Ever since the Heavenly Talisman Hall incident, the number of patrolling guards had doubled.
In a dense forest a few hundred feet away from the pavilion, a faint silvery figure slowly emerged. Under the cover of the night, the face couldn't be seen clearly, only the eyebrows and eyes could be vaguely seen.
The figure raised his head and looked at the octagonal pavilion that seemed somewhat mysterious in the night. After a while, he turned his hand and took out a pale purple talisman, and stuck it on his body.
The purple talisman suddenly broke into pieces, and turned into a few vague tadpole-shaped talisman characters. They flew up and down around the figure, and then merged into his body.
Suddenly, a purple mist appeared around the figure, and instantly submerged his figure, making him disappear into thin air.
Of course, the figure didn't really disappear, but turned into a group of nothingness, and directly floated in the direction of the Sutra Depository, ignoring the patrolling guards around.
Although the patrolling guards looked around from time to time, and their spirit sense constantly swept every corner of the surroundings, they couldn't find the existence of the figure at all.
It didn't take long for the figure to float to the entrance of the Sutra Depository.
It was already late at night, and the Sutra Depository had already been closed. The wide stone door was glimmering, and it was obviously covered with a restrictive spell.
The figure muttered something, and made a hand sign. Then, he opened his mouth and spouted a group of almost invisible green gas, hitting the door.
If the green gas was magnified a hundred times, it could be seen that the green gas was composed of countless incomparably small talisman characters. As soon as the talisman touched the restrictive spell on the door, these tiny talisman characters merged into it.
The restrictive light curtain seemed to be corroded, and a big hole appeared. The figure immediately flew into it silently.
The stone door without a restrictive spell was useless, and the figure disappeared into the stone door.
The restrictive spell on the door flashed, and immediately restored to its original state.
All of this happened in a flash, and the patrolling guards outside didn't notice anything unusual.
The figure entered the Sutra Depository, and a circular hall appeared in front of him.
The hall was very large, almost twenty or thirty feet wide. There were more than a dozen paths extending from the hall, and no one knew where they led.
In the deepest part, there was a pitch-black staircase, winding up to the top.
The silhouette glanced around before flying towards a passageway silently.
The passage was not long, and he soon reached the end. In front of him was a tightly shut stone chamber.
The door of the stone chamber was covered with a layer of white restrictive spell just like the outside.
On the top of the door, there was a white jade slab with the words "Cultivation Technique" carved on it.
A look of joy flashed in the figure's eyes. He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of green Qi. Just like before, the green Qi corroded a large hole in the white barrier, and the figure immediately flew into it.
Behind the stone door was a very large stone room. There were hundreds of bookshelves inside, and they were all covered by a layer of faint red light.
Each bookshelf was divided into several compartments, and each compartment contained a jade slip.
There was a label next to each grid, introducing what kind of cultivation method was recorded in the jade slips inside.
The silhouette casually walked to the front of a bookshelf, opened his mouth, and spouted a green gas, corroding a big hole in the faint red light curtain around the bookshelf. Then, he waved his hand and released a suction force, sucking a few jade slips into his hand. His Divine Sense seeped into them.
After a while, he frowned and threw the jade slips back onto the bookshelf.
The cultivation methods recorded in the jade slips were Core Formation and even Nascent Soul cultivation methods, but it seemed that this person did not care about them.
The figure walked around the stone chamber, and not long after, he roughly examined the jade slips on the bookshelves. Then, he shook his head in disappointment.
Without hesitation, he turned around and flew outside. He quickly passed through the stone door, and a moment later, he returned to the main hall.
He immediately entered another passage on the side, and at the end of the passage was another stone chamber.
There was also a white stone slab at the top of the stone chamber, and the word "Cultivation Technique" was written on it.
The figure used the same method, and very quickly, he broke the restriction on the door and entered again.
Not long after, the figure returned and entered the third passage.
In the blink of an eye, more than two hours passed, and the figure had examined all of the passages. His eyebrows were tightly furrowed, and it seemed that he did not find what he was looking for.
The figure slowly floated to the pitch-black staircase in the deepest part of the cave. He glanced up and slowly flew up.
The staircase was not long, and he soon reached the end. There was a huge stone door that was several feet wide.
There were two people sitting cross-legged on both sides of the door.
The one on the left was white and fat, with a fat head and big ears. He was wearing a purple kasaya, and he seemed to be a monk. The one on the right was tall and thin, and his skin was yellow and sallow. He looked very sick.
However, there was a faint brilliance above their heads, and the aura they exuded was as deep as the sea. They were two powerhouses at the Void Training Stage!
They closed their eyes and meditated, unaware of what was happening below.
The figure glanced at them, and then his eyes moved away and fell on the stone door behind them.
Wave-like light appeared on the stone door, reflecting colorful light. It seemed that the restriction on this door was much more powerful than that of the other stone chambers below.
If he guessed correctly, behind this stone door was most likely the cabinet of the Sutras Pavilion of the Leng Yan Sect, where the most exquisite books and records of the Leng Yan Sect were stored. It seemed that it would not be easy to break the restriction here.
The figure narrowed his eyes and paused for a moment. Then, he moved forward again and landed in front of the door as if he was weightless. He was less than three feet away from the two Void Training Stage cultivators.
At this moment, the fat monk on the left raised his eyebrows slightly. He could not help but open his eyes and look around.
The tall and thin man on the right also opened his eyes and asked, "What's wrong, Brother Lingxi?"
"Nothing." The fat monk looked back at the door of the cabinet and murmured to himself.
He did not really find anything. It was just a kind of feeling that originated from his heart triggered by a secret technique he had cultivated. However, the success rate of this technique was not very high. Moreover, there were layers of restrictions here, and the two of them were guarding this place day and night. Not to mention a cultivator at the Form Synthesis Stage, even if a cultivator at the Great Vehicle Stage wanted to covet this place, he would not be able to do it without making a sound.
With this thought, the monk slowly closed his eyes again.
The tall and thin man didn't pay much attention to this and also closed his eyes to cultivate.
The figure stood still in the same place from beginning to end. Only after the two Void Training Stage cultivators closed their eyes to cultivate did his glabella fluctuate slightly. A powerful spiritual sense was released from his glabella and quickly covered the entire door, faintly condensing into a protective barrier.
Then, he opened his mouth to expel a burst of azure Qi, which fell onto the rippling water restriction on the door.
The rippling water restriction immediately flashed with light, as if it was resisting the invasion of the azure Qi. However, the two Void Training Stage cultivators outside the spiritual sense barrier were completely unaware of this.
The figure made a hand seal and the azure Qi fluctuated in a myriad of ways. It clashed with the rippling water restriction, causing the area in the center of the restriction to fade a little.
Without saying a word, the figure flashed and disappeared into the door.
All of this seemed complicated, but from the moment he broke through the restriction to the moment he entered the door, only a few breaths had passed. At this moment, the spiritual sense barrier quietly dissipated.
"Huh?"
The fat monk raised his eyebrows and opened his eyes again. He suddenly looked back at the door of the cabinet behind him.
The rippling water restriction on the surface of the door was sparkling, emitting a dense light, and there was no abnormality.
However, there was a clear ominous feeling in his heart just now. Although it was only a flash, he couldn't help but feel suspicious.
"Brother Lingxi, did you find something?"
The tall and thin man also seemed to notice something was wrong at this time. He quickly stood up and looked back at the door, then closed his eyes again. His huge spiritual sense swept in all directions without reservation.
"Brother Qing Tao, did you find anything wrong just now?" The fat monk walked to the door of the cabinet, carefully looked for a moment, and asked.
"Unless … someone can fly out of the Scripture Pavilion for hundreds of miles in two or three breaths, or break the Glaze Profound Water Array that the Cold Flame Ancestor personally set up and enter the cabinet." The tall and thin man had already opened his eyes at this moment, shook his head, and said slowly.
Obviously, his spiritual sense search just now was also fruitless.
"How is this possible?
It seems that it is my illusion. "Hearing this, the fat monk couldn't help but shake his head with a wry smile.
If he wanted to break the Glaze Profound Water Formation silently in two or three breaths and restore it to normal, he was afraid that even the Great Elder of the Dacheng Stage in the sect might not be able to do it.