As the iron ring on the bronze gate was yanked open with force.
A dull sound followed.
"Buzz, buzz, buzz..."
The great gate seemed not to have been opened for a very long time.
As it slowly opened, an aura sealed away for countless years wafted out from within.
Xu Zimo simply watched.
Only after the gate had fully opened, with two giants standing motionless at either side,
did he slowly step inside.
The top floor was completely different from what Xu Zimo had imagined.
The lighting here was rather dim.
The bookshelves holding the books were exceptionally tall.
They were nearly dozens of meters high.
Most importantly, each shelf, despite being so tall, held only a single book.
The books themselves were also extraordinarily enormous.
If an ordinary person had poor eyesight, they might not even be able to make out the words on them.
These books were made from a special material. No matter how long they were stored, they would neither rot nor sustain damage.
Moreover, a faint Dao Rhyme emanated from within them.
When Xu Zimo opened the first page, he discovered that this book had not been written in the traditional manner with words.
Instead, the Great Dao had been used as a brush, and Dao Rhyme as ink.
With divine soul as the force, it had been specially inscribed.
It could be said that one did not need to use one's eyes at all to read this book.
One needed to send one's divine soul into it.
Xu Zimo swept his gaze around.
He found that the top floor contained only a little over a hundred books.
Yet they occupied an immense area.
Every book was like a high-rise building dozens of stories tall.
Xu Zimo first opened the book before him and slowly