This time, there was plenty of time, and Song Shuhang relied on his powerful memory to memorize the characters of the Disposition-Tempering Prose Poetry of the Sage.
Now, even if I get pulled into the infinite make-up test dimension, I won't have to be afraid, Song Shuhang thought to himself.
However, the infinite make-up test dimension didn't appear. The split body of the Mountain of Myriad Books slowly merged back together, and while it was doing so, the Mountain of Myriad Books cried out loudly.
What the hell, when did its body become like this? It was actually transformed into a huge book? Who took advantage of its sleep and cruelly transformed it?
"It's merged back together, but what about the Still Pond of Wisdom?" Song Shuhang looked all around, but he still couldn't find the Still Pond of Wisdom.
The Mountain of Myriad Books had already been turned upside down, and some changes had taken place. Shouldn't the Still Pond of Wisdom have already appeared? Why hasn't it appeared yet?
Could it be that the Still Pond of Wisdom has to meet some conditions to appear?
How troublesome. If I use the 'secret appraisal technique' to appraise the Mountain of Myriad Books, will I be able to obtain some clues?
No, that's not right.
Every now and then, he would still be affected by the 88888 voices in his head. At the same time, his understanding of the appraisal secret skill had also deepened, and the price he had to pay when he used it had also decreased a lot.
But if he were to appraise something as huge as the Mountain of Myriad Books, whose age couldn't be estimated, and whose secrets were hidden, he might end up bleeding to death!
Song Shuhang secretly pulled on his gloves. For the sake of his own safety, it would be better to give up on the idea of appraising the Mountain of Myriad Books.
Perhaps he wasn't fated with the Still Pond of Wisdom.
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At this time, the eyes of the nearby Eternal Fire Zhenjun suddenly lit up.
He took out a pen and paper, starting to write at lightning speed.
First, he started with the [Self-Cultivating Prose Poetry of the Sage]. In just a few seconds, the long and tedious [Self-Cultivating Prose Poetry of the Sage] was written down by the Eternal Fire Zhenjun. Next, the [Self-Cultivating Prose Poetry of the Sage] was also written down by the Eternal Fire Zhenjun.
After he was done, the Eternal Fire Zhenjun stood with his hands clasped behind his back, gazing at the nearby Mountain of Myriad Books.
"Eh? Could it be that Senior Eternal Fire has already found the crux? Song Shuhang wondered.
It wasn't just him. The seniors of the Nine Provinces Number One Group were also looking forward to it.
Eternal Fire Zhenjun raised both of his hands, and two pieces of white paper floated up into the air.
Soon after … the Mountain of Myriad Books that was screaming in fear suddenly quieted down. Then its voice changed — into an emotionless, flat voice.
The Mountain of Myriad Books opened its mouth and started to recite the 《Self-Cultivating Prose Poetry of the Sage》 and the 《Life Nourishing Prose Poetry of the Sage》.
Every time it recited a syllable, the [Saint's Self-Cultivating Prose Poetry] and [Saint's Health-Preserving Prose Poetry] written by the Eternal Fire Zhenjun would light up.
Not only that, but these ancient characters eventually turned into golden orbs of light that leaped out of the paper and lined up in the void.
The Mountain of Myriad Books read very slowly. It took no less than three minutes to finish reading the two ancient texts.
In the air, the two ancient characters merged together and turned into two blinding rays of light.
The fellow daoists of the Nine Provinces Number One Group thought to themselves, The change is coming!
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The rays of light the two ancient texts had turned into were getting brighter and brighter. In the end, the rays of light melted and transformed into a pond of light.
The pond of light was floating at an altitude of five meters.
Was it possible that this was the Still Pond of Wisdom?
"Eh? The bottom of the pond of light is the entrance to another space! "Venerable White was able to see through the special features of the Still Pond of Wisdom with a single glance.
In other words, one could enter the space behind the Still Pond of Wisdom after jumping into it.
But right at this time, the Eternal Fire Zhenjun bowed to Venerable White and the others, saying, "Fellow daoists, are you interested in following me to explore the place?"
Venerable White said with a smile, "Is it appropriate?"
After all, this was the treasure-house of the scholarly faction. Wouldn't it be inappropriate for outsiders to enter it?
The Eternal Fire Zhenjun faintly smiled, and said, "It doesn't matter. It can be considered fate."
"Since Senior Eternal Fire said that, we won't stand on ceremony." Prince Phoenix Slayer faintly smiled. Then, he pushed up his glasses and grabbed the wine barrel in his hand, heading toward the entrance of the Still Pond of Wisdom. He wanted to take advantage of the fact that Eternal Fire Zhenjun still hadn't regretted his decision.
Soon after, Fairy Lychee, Beihe Sanren, and True Monarch Ancient Lake Temple followed behind Prince Phoenix Slayer, heading toward the light of the Still Pond of Wisdom.
The four figures gently jumped.
In the next moment, they passed through the light of the Still Pond of Wisdom and landed on the ground. However, they didn't enter the space on the other side of the pond.
"Eh?" Prince Phoenix Slayer said out of curiosity.
He could clearly sense that there was another space on the other side of the pond of light. However, they were unable to touch the pond of light. It was as though the space on the other side was just an illusion.
"Interesting … let me give it a try!" Venerable White faintly smiled. He also arrived at the edge of the Still Pond of Wisdom and took a step forward.
At this time, with a 'whoosh', the entrance to the space below opened, and Venerable White smoothly entered it.
"Strange?" Prince Phoenix Slayer said out of curiosity. He tried to step into the Still Pond of Wisdom again … but just like before, his body passed through the Still Pond of Wisdom and was unable to enter.
Beihe Sanren said, "Could it be that there's a rank requirement to enter? That one has to be at least a Seventh Stage Venerable?"
"It can't be, right? In that case, wouldn't only Venerable White be able to enter? "True Monarch Fallout said regretfully.
Song Shuhang frowned and started to ponder. That couldn't be right. If only Seventh Stage Venerables could enter, why would the lustrous scholar inform him, who was only at the Third Stage Realm, about the matter regarding the Still Pond of Wisdom?
"Let me give it a try," Song Shuhang said. After saying this much, he jumped and arrived above the Still Pond of Wisdom.
Just as Shuhang's body started to fall, the space gate below opened with a 'whizz', allowing him to smoothly enter.
He also entered.
"Shuhang Little Friend entered!" Prince Phoenix Slayer pushed up his glasses. Such being the case, the requirement to enter this space wasn't limited by one's strength.
"Since it isn't limited by one's strength, I'll also give it a try." Eternal Fire Zhenjun bowed to the various fellow daoists and jumped into the Still Pond of Wisdom.
Soon after, Eternal Fire Zhenjun also successfully entered.
The fellow daoists of the Nine Provinces Number One Group couldn't figure out what the requirement to enter this space was.
Thereupon, all the interested people decided to jump into the Still Pond of Wisdom.
In the end, two other fellow daoists successfully entered. They were True Monarch Fallout and Scholar Drunken Goon.
True Monarch White Crane, who was eager to follow in Venerable White's footsteps, was also rejected by the Still Pond of Wisdom, and was still going crazy.
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"Senior White, Shuhang Little Friend, Senior Eternal Fire, True Monarch Fallout, and Scholar Drunken Heaven … what do these fellow daoists have in common?" Prince Phoenix Slayer held his chin and pondered.
Cave Lord Snow Wolf said, "Are they all men?"
"Fellow Daoist Snow Wolf, your words have offended all the male fellow daoists on the scene." The corner of Prince Phoenix Slayer's mouth rose.
"Cough, that's not what I meant!" Cave Lord Snow Wolf quickly explained.
Beijing Sanren pondered for a short moment, and guessed, "Perhaps they have something in their hands? Do they have the qualifications to enter the immortal cave? "
Su Clan's Shiliu's eyes lit up. "This is the territory of the scholarly faction. If they have any qualifications, it should be related to the scholarly faction. Moreover, when the Mountain of Myriad Books was split apart, there was a part of the [Disposition-Tempering Prose Poetry of the Sage] on the pages … is it possible that only those who have mastered that part can enter the immortal cave? "
Shiliu's guess was very reasonable.
Fairy Lychee was unconvinced. "I've memorized that part of the [Disposition-Tempering Prose Poetry of the Sage] as well, but I wasn't able to enter."
Prince Phoenix Slayer said, "Perhaps … not only the [Disposition-Tempering Prose Poetry of the Sage], but also the [Self-Cultivating Prose Poetry of the Sage] written by Eternal Fire Zhenjun. Perhaps only those who have memorized those two parts can enter. "
"If that's the case, let's look for a 'scholarly disciple' and have him teach us those two parts!" Fairy Lychee said.
"You're looking for a scholarly disciple? Ahaha, I just happened to bring one with me. "Su Clan's Seven's voice echoed from the sky. In the next moment, Seven descended from the sky with another person behind him. It was the only son of Eternal Fire Zhenjun, the 'Saber Wielding Scholar' Su Wenqu.
Earlier, Seven had set up a battle arena in the White Cloud City to challenge several experts of the scholarly faction. After he had fought several times, the 'Saber Wielding Scholar' Su Wenqu's fighting spirit was aroused, and he wanted to challenge Seven.
But before he could start fighting, Seven heard a loud sound coming from the filming location.
He was worried about the fellow daoists of the Nine Provinces Number One Group, and thus rushed over. Fellow daoist Su Wenqu also wanted to tag along, and Seven had no choice but to bring him along as well.
When Su Clan's Shiliu saw Su Wenqu, the corner of his mouth rose. "Fellow daoist, we meet again!"
"Ahaha, what a coincidence." Su Wenqu made a hollow laugh, somewhat embarrassed.
Fairy Lychee took a step forward, and asked, "Little brother of the scholarly faction, do you know how to write the (Self-Cultivating Prose Poetry of the Sage) and the (Disposition-Tempering Prose Poetry of the Sage)?"
"I do. There's no scholarly disciple who doesn't know how to write them," the 'Saber Wielding Scholar' Su Wenqu said with a nod.
"That's great." Fairy Lychee smiled charmingly, and said, "I wonder if Little Friend can teach us the (Self-Cultivating Prose Poetry of the Sage) and the (Disposition-Tempering Prose Poetry of the Sage)?"
"Sure, no problem," the 'Saber Wielding Scholar' replied straightforwardly.
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In the meantime.
Senior White, Shuhang Little Friend, Eternal Fire Zhenjun, True Monarch Fallout, and Scholar Drunken Goon entered the space behind the Still Pond of Wisdom.
The space inside was only the size of a hall, and there weren't any traps.
There was only an ordinary-looking Confucian scholar sitting in the middle of the space.
Just as though he had sensed that someone had entered, the scholar opened his eyes and looked at the crowd. Then, he slowly opened his mouth, and said, "Someone finally entered this place."
"Hello, Senior," Song Shuhang said as he greeted the scholar.
However, the scholar didn't reply to Song Shuhang. He just faintly raised his head, and a nostalgic look appeared in his eyes.
"This old and useless man is an invincible existence that can move unhindered under the heavens, and everyone calls me the Sage," the scholar said in a soft voice. "On the day this old and useless man was born, purple qi came from the east, covering the sky and the earth …"
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