When Mu Chen arrived at the Scripture Pavilion with Xiao Xiao, sunlight slanted across its sweeping eaves.
The pavilion was not particularly tall, standing only nine stories high. It was built entirely of a dark red crystal, its texture smooth and lustrous, with a faint warmth seeping from within.
No bells hung from the corners of its eaves. Only intricate flame patterns were carved there, their lines flowing with brilliant luster beneath the sunlight.
Xiao Xiao stopped before the steps and turned sideways. "This is the Scripture Pavilion. Since Father has allowed you to browse freely, make yourself at home.
All the texts inside are protected by restrictions. They must not be damaged or taken outside. Once you have selected your hundred texts and registered them, someone will make copies for you."
"Is there a time limit for choosing?" Mu Chen asked.
"Of course not," Xiao Xiao replied, her phoenix eyes lingering on Mu Chen's face. "The Endless Fire Domain founded its Dao upon fire, so naturally, eight or nine out of every ten texts in the Scripture Pavilion concern fire arts."
"There are also some texts and miscellaneous records of other attributes, but the divine abilities within them may not entirely suit your wishes."
Xiao Xiao led Mu Chen through the doors. He looked inside and could only vaguely make out the outlines of row upon row of shelves stretching into the depths.
The shelves stood densely packed like a forest, with no end in sight.
On them lay jade slips, silk manuscripts, bone fragments, stone tablets, and even strange metal leaves...
The vessels carrying these legacies came in every conceivable form, all shrouded in a thin crimson glow-the protective restrictions.
In an instant, countless fire auras-blazing, subtle, savage, or mellow-mingled with scattered fluctuations of other attributes and crashed