"Is this the twelfth layer of the Mysterious Wasteland Tower?"
After breaking open the Heavenly Gate with a single sword strike, Xu Taiping had exhausted all his qi and blood, true essence, and divine soul, and his consciousness had sunk into chaos.
When he woke again, he was already inside a great hall surrounded on all four sides by a sea of clouds, with a mass of seven-colored radiance enveloping him.
He lowered his head and glanced at his body.
He discovered that the skin, flesh, sinews, and bones flayed away by heavenly might were recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The power of his qi and blood and true essence, exhausted by that sword strike, was also recovering rapidly, particularly his divine essence, which was normally the hardest to replenish.
"Back then, after borrowing that sword strike from Master, I had to recuperate in the Xiaoyao Sect for over three months before I barely recovered. Today's strike depleted my divine essence and qi and blood even more than that one did, yet I'm recovering so quickly now. Who besides Great Emperor Mysterious Wasteland could accomplish this?"
Xu Taiping struggled to his feet and surveyed his surroundings as he murmured to himself.
He then discovered that although the great hall seemed empty at first glance, a closer look revealed illusory rows of bookshelves. Among those rows, figures dressed as young attendants busied themselves sorting books and Archives.
"Miss Qingcheng once said that the Twelfth Layer of the Mysterious Wasteland Tower was once the largest library in the entire Shangqing Realm. Its Archives stretched from the recent past back through Ancient Times, the distant past, the Primordial Era, and even Primordial Antiquity."
"Even the Archives recording the collapse of the Ancient Heavenly Court were kept here."
As he