Thousand Waves Sect, Scripture Hall!
This hall rises majestically to nine levels, soaring endlessly, piercing the clouds, akin to a bronze mountain resting atop a verdant lotus leaf.
However, only the lower seven levels, vast and boundless, are filled with ancient texts and magic seal secret techniques emerging endlessly, vast like a sea of smoke.
Upon reaching the eighth level, the hall abruptly becomes constricted.
Yet, even constricted is relative, as beneath the hall's dome towering several dozen feet high, pieces of jade scrolls and treasure books are shrouded in halos of glow, floating like stars. Standing here still feels immense.
The Scripture Hall of the Thousand Waves Sect, compared to Cyan Peak Daoist School, is indeed more lavish.
Gu Yuan holds a golden talisman, strolling leisurely through, his eyes calm and serene.
He does not wish to delay for long, entering the Scripture Hall with a great victory is the perfect opportunity.
