After arriving at the white jade pagoda, Zhou Yang wrote down the last part based on his memory and gave it to the old man.
"I can give you some time to examine it." Zhou Yang smiled.
"No need. With Brother Zhou's status, it's impossible for him to fake it. Someone, invite Mister Zhou to the top floor."
The top floor!
Zhou Yang was overjoyed and immediately followed the person to the top floor, while the old man hurriedly left the white jade pagoda.
On the top floor.
In the small attic, there was only one book, a golden book.
"My lord, this is the golden book," the person who was guarding the door said.
"What's different about this book?" Zhou Yang asked with a smile.
"My lord, you might not know this, but this book records all the wisdom of the books in the white jade pagoda. It was passed down from ancient times and can be said to be the origin of the Confucian Dao."
Zhou Yang nodded and couldn't help but sigh in his heart. The world was vast and full of wonders.
"My lord, please study it. I'll take my leave first."
After the person left, Zhou Yang walked to the golden book and pressed his hand on the golden cover.
In an instant, a huge amount of righteous energy flowed into his body.
"It's indeed the origin of the Confucian Dao. In that case, I won't be polite!"
Zhou Yang smiled and immediately released his infinite Astral Souls. In the next moment, the pages of the golden book began to turn automatically.
At the same time, all the books on the eighth floor of the white jade pagoda began to turn automatically, as if a gust of wind was blowing.
"Holy Lord, what do you think?"
On a tall building opposite the white jade pagoda, the manager of the white jade pagoda looked at an old man with white hair and eyebrows.
"This is indeed the last part of the Wen Hua Book Collection. I can't believe I've been waiting for this moment in my life."
"Holy Lord, that means the three thousand scriptures have been collected."
"That's right, the Eight Extremities of Heaven and Earth have finally reappeared in the world …" the old man said excitedly.
"You mean, we can reach the other shore again?"
The old man didn't say anything and only looked at the distant east.
"Reach the other shore, live forever …"
"Holy Lord, something big happened …"
At this moment, a person suddenly rushed up from below.
"What happened? Why are you so flustered?" The Hidden Scholar Saint frowned.
"It's the Hidden Confucian Pavilion. I don't know why, but all the books seem to be alive. They are actually turning on their own …"
"What?!"
The Hidden Scholar Sacred Lord was shocked and immediately looked at the top of the white jade pagoda. "Is Zhou Yang alone in the pagoda now?"
"That's right. It's him!"
"Not good!"
The Hidden Scholar Sacred Lord suddenly stood up, and in the next moment, he was already at the top.
On the top floor, the golden book had already flipped to the last page.
The Hidden Scholar Sacred Lord stared at Zhou Yang and lowered his hand.
"Looks like you should be that person …"
"Who?"
When the last page was closed, Zhou Yang opened his eyes. At this moment, his temperament was completely different from before. He had become extremely reserved.
"Congratulations, you've stepped into the second extremity, the extremity of culture!" the old man said with a smile.
"Senior, you still haven't answered my question."
"Since you call me senior, then let me tell you, do you know the Eight Extremes of Heaven and Earth?"
"Ba Ji?" Zhou Yang was a little confused. Wasn't Eight Extremities a realm? He had already stepped into Eight Extremities, so how could he not know?
"Looks like you don't know that the Eight Extremities actually come from the Eight Extremities of the Heavens and Earth. Now, they're also known as the Eight Sacred Grounds!"
"The Eight Sacred Grounds are the source of the Eight Extremities?" Zhou Yang asked in surprise.
"That's right. If I'm not wrong, the person who took away the True Martial Sky Pillar was also you?" the old man asked with a smile.
Zhou Yang nodded and did not deny it.
"It's destined. Five hundred years ago, there was also someone who did the same thing as you."
"Five hundred years ago?"
"That's right. However, there was no True Martial Sacred Ground at that time. There was only Black Tortoise City. After he took away the sky pillar, the place was renamed True Martial Sacred Ground. You should know who he was, right?"
"True Martial Great Emperor!"
Zhou Yang suddenly understood. He had grown up listening to the story of True Martial Great Emperor. He was a legend.
However, there were always truths and falsehoods in legends. As for the truth, perhaps only people like him who had lived through that period of time would know.
"Actually, there are eight people like True Martial Great Emperor, and each of them has created a sacred ground …"
"So, True Martial Great Emperor wasn't unprecedented …" Zhou Yang smiled. Sometimes, legends were far more desirable than the truth.
"He's considered very special, but the end result is the same."
"What about me? The ninth? "Zhou Yang asked.
The old man shook his head and said, "There are only Eight Extremities in the world. There won't be a ninth, so I don't know your result. However, since you're the one who gathered all Eight Extremities, you must be the one chosen."
"Chosen by whom?"
"Chosen by fate. Just like True Martial Great Emperor and those before him, they leave behind their names and set foot on the Nirvana Shore!"
"What is the Nirvana Shore?"
"The Nirvana Shore is the land of eternal life. When the other chosen ones appear, the power of the Eight Extremities will gather and the tides of the Sea of Death will disperse. The Nirvana Shore is on the other side."
"You mean True Martial Great Emperor and the others have all reached the Nirvana Shore?" Zhou Yang asked doubtfully.
"That's right. It's not just him. Every time the Nirvana Shore opens, other than the chosen ones, some of the best can also enter. This is a test from the heavens. Only the strongest have a chance."
"A chance for eternal life!"
Zhou Yang nodded. Eternal life was the ultimate pursuit of a warrior. It was also a temptation that no one could refuse.
Even the white-haired old man in front of him seemed to be stubbornly pursuing this ultimate realm.
Although the Eight Extremities were extremely powerful, they still could not withstand the passage of time. Even if one reached the Eight Extremities, they would only have a lifespan of three thousand years. If they were injured, their lifespan would be greatly reduced.
"Young man, I'm actually not sure if you're the chosen one. However, with my 2,000 years of experience, I believe that there will definitely be a place for you on the Nirvana Shore," the old man said as he looked at Zhou Yang enviously.
"Thank you for telling me, Senior. I'm very sorry that this place has become like this," Zhou Yang said apologetically.
"I should be the one thanking you. Ever since the last war, Confucianism suffered a calamity. More than half of the scriptures were lost, and the Extremities of Confucianism disappeared. I've searched hard for five hundred years, but in the end, I'm still missing the Wenhua Collection. It's you who sent me this last part, giving me the chance to see the legendary Nirvana Shore in my lifetime."
"Senior, do you want to go now?" Zhou Yang asked. "Of course not now. From now on, the tides of the Sea of Death will recede in about three years, revealing the Dragon Bone Bridge. You and I both have three years to prepare."
"In that case, Senior, let's meet again in three years!"
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