Venerable White patted with his four palms, and the speed at which the Mountain of Myriad Books was falling was greatly reduced. Thanks to this, it would be able to 'deftly' land on the ground without causing too much of a commotion. It was the same deja vu as when an ant used its palm to slap a fat adult away.
Under the control of the seniors of the Nine Provinces Number One Group, the Mountain of Myriad Books ended up standing upside down in the same place it was crouching earlier.
The Mountain of Myriad Books was speechless. Mummy, these people are really scary. I want to go home.
I can't take it anymore. The mountain was about to reach the ground, and it was going to break apart!
The Mountain of Myriad Books was under a lot of pressure!
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Song Shuhang scratched his face, somewhat embarrassed. He felt that he had let the Mountain of Myriad Books down. He was the one who had blurted things out and attracted the attention of the seniors of the Nine Provinces Number One Group. As a result, the Mountain of Myriad Books was on the verge of breaking down.
The Mountain of Myriad Books didn't have a face, but Song Shuhang could feel that it was currently in a daze. Hopefully, it wouldn't leave a shadow in its heart.
After seeing that the Mountain of Myriad Books was about to hit the ground, Song Shuhang got into a horse stance and prepared to welcome the incoming impact.
"It's going to hit the ground! Don't! My arm, quickly regrow it! "the Mountain of Myriad Books shouted. However, its small arm was already broken, and it didn't look like it was going to regrow it within a short period of time. Perhaps its arm needed to be repaired?
"Aaaaah!" the Mountain of Myriad Books called out in fear.
Perhaps because it was too scared, it made a move that left all the members of the Nine Provinces Number One Group dumbfounded.
Its originally short and thick legs suddenly lengthened rapidly. Then, it bent its legs and stomped on the ground like a gymnast's contortions.
If it were a beautiful human, this posture would be akin to bending backward. But the Mountain of Myriad Books didn't have a waist. At this time, its legs were bent and supporting the ground, and its huge body was floating in the air.
Only the heavens knew how its legs could support the weight of its body after stretching out.
Hmm … the current Mountain of Myriad Books could be considered to be in an upside-down state.
This posture was simply too beautiful, and Song Shuhang couldn't bear to look straight at it.
Venerable White exclaimed in admiration, "Ohhh, awesome."
"I can't hold on any longer, I can't hold on any longer. Quickly flip me over, "the Mountain of Myriad Books anxiously said.
Venerable White shook his head and said, "But the Still Pond of Wisdom hasn't appeared yet."
"To hell with the Still Pond of Wisdom. I don't recall such a thing ever appearing. I've stood upside down hundreds and thousands of times in the past, and nothing like this has ever happened. Pull me up, I can't hold on any longer. "
"Hold on a little longer. Don't give up," Venerable White encouraged.
"Persevere my ass! I'm going to cry!" The legs of the Mountain of Myriad Books had already started to tremble.
Prince Phoenix Slayer's eyes lit up. "Cry? Is it possible that the Still Pond of Wisdom was formed by the tears of the Mountain of Myriad Books when it couldn't hold on any longer? "
The Mountain of Myriad Books was so huge, if it were to cry, wouldn't it form a small lake in a short while?
"Don't joke around. I don't have any tears at all. This is a description, a description, do you understand? Have you ever seen a 'mountain' cry? "the Mountain of Myriad Books shouted.
Venerable White was somewhat disappointed. "It doesn't have any tears … and the Still Pond of Wisdom isn't moving either. The Mountain of Myriad Books that has been flipped upside down can't draw out the Still Pond of Wisdom. "
Prince Phoenix Slayer pondered for a moment, and then said, "Perhaps the Still Pond of Wisdom will only appear if it stands upside down at the right place?"
Many mechanisms had this kind of limitation. One had to open it at the right time, at the right place, and in the right way.
"But where is the right place?" Venerable White yawned. He was starting to feel sleepy.
"How about we put it down?" Song Shuhang said. His gaze was fixed on the sky. At this time, a figure was approaching.
It was the Eternal Fire Zhenjun. He had finally arrived. What would the True Monarch think when he arrived and saw his' Mountain of Myriad Books' bending down like a gymnast?
"Don't worry, let's wait for a while. I'm really interested in the Still Pond of Wisdom," Venerable White replied.
Song Shuhang reminded, "But Senior Eternal Fire Zhenjun is already here."
"It's fine. He already saw it, so it doesn't matter," Venerable White said lazily.
While speaking, the Eternal Fire Zhenjun had already landed in front of Song Shuhang and the others. He looked at the Mountain of Myriad Books and smiled bitterly. "What's going on?"
Didn't they say that after the Mountain of Myriad Books grew arms and legs, it stood upside down and failed? How come it's starting to do that now?
Venerable White rubbed his eyes, and just as he was about to reply … something happened at this time.
The Mountain of Myriad Books split open!
The 600-meter-tall Mountain of Myriad Books split open from the middle, revealing two incomparably huge … book pages?
This is the Mountain of Myriad Books?
The Mountain of Myriad Books is really … a book?
Song Shuhang was dumbfounded.
"Wait, what's going on?" The one who was the most shocked was the Mountain of Myriad Books itself. "Why did I split open? What's happening in my stomach? And it's glowing? Am I going to die? "
Venerable White's eyes lit up when he saw this. Was the Still Pond of Wisdom about to appear?
What kind of treasure would be inside?
But suddenly, Venerable White thought of something.
Even if the Still Pond of Wisdom appeared, if there were treasures inside … Venerable White glanced at the Eternal Fire Zhenjun. Since the master was here, even if he obtained any treasure, he would have to hand it over to the master.
Venerable White's interest was greatly dampened when he thought of this.
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At this time, the Mountain of Myriad Books was completely opened, revealing the characters on it. Gigantic words filled the pages of the book.
Song Shuhang was very familiar with these characters. They were the ancient characters used by the Confucian school. The Self-Cultivating Prose Poetry of the Sage in the infinite make-up test was written in these characters.
Even though Song Shuhang had learned how to write down from memory the Self-Cultivating Prose Poetry of the Sage, he was still unable to recognize these ancient characters.
"Senior Eternal Fire, what's written on it?" Song Shuhang asked curiously.
Eternal Fire Zhenjun looked at it for a moment and said, "This should be the [Disposition-Nurturing Prose Poetry of the Sage]."
"The [Disposition-Nurturing Prose Poetry of the Sage]?" The corner of Song Shuhang's mouth twitched.
Just by hearing this name, he knew that the contents of these two pages were related to the previous version of the [Self-Cultivating Prose Poetry of the Sage].
But … what did this thing have to do with the Still Pond of Wisdom?
Was it possible that they would have to take the infinite make-up test again? Was it possible that they would have to write down the entire version of the [Self-Cultivating Prose Poetry of the Sage] before the Still Pond of Wisdom would appear?
As soon as he thought of the infinite make-up test, Song Shuhang felt a chill run down his spine.
He subconsciously opened his eyes wide and relied on his powerful memory to memorize the contents of the [Self-Cultivating Prose Poetry of the Sage].
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