Once the light of teleportation faded, Su Ming found that the Knowledge Sanctum was slightly different from what he had imagined.
Rows upon rows of bookshelves soared into the clouds, while the floor was piled high with books and scrolls of all kinds, leaving barely any place to set foot.
These were the stories of the gods. Their origins, growth, and falls were recorded here, as were their joys and sorrows.
Compared with the Dimensional Demon Gods, the Second Generation Gods were closer to humans. Their desires were stronger, their emotions more direct. They could be happy or sad, and rarely hid it. That was also why Su Ming did not dislike them that much.
The sort of not-dislike one felt toward test subjects.
Although many gods looked down on mortals because of their own strength, once you displayed power no weaker than theirs, they surrendered ridiculously fast. They were all very pragmatic; their long lives had granted them extraordinary wisdom.
It was just that once many gods realized Gorr the God Butcher was not someone to provoke, they no longer had a chance to surrender. Most gods Gorr came knocking for had been eaten by the Black Sword.
The Knowledge Sanctum sounded impressive, but in reality, it was basically the registry office for every ancient god and Second Generation God in the universe. If someone came here looking for rare magic or advanced technology, they had come to the wrong place. There was none of that here—only all sorts of stories.
The fire inside the building was not very large. Even when books and scrolls caught fire, they burned far more slowly than ordinary paper.
They even smelled rather pleasant when burning, carrying the fragrance of ink.
"God, spatial folding technology?" Pym sighed emotionally. His ant head turned this