilion's center.
"Ten thousand works in the Dao Canon, vast as a sea of mist. I fear all the texts in this grotto-heaven are gathered here..."
Sighing in wonder, Jiang Yang wanted to take down a slip along the way and read it, but formations sealed every shelf. Merely reaching out