"True Scripture of Southern Florescence, True Scripture of the Way and Virtue..."
"Treatise on Response and Retribution... Martial Canon?"
On the pavilion's third floor, Li Tianyang rapidly searched for anything that might offer a clue about the Immortal Gate.
Yet even when he used the amount of dust to judge which books had been handled most often, he found at a glance that the Taoists had frequently leafed through even these most classic texts.
"Hor... Tianyang."
"Uh, what kind of books are we looking for, exactly?"
Following behind Li Tianyang, He Zheng looked at the densely packed ancient books before him and felt his head spin.
Never mind that he couldn't recognize some of the characters-even if he could, he had no way of telling which books were useful.
"Anything about ghosts, immortals, or formations!"
"Anything about bamboo will do, too!"
Without looking back, Li Tianyang gave the two men these instructions with some urgency, then continued searching.
Three or four minutes had already passed, and no one knew when the ghosts would appear. If one of the wounds on Ye Lin's chest hadn't corresponded to this place, he would even have suspected that there were no clues in the Scripture Pavilion.
He noticed there were no Blood Curses on the walls. Once the ghosts appeared, their lives could be in danger at any moment.
"Anything about ghosts and immortals?"
With a click, He Zheng took out his lighter and squinted as he searched, using its light to distinguish which areas had the least dust.
But no matter how he looked, the dust on the shelves seemed about the same. Judging by the worn marks, the books these Taoists had handled most often were actually all sorts of alchemy manuals.
*Could these Taoists have opened the gate by swallowing pills