Chapter 337: The Ladder of Immortals and the Man in the Attic

The Sutra Repository is just a small wooden attic.

Apart from the area where it is located, it seems quite quiet and is no different from other buildings.

In the current era of increasing popularity of electronic reading, thin paper made of many fibers seems to have gradually disappeared.

Only the yellowed pages of the book silently interpret the stories of the past in silence.

“Squeak…ah…”

It seemed that the bearings were a little stiff. When Yi Chun pushed open the door of the Sutra Library, the wooden door made a sharp sound that made one's teeth ache.

Perhaps it was because the room was not well ventilated. When Yi Chun walked in, he could smell a strong scent mixed with paper and ink.

Books have a smell, especially when there are piles of them.

Normally, there are special Taoists responsible for cleaning here.

But when Yi Chun came, he did not see any other Taoists there.

Yi Chun stared thoughtfully at the wooden plaque hanging in the middle of the lobby on the first floor.

He seemed to smell an obscure scent from above .

However, Yi Chun did not delve into it further.

The foundation of this world's unique extraordinary civilization is not much shallower than that of other perhaps larger worlds.

But now it seems that due to some reasons in the past, it has become fragmented.

This may be a good thing for ordinary things.

As someone who has experienced several wars in the extraordinary world, Yi Chun thinks so.

Compared to the technological age, the shock of artillery fire plowing the land.

The war in the extraordinary world may not be more glorious and magnificent than that.

But sometimes, it can be more cruel, bloody and vicious.

Especially for civilians who have no power to resist.

A single evil sacrifice might cause tens of thousands of lives to die silently.

Of course, these differences sometimes intersect and overlap.

Strength is by no means the ultimate factor, but it can usually serve as a solid guarantee of stability and freedom.

The top floor?

Yi Chun looked around and found that the first floor of the Sutra Library was filled with a large number of books.

Some of the book covers had some words written in a sloppy handwriting, which Yi Chun could hardly understand.

In a sense, this can also be regarded as a form of encryption.

On the east side of the hall, Yi Chun found a wooden staircase leading upwards.

The stairs were not very spacious, and the loud noise made by Yi Chun's steps on them always made him want to transform into Moon Owl and fly up.

However, perhaps it was the influence of the dense images posted on the walls on both sides of the stairs, or some other reason.

In short, Yi Chun still tried his best to maintain his human form.

It is worth mentioning that the images on the walls of the stairs on both sides are very distinctive.

When seeing some huge, terrifying figures, Yi Chun thought they were descriptions of some Western giant monsters.

But soon, Yi Chun understood their identities from the detailed descriptions in the oriental style.

Door god?

Or the Four Heavenly Kings?

Yi Chun's footsteps paused for a moment.

His knowledge of the myths and legends of this world was limited to some of the books currently circulating and the videos that Yu Xing and tourists occasionally watched.

Moreover, Yi Chun did not read the book in detail.

No matter which world it is, we can analyze the historical truth from the long and mixed myths and legends.

It is an extremely complicated matter that requires sufficient professional skills.

Therefore, Yi Chun’s concept of this has nothing to do with ordinary people.

In his impression, the gods and immortals of this land always have kind faces, or they suddenly appear in the book with ugly faces of mortals caught in strong desires.

It is full of human ethics and entanglements, and seems to have no sense of the coldness that overrides all things and controls the fate of countless lives.

Now it seems that his cognition is somewhat distorted.

Yi Chun looked at the portrait of the giant god who looked like a demon.

This may be closer to the image of this real giant god.

The picture that the text truly depicts is obviously distorted by the relevant cognitive differences of all things.

It's interesting...

Yi Chun turned his gaze away from the oppressive image of the giant god.

He discovered that the walls on both sides of the staircase were covered with densely packed pictures of gods.

There were giant gods like the ones he had seen before, and there were also some kind-looking immortal gods that he had the impression of.

And as Yi Chun moved, when he was about to reach the top floor.

He saw a picture of a monkey...

"Is this the one?"

As a most representative mythological figure in this world, Yi Chun would naturally know about this monkey who wanted to be as powerful as the sky.

Among these written myths and legends, Yi Chun prefers to read stories about immortals and gods that he feels a sense of identity with.

The True Lord he incarnated into is one, and the monkey is another.

Yi Chun looked at the image of the monkey in front of him. Even though it was sitting on the altar and wearing a cassock, its face still revealed a bit of rebelliousness.

One can imagine how wanton and arrogant it looked before it put on the robes.

Yi Chun looked at the painting for a long time.

Finally, he went to the top floor.

At this time, Yi Chun discovered that there seemed to be someone already sitting there.

From Yi Chun's angle, he could only see his back.

That should be a Taoist priest, perhaps the one he hadn't seen before who was in charge of cleaning the library?

Yi Chun glanced at him but didn't care too much.

Afterwards, Yi Chun began to look around the entire top floor, looking for books about mediating the destiny.

Perhaps for the purpose of testing him, the Taoist did not teach him personally, and as for the location of the books, he only vaguely mentioned that it was on the top floor of the library.

When Yi Chun started to look for books seriously, he discovered a problem:

Although the entire attic seemed to be filled with books.

But as if he had become nearsighted, the books that were clearly written with words became blurry.

He knew there were words written on it, but he couldn't see what was written on it.

Illusion? Formation?

Or some other curse?

Yi Chun concentrated his mind and circulated the magic power in his body.

But it feels like it's running smoothly, without even the slightest sense of stagnation.

"It's been a long time..."

Suddenly, the man who was originally sitting cross-legged among the books spoke.

His voice sounded a little strange, as if there was some inexplicable sharpness in it.

Yi Chun stared at him and did not make any other move.