Chapter 45: Tower First Floor Rong Qing didn't know how high the tower was. The top of the tower seemed to reach the sky, and where the sight ended, it fell into darkness. Rong Qing lowered her head and looked at herself. Of course, she couldn't be here in her physical body, and it was her spirit that was in the tower. "Strange, even though my mind has arrived, I can be simulated into the state of the primordial spirit here." Rong Qing was puzzled, "I haven't reached the stage of transformation, can I still be simulated into the state of the primordial spirit?" It’s just a pity. After all, this is not the real soul, and it cannot be used to comprehend a higher realm. There was no other sound in the tower, and the light from the windows illuminated the inside of the tower. The ever-burning lanterns hanging in the air were so bright that they could turn the dark sky into day. One of the lamps represents her, because Rong Qing has a mental connection with it. "It seems that every lit lamp represents a person who is still practicing the Floating Word Book." Rong Qing thought, "This number is somewhat surprising. Have they comprehended the mysteries of the Floating Word Book? Or is entering the tower to practice the whole content of this book?" Rong Qing couldn't help but feel puzzled. After refining the Floating Word Book, apart from some changes in her body and sea of consciousness, this technique seemed to have disappeared. "I need to use the inheritance in exchange for time to practice in the tower..." Rong Qing pondered and began to check the bookshelves in the tower.
The structure of this tower is not sealed layer by layer, but a hollow shape. Looking up from the center, you can almost see the top of the tower. As for the lower floors that Rong Qing saw, they were all filled with shelves of jade slips and books. At the end of each floor's wooden board, there were exquisitely carved railings. The circles of railings seemed to spiral upwards, which was very beautiful in Rong Qing's eyes. She took down a jade slip from the nearest bookshelf. There were no markings on these bookshelves, and Rong Qing subconsciously did what she had often done in the past few years. Since the classification was not specified, she had to make a catalog herself. Rong Qing pressed the jade slip against her forehead. The jade slip was not protected by any restrictions, so she read it easily. "I am the Lord of Lishan in the Divine Mysterious Realm." A hoarse female voice sounded faintly in her sea of consciousness. "This is the Lishanyan sect, which focuses on cultivating the branch meridians. To join our sect, one must open up 24 branch meridians, and there is no limit to spiritual roots..." Rong Qing suddenly withdrew her consciousness from the jade slip. Although her expression seemed unchanged, her heart was actually in turmoil. Even if she thought it was impossible, the reality was already in front of her. In the cultivation world, the inheritance that people fought for bloody battles for was like rotten cabbage here, for anyone to pick and choose. There are no limits…no limits! "That was a demon cultivation technique," Rong Qing put the jade slip back, her eyes dark as she looked at a scroll next to the jade slip. "There are so many techniques passed down in the tower, it's necessary to make a catalog. Now if I want to find the technique that suits me, I need to be patient and look for it one by one." She slowly opened the scroll. The colors in the scroll were faintly revealed, and it was a painting. The clouds in the painting seemed real, gradually dispersing in front of Rong Qing. As the scroll was fully opened, the woman in the painting, who was covered by clouds and mist, turned around gracefully. It seemed a strange scene, but Rong Qing didn't think so when she saw the woman's friendly face. Especially those beautiful eyes, with a smile at the end of the eyes, looking at Rong Qing with deep affection. Rong Qing stared at her for a long time. Even though there was no verbal response, she didn't feel bored and didn't even care about the passage of time. "Hmm." Rong Qing suddenly groaned, and a mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out. This mouthful of blood was not ordinary blood, Rong Qing was transformed into a spirit, and the blood that spurted out was actually the essence of his heart. As soon as the hard work fell into the painting, the scroll that fell to the ground in Rong Qing's hand quickly folded into a scroll shape, and then automatically flew back to its original place. Its quiet and low-key appearance next to the jade slip made people completely unimaginable that it almost sucked away a soul just now. Rong Qing, who had come to her senses, was now filled with fear. Although the inherited secret arts and other items here were not protected by any restrictions, the treasures themselves were not so easy for weak cultivators to obtain. "That scroll must have hidden a mysterious magic to charm the mind. What a pity. Not only did I not find any tricks, I almost got tricked." Rong Qing pursed her lips, raised her hand and pointed at her side, and a sword intent gradually took shape. It was extremely cold and sharp, but Rong Qing had already gotten used to it. Even in places where dangers were lurking and murderous intentions were hidden, this was her only reliance and the only thing that made her feel at ease. "Alas." She sighed deeply, as if she was laughing at herself. The sword had no intelligence and naturally would not respond to her. It just silently floated beside her. Rong Qing knew that if the sword intention hadn't reminded her immediately, she would have stared at the woman in the painting until her mind was exhausted. Now, a day had passed since she entered the tower, and she was staring at the woman unconsciously. We need to hurry up.
By chance, she obtained an inheritance and was qualified to enter the tower, but the time limit was only ten years. Making a catalog seemed simple, but Rong Qing had no idea which of the seemingly ordinary items would be extremely dangerous. If she was too unlucky, perhaps even the sword intent left by the sword master could not save her. But she had already entered the treasure mountain, so there was no reason to retreat. "Seize the time." Rong Qing remembered what the floating book said to her. This was also the reason why she transformed the sword intent. She wanted the sword intent to cut her faster when she encountered a situation like the painting scroll again. Rong Qing took a deep breath and picked up a piece of emerald stone next to the scroll, silently memorizing the current position. The bookshelves here all looked exactly the same, so Rong Qing could only rely on the direction of the window to remember. Rong Qing's luck was indeed good. She didn't know that some practitioners who entered the tower for the first time only had a few months. As soon as they found the right skills, they started practicing. After all, the things that carried these inheritances seemed to be only the size of a palm, but the contents recorded in them were extremely huge and profound. The general outline and many restrictions were enough for them to remember, not to mention that they had to hurry up to get started in this inheritance. Every practitioner who entered the tower knew that this place was mysterious and collected many inheritances. Once they left here, they didn't know how to find these inheritances. Most practitioners have chosen inheritance. After entering the tower, they keep looking for other inheritances in the outside world and exchange time for cultivation in the tower with floating characters. This is very profitable for them. Some inheritances that are not suitable for them, even if they are very ordinary or not very powerful, as long as they can be exchanged for time in the tower, even if it is only a few days, they can maximize their benefits in this short time. Because here, there are a vast collection of high-level skills and secrets, and the only condition for exchanging them is time in the tower. Anyone who is not stupid knows that they have to desperately look for inheritances to exchange. What Rong Qing did when she entered the tower was really different from most practitioners. Even though she found a heritage that was extremely suitable for her, she did not stop to practice, but continued to memorize the heritage corresponding to each item on the bookshelf. It's not like she hadn't been tempted by some high-level techniques, but as soon as her eyes got a little heated, the sword intent beside her was ready to move as if to cut her down. Her heart sank, and she remembered her original intention, so she gave up the idea. After being forced to calm down many times, she thought more about this place. Rong Qing thought that the words that Fu Zishu said to her were indeed very meaningful. One breath lasts for ten years. After practicing in this tower for ten years, the mind returned to his body, and only one breath had passed. This is really incredible. And... it can be used. If you are trapped in a secret place or facing a killing situation, you can use this breath and the collection in the tower to find a way out. Then this breath that can save your life is extremely precious. "Next time I come, I shouldn't waste time searching. After all, the higher the realm, the more troublesome the crisis will be." Rong Qing sighed, looking around at the silent bookshelves, "In ten years, I must make a catalog of all the collections on the first floor. The next time I come, it will be the time when my life is in danger." As for the second floor of the tower, Rong Qing tried to go up, but no matter how she went, she was back to the stairs of the first floor. She didn't bother with it anymore. She thought she was not qualified to go up now. (End of this chapter)