The feeling of swimming freely in the tower was completely different from walking underground.
Although He Yiming had already adjusted the Genuine Qi in his body to the point where it was extremely similar to the power in the tower, he could still sense a faint binding power in it.
Therefore, he moved very slowly, but as long as he could enter the tower, everything would be worth it.
Once it was bright, most of the corridors in the tower would have an oil lamp lit up. The light was not strong, but it was as bright as day for these cultivators.
He Yiming took a step forward and broke through the wall.
A proud and excited smile flashed across his face, then he headed toward the second floor like a civet cat.
He had only been here once with Jin Zhanzheng, but he had memorized all the routes.
The arsenal was on the fifth floor, but He Yiming did not go up to the fifth floor. It was obvious that a Venerable One was keeping watch in the small room outside the armory. He Yiming knew that he did not have the ability to sneak in under his nose.
After wandering around on the fourth floor for a long time, He Yiming finally arrived at a room. It was obviously a utility room, and there were countless sundries piled up inside.
He Yiming had been very careful along the way and did not alarm anyone. It was clear that there were no supreme powerhouses below the fourth floor, not even One-Line-Heaven powerhouses.
He Yiming had a faint hunch that Venerable Ones probably lived on the upper floors of the tower, whereas those below Venerable Ones were not even qualified to live in the tower.
Therefore, he did not have to worry about being discovered when he sneaked below the fourth floor.
Ou Yangming looked up. If he remembered correctly, above the utility room was the inside of the arsenal, and it was the room where Jin Zhanzheng went to get the books.
During the day, when Jin Zhanzheng opened the door, He Yiming used his clairaudient skill to listen for a long time. He was certain that unless there was a powerhouse of the same level as the one in the small room outside, it was impossible for anyone to be in the room.
Since he was already here, He Yiming naturally couldn't return empty-handed.
He took a deep breath, and all the heat in his body disappeared in the next moment. Even his heartbeat seemed to have stopped.
This was his Art of Concealment. When the Art of Breath Holding reached its peak, or even the Primordial Realm, the power it exerted was also beyond his imagination.
He Yiming's body floated up like a fallen leaf and landed on the roof as if he was weightless. He Yiming reached out a hand and gently touched the roof of the room. Immediately, his hand stuck to the roof.
He Yiming's Dantian released a wisp of faint earth-element Zhen Qi.
At this moment, the miraculous effect of the adventure at the bottom of the lake was once again displayed. That chaotic Dantian could even imitate a little of the inconceivable power in the tower.
Although the essence of the two was not the same, and the power was also far apart, it was enough for He Yiming to gain the recognition of the power in the tower.
Of course, because the power was too great, He Yiming's drilling speed was much slower than usual. He spent an entire incense stick's worth of time before he slowly arrived at the fifth floor from the fourth floor.
After coming to this room, He Yiming became more and more careful. His ears twitched gently. In this silent room, even the sound of dust falling to the ground seemed to be caught by him.
Finally, he was sure that there was no one in this room.
He looked around and took in everything in this room.
This was really a library, a library that covered a large area. There were more than 30 large shelves in it, and each shelf had at least hundreds of books.
These books were placed in wooden boxes, which showed how careful the person who preserved them had been.
However, it was this kind of careful preservation method that could preserve the original secret books to the greatest extent.
He Yiming frowned. If he went to each bookshelf and opened the wooden boxes one by one without making the slightest sound, he was afraid that he would not be able to find the secret book of the Thirty-six Splitting Mountain Forms tomorrow.
His eyes focused again and inadvertently saw that there seemed to be some small characters in front of the wooden boxes. He went forward to take a look and was immediately overjoyed.
The names of the books in the wooden boxes were actually written here.
He suddenly felt relieved. Thinking about it, if there were no engravings, then the person who came here to look for the secret book would also have a headache.
His eyes turned slightly and floated over all the engravings on this bookshelf. To his disappointment, his target did not appear.
He Yiming began to slowly search according to the order he entered.
During this process, his speed was not fast. Instead, it was much slower than the average person.
However, he did not make the slightest sound during the whole process. He did not even stir up a speck of dust.
It was as if he had integrated into this space and could no longer be distinguished.
When he came to the last row of bookshelves, He Yiming's eyes suddenly narrowed.
He had already seen that at the top of this row of bookshelves, the words "Thirty-six Splitting Mountain Forms Original" were clearly engraved.
Although he was wild with joy, He Yiming's body did not change at all. At this moment, he was even more like 108 than 108.
He gently turned his wrist and took out a cross sword from his back.
This thing was like gold, but not gold. It was like iron, but not iron. It had a bit of the luster of human skin.
He gently placed the cross sword into the wooden box with the engravings. He did not even open the wooden box because he believed that this thing would be able to distinguish what he really wanted.
Slowly, this cross sword began to melt after leaving He Yiming's palm.
It seemed to have turned into mercury and completely integrated into the wooden box.
He Yiming's eyes moved away from this and carefully looked at the door of the room.
After about an incense stick's time, the mercury finally began to change. It slowly retreated from the wooden box and turned back into the shape of a cross sword.
He Yiming's eyes finally revealed a trace of relief.
Although this period of time wasn't very long, He Yiming felt that the length of every second was far longer than an entire day. If it wasn't for the fact that he had already used the Breath Holding Technique to the extreme, he was afraid that his entire body would have long been drenched in cold sweat.
Finally, when the mercury returned to its original state, he relaxed a little.
Carrying the cross sword behind his back, He Yiming slowly lowered his body. He stretched out a hand and gently pressed on the ground.
The Real Qi in his Dantian was infused into the tower bit by bit, and it slowly merged with the power of the tower.
He Yiming secretly cursed in his heart. The power in this tower was too strange. Even if he could successfully leave, the time he would have to spend would be 100 times longer.
He wondered if the Venerable Ones who lived in the tower had the same thoughts.
His feet sank into the ground bit by bit. However, at this moment, He Yiming's movements suddenly stopped. Then, his feet silently pulled up from the ground.
An inexplicable and strong sense of danger came from outside.
He Yiming's face turned slightly pale. Given that he had not met the person yet, only a Venerable One could give him such immense pressure.
He Yiming immediately gave up on the idea of using the Burrowing Art to leave when he sensed the enormous pressure.
After all, this tower was different. It would take a long time for him to successfully use the Burrowing Art to leave. He was afraid that he would only be halfway in by the time the person came in. By then, he would not be able to go up or down, and he would be treated as a live target and would not know how he would die.
Countless thoughts surged in He Yiming's mind, and he finally looked determined.
Back then, Jin Zhanjiang could escape from the Venerable One in the West, so he could do the same.
With a slight movement of his body, he had already left the bookshelf and arrived at a corner of the room. Then, he struck a strange pose, and a cloud of mist power slowly appeared around him. Even the light seemed to have become distorted.
"Squeak …"
The door was gently opened, and a pair of gray and black cloth shoes stepped in.
This was an old man, an old man who was as thin as firewood.
After he entered the room, he looked around. In the dark night without any light, his eyes were as sharp as an owl's, causing one to shudder.
After a brief moment, he furrowed his eyebrows as if he was puzzled.
He Yiming guessed right. He was the Venerable One outside the room.
He had entered the arsenal at this moment not because he discovered something, but because he was suddenly hit by a whim.
Given his martial arts cultivation base, he would occasionally sense something at a specific time. It was a mysterious feeling, but it did not make sense at all.
The old man was cautious by nature. Since he had the feeling, he decided to take a look.
In his heart, he was certain that no one would be able to sneak into the armory without him noticing. Therefore, his initial plan was to take a look.
With a single glance, he took in everything in the room. Everything seemed normal.
However, for some reason, he had a strange feeling in his heart as if he had overlooked something.
After a moment of hesitation, he walked around the room slowly, and his eagle-like eyes shone with a green light.
A moment later, he suddenly stopped in his tracks. His eyes suddenly focused as he locked onto a corner of the room.
A flowerpot was placed there, and a short tree was on it.
From where he was looking, it did not seem unusual at all, but a monstrous wave surged in his heart.
Since he was in charge of guarding the arsenal, he knew everything in the arsenal like the back of his hand. According to his memory, this place was originally empty, but it was unusual for such a decoration to appear out of the blue.
The light in his eyes grew brighter and brighter as he slowly spat out three words, "Camouflage."
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