Squeak...
The ancient door, seemingly sealed by dust for ages, emitted an indescribable screech as it was pushed open.
Yet, this was merely a side hall.
Upon stepping inside, Luo Chen stood frozen in place.
The interior, towering like the sky itself, was filled with bookshelves ascending like heavenly steps, each shelf meticulously arranged with books half-illusionary and half-real.
For the first time, Luo Chen vividly understood what it meant to be "a collection vast as an ocean."
Could a single side hall really store so many Pill Refinement Classics?
Despite his experience with the Demon Monarch's Pill Dao inheritance, Luo Chen was privately amazed by Alchemy Saint Chu Yan's accumulation.
With a wave of his hand, a book, seemingly condensed from white clouds, flew over from the nearest black bookshelf.
Just as it touched his hand, before he had a chance to open it, a soft "Hmm?" echoed within the hall.
"Hmm?"
"This book?"
