The Imperial City of Dazhou is located in the north of the imperial capital. It is extremely ancient and formidable. It has been repaired and rebuilt and expanded again and again over the past 180,000 years. It occupies such a large area that only Taoism and spiritual skills were not allowed to be used within the imperial city. The rules are evident.
It occupies such a large area that even the best horses cannot be used for daily rotation.
Just one library covers an area of more than 100,000 acres. Soldiers outside take turns patrolling, and experts inside take over day and night. It can be said that it is heavily guarded.
"In the past, when Taizu made his capital Tianding Road, Tianding Road was still a barren land where evil spirits were raging. It was created by Taizu, who leveled thousands of mountains, used all kinds of evil spirits, took all kinds of divine iron and mixed them with the flesh and blood of evil spirits. The original imperial city.
According to legend, in the original imperial city, even if a person with great supernatural powers entered the Four Tribulations spirit phase, all his magic power and magical powers would be suppressed..."
The chariot drawn by Longma moved slowly and passed through the wide door of the library. A young man in black armor swung his horse whip and whispered:
"It's a pity that as the imperial city expanded and expanded, the territory was lost one after another, so that the formation was incomplete, and now its power is less than 11..."
The young man's name is Qian Shantu, and he is the ninety-sixth son adopted by Grand Master Qian Cang of the Great Zhou Dynasty. He is not more than a hundred years old, but he has already become a spirit of the second tribulation, and is also ranked among the younger generation in the imperial capital.
Now he was sent to the palace and became Yang Prison's personal guard.
"It's indeed a pity."
In the carriage, Yang Prison did feel regretful.
How could he not understand the tyranny of such an existence after having fought against a person with great supernatural powers?
Because he knew it, he was also extremely interested in this legendary formation that could suppress those with great supernatural powers.
No matter what...
"If that formation is there, why does the library need so many people to 'protect' it?"
The last two words, Ganshantu, are pronounced very strongly, and he is obviously quite dissatisfied with being sent to the imperial city.
"Whether it is a library or the ancient scriptures and books in it, they do not need to be guarded by anyone. It is because outsiders care too much that they send people to guard them."
Yang Yu naturally had a clear understanding of his thoughts.
After the conversation that day, he finally convinced the old teacher, not because of his great eloquence.
But in the eyes of the old master, the predecessor, or this identity, was not very important.
The Heavenly Cauldron Spiritual Phase Diagram cannot be learned unless it comes from the blood of the Great Zhou Taizu, but when Qian Cang returned this time, he brought back a large number of Taizu's descendants.
The original owner was originally one of a dozen people, but now, he is one of hundreds, and his importance has been greatly reduced.
But even so, this Ganshan Tu was still sent to his side, both for protection and surveillance.
"...There is some truth in what His Majesty said."
Gan Shantu wanted to refute, but thinking about his adoptive father, he still kept his mouth shut.
After all, he was sent here by his adoptive father, so he shouldn't have any complaints.
"Your Majesty, we are here!"
Long Mala rode the chariot at a slow speed, but it took more than half a month to get from the main entrance to the library.
When we got here, dozens of powerful wills swept over at the same time, and they only took it back after recognizing the chariot.
Gan Shantu got out of the car and led Yang Yu in through the main entrance.
Separated by a wall, it seems like two worlds. Yang Yu can keenly sense that the restrictions in this library are ten times stronger than those in his palace...
It is enough to block out all prying eyes, whether it is Taoism or magical power, if it touches this place, it will be exposed.
Entering from the door, Yang Yu glanced around and saw that it was already noon, but the place where the library was located felt like a cold winter without any heat or heat.
In the pitch-black empty square, there is a forest of stone monuments of different sizes, so densely packed that you can't even see them at a glance.
At this moment, there are people walking through the forest of stone tablets, wiping them, watching them, or copying them...
The arrival of the two people did not attract anyone's attention.
"The library originally didn't need to be so big. Grandfather Taizu only built one library in the past, and all kinds of classics and ancient scrolls in it were like streams of light, but later..."
Gan Shantu glanced at the titular His Majesty without leaving any trace.
“The reason behind the expansion is not that one generation is stronger than the other, but that one generation is inferior to the other..."
Looking at the Rulin Stone Tablet, Yang Yu felt something in his heart.
The rich spiritual energy, complete inheritance, and antiquity of Xuanhuang Heaven and Earth are all above the Longquan Realm.
But the latter already had a mysterious treasure like the Illustrated Book of Ten Thousand Immortals 80,000 years ago, which summarized and sorted out most of the inherited texts of the unified world.
If you look at the forest of stone tablets in front of you, you can naturally see the difference between them...
"..."
Qian Shantu was sarcastic intentionally or unintentionally, but when he heard these words, he immediately shut up and did not dare to talk to him again.
Of course he didn't care about the thoughts of such a puppet emperor, but if these words were to reach his adoptive father, he would have to live with them.
"There are twenty-three steles in the library. Although my adoptive father did not explain anything, I think it is best for Your Majesty not to go deep in order to avoid hurting yourself..."
"Um."
At this point, Yang Yu no longer had the mental capacity to understand Ganshan Tu. He responded casually and headed towards the Forest of Steles.
The latter hesitated for a long time, but still followed.
This forest of steles covers an area of thousands of acres. The stone steles are quite dense. The short ones are no more than three feet tall, but the tall ones are more than ten feet tall. They are all densely covered with inscriptions, all of which are sacred inscriptions.
"Biography, travel notes, essays, ancient history, unofficial history..."
Yang Yu walked slowly, his eyes scanning randomly, and all the words had been imprinted on his heart.
Perhaps because it is located on the outermost side, there are not many stone tablets about spiritual practice in this square forest of steles. Most of them are ancient history, biographies, and even poems, songs, dances, and the like.
"The original intention of Taizu in establishing the library was not to monopolize the rare books in the world in the imperial city, but to prevent the inheritance of future generations from being cut off. Naturally, ancient history is the most important thing in the Forest of Steles!"
Seeing the little emperor walking straight into the depths, glancing at everything he passed, Ganshan Tu couldn't help but:
"Even if your Majesty is devoted to 'spiritual cultivation', you shouldn't be so slack. At least, you should watch it for a few days and months..."
"Slack?"
Yang Yu paused slightly at his feet:
"Before today, none of the books in this library could be delivered to my library.
Now, are you talking about slacking off?"
Having said that, ignoring the ugly-looking Ganshan Tu, Yang Yu continued to walk unhurriedly among the forest of steles.
The restrictions in the library were extremely strict, and the Golden Fire Eyes were quite restricted here. Although he thought that he could scan this place with all his strength, it would definitely shake the imperial city.
Walk around slowly, just take a few glances and spend some time. Don't make such a big noise.
Under the gaze of Ganshan Tu and many people in the dark, he was really in a hurry, without stopping for a moment.
After leaving, it was late at night.
After walking through thousands of acres of forest of steles, Yang Yu stopped for a moment. Under the moonlight, he stopped in front of an obelisk that was no more than ten feet high.
"Linjiang Nine Turns!"
This is the first 'spiritual picture' he saw when he came here.
"Linjiang Nine Transformations is a technique that the 'Linjiang Sword Immortal' learned in the surging river tide. It was originally a ninth-grade technique, but after being sorted and expanded, it can be a third-grade technique!"
Yang Yu glanced at it casually and walked to the next place.
"Twelve forms of the blue dragon."
Ganshan Tu followed him step by step, and the guards seemed to have been following him in the middle of the night. They were also a little impatient at this moment:
"The twelve shapes of the Canglong were created by the 'Jingyang Mountain Master' who watched the Canglong soar. It is ranked first-class and can be said to be rare."
Yang Prison did not stop and walked straight to the next place.
"The Spiritual Diagram of Destruction!"
"Young master of the Xuanmen of Heaven and Earth, created by the young Master Miedu Dao, ranking above the first rank, extremely rare!"
"The missing moon spirit map!"
"Phoenix Bird True Spirit Map!"
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"The True Spirit Map of the Great Sun, this was created by Taoist Tianlong, the master of the Mysterious Sect of Heaven and Earth of the previous generation. It ranks among the 'Xuanpin', and there are few in the world who can match it..."
"Isn't this possible?"
From moonlight to sunset, and then to the sunrise, Yang Yu is still full of energy, but the picture of Ganshan is really unbearable:
"Three ranks and one mansion are hard to find, one rank and one rank are rare, Heaven, Earth, Xuan, Emperor ancient and modern are rare, these are not acceptable.
Your Majesty, what do you want?"
Qian Shantu had resentment in his heart, but Yang Yu didn't seem to hear it. He just looked at a broken monument in the corner.
"The white jade pillars holding the sky, the purple golden beams that frame the sea. The white pole soldiers that follow your heart, the iron needle that anchors the sea..."