Xu Zimo nodded slightly, indicating that Feng Wuxi could leave.
He slowly opened the wooden box in front of him, dust was flying in the air, and with a "creak", the box was opened along with the long dusty sound.
What came into view was a very thick book inside.
The cover of this book is as hard as steel.
The black cover has the three characters "Ode to Ghosts and Gods" written on it.
Xu Zimo opened the book and began to read it seriously.
The top floor is very quiet, there are very few people inside, and it is naturally full of dust.
Next to it is a window, and the black afterglow shines in.
After a long time, the sky in the Seven Theological Seminary had completely turned dark, and Xu Zimo just breathed a long sigh of relief.
He closed the book and frowned slightly.
The content of this book is indeed as Feng Wuxi said, it is just a miscellaneous book.
It involves a wide range of things, and the scope is so vast that it almost summarizes everything in the entire ghost and god realm.
But these things mentioned are irrelevant.
It seems that the person who wrote the book deliberately concealed something, and many things came to an abrupt end at the most critical moment.
"What on earth is this?" Xu Zimo murmured to himself.
He looked down at the book, thought for a while, and finally frowned suddenly.
Look at this steel-like cover.
He broke it hard with both hands and broke the cover into two halves.
And in this cover, a piece of gold paper was revealed.
Before Xu Zimo could move again, the golden paper suddenly burst into golden light.
The rays of light illuminated the entire library.
"Seven," a number whispered in a low voice.
The sound seemed to come from the vast mist, rippled out within the ancient world, and reached Xu Zimo's ears from hundreds of millions of miles away.
Immediately, a shadow suddenly appeared on the gold paper.
The shadow is like a pixel, nothing can be seen clearly, except for the vague appearance of a person.
"Long time no see," the shadow looked at Xu Zimo and greeted with a smile.
"Are you...Old Yangtou?" Xu Zimo asked in surprise.
"Lao Yangtou is just a name. To be precise, my name is Qi," Xuying explained.
"Seven?" Xu Zimo frowned slightly.
He suddenly remembered another old man he met in Weiyang Palace who called himself "Three".
"You guys shouldn't be an organization," Xu Zimo said with a smile.
"You can also understand it this way, all living beings are one," the shadow named Qi replied.
"Is there anything wrong with your appearance?" Xu Zimo asked.
"Is it because you have something to do with me?" Xuying asked.
"I heard Dean Feng say that you know about the ancient gods," Xu Zimo replied.
"Old God, I do know one, the Wood God Jumang."
The old man Xuying smiled and said: "You are looking for his inheritance."
"Can you tell me the location?" Xu Zimo asked.
"This is not a top-secret matter. There is a Huacheng in the forbidden area of the Ghost Realm.
This was once the hometown of Jumang, and this city was often dominated by giant spirit trees and sycamore trees.
It is a city formed by the aggregation of big trees in the sky."
The old man Xuying replied: "Even if you go to Rihua City, you can't find Jumang's inheritance.
There is a maze, built with the twenty-four directions of the sky, and there is no absolute core of the formation.
Every second, there are thousands of changes.”
"You must have a way," Xu Zimo said.
"There are no absolutes in the world. Since ancient times, as far as I know, there is one person who has been in and out of Rihua City," the old man Xuying said again.
"who?"
"White Emperor!" Xuying said word by word.
Xu Zimo was stunned for a moment, Baidi, isn't this the being who he promised to be immortal and represent the Seventh Seminary in the battle for Baidi Mountain?
"The White Emperor has a compass called Wu Zong," Xuying said slowly.
"The compass can know the yin and yang of the ages, the changes in the heavens, and can reverse time and space, and can also reverse the flow of antiquity.
Only with the compass guiding you can you go to the place of inheritance."
"Why...you want to help me?" Xu Zimo was silent for a moment and expressed his doubts.
He was already prepared to agree to certain conditions of the other party, but he didn't expect that this phantom was not related to him, but he still told the truth.
"I'm not helping you, but helping myself," Xuying said.
"I don't understand very well, but I hope it will be clarified," Xu Zimo replied.
"As you move forward, one day you will clear away the clouds and mist, and you will find your own heart," Xuying said with a smile.
As his words fell, the entire golden light began to dissipate, and the shadow gradually disappeared from sight.
And the remaining fragments of the book immediately set themselves on fire.
In an instant it was wiped out again.
In the entire library, Xu Zimo was the only one left empty.
He walked down from the top floor, and there was a woman waiting for her at the door of the library.
"It must be Mr. Xu. Dean Feng asked me to wait for you here," the woman said with a smile.
"Take you to a place to rest."
Xu Zimo nodded slightly.
Following the woman, the two came to a very quiet courtyard.
This courtyard has a unique scenery. In the center of the courtyard is a big fiery red tree burning.
The leaves of the big tree turned into pieces of flames, floating in the void.
The architectural style is like a water town in the south of the Yangtze River, giving people a sense of tranquility.
"Master, what do you think of this place?" the woman asked.
"Okay," Xu Zimo nodded and asked, "Where is the swordsman who came with me?"
Of course he was asking Xie Changliu.
"That young man is not far from you," the woman explained with a smile.
Xu Zimo nodded, then waved his hand to signal the woman to leave.
…………
The woman smiled, and after coming out of Xu Zimo's courtyard, the smile on her face disappeared.
Several young men in white robes came out from the side.
"Senior Sister Zuo, how are you doing?" one of the men asked.
"He is the person the dean said before that he will take part in the competition on our college's behalf?"
The woman nodded slightly and replied: "It can be seen from the dean's attitude towards him that he is sure of success."
"Why?" someone said unconvinced.
"We have worked hard for so long, how qualified is he, a new unknown person, to replace us."
"It's useless for us to complain about this, why not ask the dean."
"Yes, senior brother Hongyu left with the dean, why didn't he come back?"
Everyone was talking a lot, and the woman surnamed Zuo seemed a little impatient.
Said: "In my opinion, it's better to change the dean's mind.
Why don't we teach him a lesson, and then the dean will naturally re-select someone."
Everyone thought for a moment and then agreed.
……………
The flames rise,
Boundless flames spread in the sea of consciousness, and sweat was already flowing down Xu Zimo's forehead and face.
The flames surged forward, as if Xu Zimo was about to melt into it.
