109: Chapter 109 Enlightenment in the Scripture Pavilion

The three of them were like birds, lightly flying to the peak of this mountain. Standing at the summit, they looked down at the scene below, seeing a tower reaching a hundred meters high standing there, exuding an ancient and solemn aura.

The entire tower was in an antique style, as if it had undergone the baptism of long years.

Above the main gate of the tower, a huge plaque hung high, with the three large characters "Scripture Pavilion" strikingly carved in a style as flamboyant as a flying Dragon and a dancing Phoenix. These three characters appeared exceptionally eye-catching under the sunlight.

However, when their gaze fell upon the ground around the tower, they saw corpses piled up like mountains. These corpses lay scattered across the ground, some even maintaining their struggling postures from before death.

Judging from the clothing of these corpses, they were clearly members of the Xiantian Sword Sect before they died.

Without a doubt, these people had come here to snatch the treasures within the Scripture Pavilion, but in the end, they met their deaths and went to the Yellow Springs.

Just then, a breeze blew by, bringing a hint of a strange aura.

Chen Zhiwen and the other two looked around. Suddenly, dozens of spectral figures emerged silently from the shadows like ghosts.

Each of these figures wore black tight-fitting clothes that wrapped their bodies tightly, revealing only pairs of cold eyes.

They all wore masks on their faces, making it impossible to see their true countenances, which added a bit of mystery and terror to the atmosphere.

A bone-chilling coldness permeated from these figures, as if they were demons walking out of Hell itself, making people shudder.

"Greetings, Master!" These people knelt on one knee, respectfully saluting Chen Zhiwen.

Looking at these Dark Net Members, a look of satisfaction appeared on Chen Zhiwen's face. "All of you, rise."

"Thank you, Master!" These Dark Net Members rose upon receiving the order.

Leng Feng waved his hand, and these Dark Net Members disappeared again, hiding in the surrounding shadows.

"Wait here; I'm going in for a while," Chen Zhiwen instructed Leng Feng and Ye Hao.

"If I haven't come out after two days, come in and remind me."

There were only a few days left until the opening of the Zetian Sect's Qinghua Mountain. Chen Zhiwen was afraid he might lose track of time in the Scripture Pavilion, so he made a point of giving these instructions.

"Yes!" The two nodded.

Chen Zhiwen pushed open the gate of the Scripture Pavilion, and his figure soon disappeared into the darkness.

The moment Chen Zhiwen stepped into the Xiantian Sword Sect's Scripture Pavilion, he felt as if he were in an ocean of knowledge.

The scene before him left him in awe—rows of neatly arranged bookshelves were like soldiers in formation, majestic and solemn.

These bookshelves were numerous, totaling several hundred. Each was towering into the clouds, giving a sense of endless extension.

What was even more shocking was that every bookshelf was packed with Sword Dao books. These books were stacked layer upon layer, like mountains of knowledge.

At a rough estimate, the number of books on this floor alone had reached a staggering one million!

Such a massive collection of books was simply jaw-dropping. However, this was only one floor of the Scripture Pavilion; there were actually over ten such floors!

Faced with such a vast quantity of books, Chen Zhiwen couldn't help but marvel at the grand scale of this Scripture Pavilion and the profound knowledge it contained. He casually walked to a bookshelf and curiously picked up a book to flip through.

However, after flipping through just a few pages, he discovered that this book was merely an ordinary book explaining the Sword Dao, with mediocre content and nothing special about it.

Thus, he put the book back on the shelf without hesitation and continued forward.

Chen Zhiwen knew very well that the more precious a Sword Dao Secret Manual was, the more likely it was to be stored on the higher floors.

Therefore, he didn't waste time on the lower floors and headed straight for the upper levels via the stairs.

The Scripture Pavilion had fifteen floors in total. Chen Zhiwen went directly up to the seventh or eighth floor in one go, not flipping through a single book on the lower floors to avoid wasting time.

When Chen Zhiwen reached the ninth floor, the number of books there was significantly less than on the floors below.

Furthermore, when Chen Zhiwen reached this floor, a Restriction quietly appeared, blocking his path.

Clearly, Chen Zhiwen didn't care about this. He indifferently threw a punch, shattering the Restriction of this floor. Walking up to the bookshelves, he picked up a book and began to read.

As expected, the quality of the Sword Dao books on this floor was far better than those on the lower floors.

The book in Chen Zhiwen's hand was a Sword Technique passed down for centuries. Although its Rank wasn't high, Chen Zhiwen still read it with great focus.

With the enhancement of his Heaven-Defying Comprehension Ability, in less than a hundred breaths of time, Chen Zhiwen had fully comprehended the essentials of this Sword Technique.

Putting down this Sword Technique Secret Manual, Chen Zhiwen picked up another and began to read.

Time passed bit by bit, and Chen Zhiwen was completely immersed in the ocean of knowledge within the Secret Manuals.

With Leng Feng and the Dark Net Members standing guard outside the Scripture Pavilion, Chen Zhiwen didn't need to worry about anyone disturbing him.

In a tranquil atmosphere, Chen Zhiwen felt as if he were in a world isolated from the outside. He was immersed among the bookshelves, continuously flipping through every Secret Manual.

These Secret Manuals were like doors leading to the depths of the Sword Dao; every flip of a page deepened his understanding of the Sword Dao.

Every time he finished a Sword Dao Secret Manual, Chen Zhiwen would immediately integrate its content into his spiritual Sea of Consciousness, as if opening up a world of Sword Dao in his mind, continuously Cultivating and comprehending.

His state of mind became increasingly peaceful with his insights into the Sword Dao, as if he were merging with this quiet space.

Time passed unknowingly, and in the blink of an eye, the morning passed like a fleeting shadow.

Chen Zhiwen had already flipped through most of the books on the ninth floor, and his Sword Dao Realm had been greatly enhanced through this morning of reading and Cultivation.

However, at that moment, Chen Zhiwen suddenly stopped what he was doing.

He slowly stood up, walked to the stairs, and headed for the tenth floor without hesitation.

After a morning of reading, he knew well that the Sword Dao Secret Manuals on the ninth floor were of negligible use to him now, and staying there any longer would just be a waste of time.

When he stepped onto the floor of the tenth level, the number of books there was again reduced by more than half compared to the ninth floor, with only a few thousand volumes.

But Chen Zhiwen didn't feel disappointed; he knew these books must contain even more profound mysteries of the Sword Dao.

Chen Zhiwen acted with practiced ease, easily breaking the Restriction here.

Then, he thirstily began flipping through these precious Sword Dao Secret Manuals, each one making him feel as though he had found a treasure, and he became so immersed that he could not extricate himself.