The Pill Hall hall spirit's remnant will manifested into words, as if everything that happened yesterday was replaying.
As Yan Zhaoge read it, his thoughts started to run wild. Many memories surfaced from the depths of his heart.
In his previous life, ever since he came to this world and gained consciousness, he was already the Heavenly Court's Divine Palace's Martial Repository, Prime Prosperous Pavilion's spirit.
There, he read through the Heavenly Court's books. Because he was the hall spirit, his reading speed was extremely fast. Without trying to understand it, it was also extremely convenient for him to memorize it.
After reading the martial arts scriptures, he read the humanities scriptures.
After reading the humanities scriptures, he read the formation scriptures.
After that, he didn't let go of all the books on artifact refinement, alchemy and pill recipes.
As he read the books, he also observed the people.
He had seen the Heavenly Court's Immortals coming and going gracefully.
He had also seen the Immortals cultivating. Some of them completed it in one go, and some of them couldn't understand it.
He had seen the Immortals getting together, discussing scriptures, and participating in a grand event.
He had also seen the Immortals' dirty dealings, and scheming against others in the dark.
However, even though he had read a lot, he was just bored.
Just like how the Pill Hall hall spirit realized that he was trapped after gaining consciousness, Yan Zhaoge also felt like he was trapped in a cage. Other than reading books and looking at people, he couldn't do anything else.
He even had to be on tenterhooks, fearing that others would notice his abnormality.
After all, he was the only unique "imposter" among all the original spirits in the Heavenly Court's Divine Palace.
He wasn't the original building spirit that gained consciousness. Instead, he was an external soul that replaced the Martial Repository's spirit.
Although he often mocked himself that being a librarian was a great occupation, he wasn't even a human anymore. That feeling made Yan Zhaoge feel complicated.
After the Pill Hall hall spirit gained consciousness, he wasn't willing to accept his fate.
As his "senior", Yan Zhaoge wasn't an exception.
Especially when his heart was filled with doubts and fear.
Why did he become like this?
It was fine if the Heavenly Court's people who frequently entered and exited the Martial Repository had different cultivations.
Those rulers of the Heavenly Court's Divine Palace, those truly lofty and legendary magnates and almighty figures, did they notice the abnormality in the Library Pavilion? Did they notice that the Martial Repository's spirit was replaced by someone else? It was no longer the original building spirit, but a … human?
Did they not notice, or did they pretend not to know?
If they found out, how would they deal with him?
If no one had discovered it, then who had helped him cover it up? Was it the person who had caused him to become like this?
Yan Zhaoge had too many questions.
As time passed, everything seemed to be normal. No one discovered the secret of the library.
After Yan Zhaoge's mind had gradually calmed down, he finally decided … to take the initiative to attack!
Be it his previous life or this life, he was not a person who was willing to be passive.
Compared to the danger that it might bring, Yan Zhaoge wanted to know the truth more.
In his previous life, he had read extensively in the Martial Repository, establishing the foundation for Yan Zhaoge's accomplishments in this life.
However, Yan Zhaoge did not like this kind of situation where he was completely unable to understand what was happening to him.
If he had to make a choice between 'the more you know, the faster you die' and 'the more you die without even knowing how you died', he would prefer the former more often than not.
As a result, Yan Zhaoge made a crazy attempt to test out the reactions of those legendary bigwigs because of his desire to "become a new man" and also to test the reactions of those legendary bigwigs.
Or rather, it was a crazy attempt to court death.
He was trying to create a human body for himself.
The books stored in the Heavenly Court's Divine Palace's Martial Repository weren't made of normal paper. Instead, they were made of special treasures.
Some of the treasures had yet to be recorded in the books. They were temporarily left empty for future use.
As the Martial Repository's spirit, it wasn't hard for Yan Zhaoge to steal some of the books to fill his pockets. However, it would take a long time for him to accumulate enough books.
He wasn't in a hurry. He could use this period of time to study the structure of a human body.
When someone came to the Martial Repository to read the books, they would usually cultivate on the spot. Yan Zhaoge could use this chance to slowly observe them. He didn't need to be as violent and direct as the Pill Hall's hall spirit.
After a long period of hard work and attempts, Yan Zhaoge succeeded.
Within the Martial Repository, another person appeared out of nowhere.
As the spirit of the Martial Repository, it was very easy for Yan Zhaoge to hide his fake body within the Martial Repository.
None of the Immortals entering and exiting the Martial Repository noticed anything.
However, Yan Zhaoge believed that the top-notch bigwigs of the Heavenly Court might have noticed his actions.
However, in the end, no one seemed to have noticed it.
"It's not that no one noticed it. Instead, one or a few people noticed it and hid it from the others." Yan Zhaoge thought, "Or maybe, all of them noticed it, but pretended that they didn't know about it."
Through this point, Yan Zhaoge had a thought. It wasn't a coincidence that he became the Martial Repository's spirit.
He didn't continue probing or provoking the other party. Instead, he temporarily quietened down. As usual, he continued to study his fake body in secret.
Yan Zhaoge didn't blindly throw himself into that body. He only separated a part of his mind to merge with it.
The fake body still had many imperfections and flaws. If he used it to cultivate martial arts, his progress wouldn't be fast, and his realm would be limited.
However, through this fake body, Yan Zhaoge didn't have to continue to talk about it. Instead, he had a chance to test out what he had learned from reading the Heavenly Court's books.
That was one of Yan Zhaoge's rare pleasures during his time in the Heavenly Court.
Avoiding the people entering and exiting the Martial Repository seemed to have become a game.
However, the doubts in Yan Zhaoge's heart had always existed, and he had never neglected it.
He was only temporarily being patient, observing more, and summarizing more.
Unfortunately, out of Yan Zhaoge's expectations, what awaited him was a Great Calamity. Not only did the Heavenly Court's Divine Palace collapse, even the entire universe was shattered.
After going around in circles, when he regained his consciousness, he was already in his current life.
Now that he stepped into a part of the Heavenly Court's Divine Palace again, the past events were still vivid in his mind. The memories that were engraved deep within his heart were only accumulated, and never faded away.
Seeing that the Pill Hall's hall spirit had also developed its own intelligence, Yan Zhaoge sighed in his heart, "In the end, you're different from me."
He took the Profound Sky Purple Golden Furnace, walked towards the northwest altar, and placed the furnace on it.
As the lights and shadows floated, the Pill Hall's hall spirit's fourth will condensed into concrete words.
"There are only six in the first batch. Although it's a small number, as time goes on, there will be a day when we succeed … Greed is human nature. I need to be wary of it … Who dares to steal my Profound Sky Purple Golden Furnace?! Why could this brat lure the furnace away … This brat ruined my plans! This hatred, this hatred, is absolutely irreconcilable! Hate! Hate!!! Hate!!! "
Yan Zhaoge's face twitched a little when he saw these words.
Cloud Emperor and He Mian didn't know whether to laugh or not. They both turned their heads to look at Yan Zhaoge.
This was the fourth sentence left behind by the hall spirit.
There was a fifth sentence on the altar in the center.
"I only hate this brat for stealing the furnace and ruining my plans … If I succeed, I'll definitely kill him!"
Looking at the speechless Cloud Emperor and He Mian, Yan Zhaoge curled his lips, "Relying on the Profound Sky Purple Golden Furnace's hints, he could only walk around this Pill Hall so smoothly. He even activated many secret arts to restore the truth. As a result, he offended the hall spirit. It's a win-win situation … Yeah, probably."
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