Reon strolled through the Outer Sect, his thoughts a whirlwind of unanswered questions.
"How I build the Core Void Eye?"
He had some uanding of physiques from the novel—after all, Yang Lie had gradually refined his own, overing tless tributions.
But uanding it and actually cultivating owo entirely different things.
Worse yet, he had no knowledge of how to cultivate a stitution in the first pce.
And his own stitution… was even more strange and mysterious.
A sudden thought struck him.
"Wait… That's it!"
His destination became clear—
A pce teeming with a vast repository of knowledge, brimming with aexts, cultivation manuals, and teiques of all grades.
Any disciple could access its treasures… provided they had the Sect Points to pay the price.
But before that—
"I o go somewhere else first."
After an hour of walking—
Skyreach Mission Pavilion.
The t structure loomed ahead, its golden pques gleaming uhe sunlight.
He stepped inside, heading straight for the Missio ter.
"I o submit my pleted mission before the deadlihere's no way I'm losing 5,000 Sect Points just because I was te."
Reon swiftly handed over the front fangs of the Ironcw Direwolf, his proof of pletion.
Moments ter, his Esseokeered the reward, adding the points to his total.
But he wasn't do.
He approached the Material Selling ter, retrieving the various spoils gathered during his time in the Mystic Evergreen Forest.
One by ohe beasts' remains and rare herbs were carefully appraised before being exged for points.
And when the final total appeared—
He nearly Hit the Jackpot.
With a smirk, he left the pavilion, his Esseoken proudly dispying over a millio Points.
A fortune by Outer Sect Standards.
As he followed the map towards his destination, ahought g him.
His Spatial Ring...
It wasn't the same as the one issued by the Sect.
This one was Different.
Vast—far beyond the standard-issue rings given to disciples.
No... even Larger.
Boundless—almost as if it had No Bottom.
More Refined, exuding an air of Mystery.
As if the items within could be retrieved with nothing more than a Mere Thought.
Even his 'Identify' couldn't get information about that.
Which led to a troubling question—
"Could this ring be lio Xue Taiyang's True in?"
A cold shiver ran down his spine.
Because if that were the case…
Then the real mystery behind Xue Taiyang's identity was far deeper than he had ever imagined.
.
.
After a long walk, Reon finally arrived at his destination.
The Outer Sect's Branch Library.
"I have arrived…"
"Yes, that pce is the Sect's Library."
From the outside, it appeared to be an unassuming three-story building, no different from the Security Pavilion.
But as he stepped inside—
His breath hitched.
What he saw left him utterly stunned.
The interior stretched far beyond what should have been possible.
It wasn't just three floors—it was Seven.
Larger, grander, and even more imposing than the five-floor Skyreach Mission Pavilion.
Rows upon rows of t bookshelves lihe walls, brimming with scrolls, cultivation manuals, and teiques of all kinds.
The tral area was left open, a vast empty space that made the structure feel even more surreal.
"Spatial Stohey must have used them to expand the interior while keeping the outer appearance deceptively small." Reoed.
Reon made his way to the front ter, where a Minor Elder sat with a bored expression.
Without hesitation, he requested an instru book about the library's system aions.
As he skimmed through its tents while strolling through the aisles, he quickly learned how the library was structured:
The ground floor tained only basic books and on-Grade teiques. A massive table sat in the middle, avaible for disciples who wished to study on-site.
The sed to fourth floors housed Unon-Grade teiques and scrolls.
The fifth to seventh floors taihe Rare-Grade teiques, the highest level avaible ier Sect's library.
Anything beyond that—Unique, Epic endary-Grade teiques, manual and arts—was restricted to the Inner Sect or the Core Sect's Library.
But today, Reon wasn't here fh-level teiques.
No, he had e for something far more Important.
Something that could only be found on the Ground Floor.
Something hidden in Pin Sight.
He halted in front of the first bookshelf.
"This... This is it!"
Without hesitation, he reached out and grabbed several thies from the shelves.
The moment he did—
Gasps echoed behind him.
The other disciples who had noticed his as were Stunned.
"What… What is he doing?" one of them muttered.
"Could it be... that he found a long-lost Hiddeeique?" another whispered, eyes wide with disbelief.
"No way! If that's true, then he's ridiculously lucky to stumble upon something like that!"
"Secret teique…?" Reon nearly choked on his own thoughts.
You fools, if only you knew... Well, in a way, those books are invaluable to me.
With the books in hand, he turned and walked toward the ter.
Silence.
The entire hall fell into Dead Silence.
The disciples watched in disbelief, their expressions torween fusion and horror.
"...For real? Those books?"
"What the hell does he pn to do with them?"
"Has he gone mad?"
Reon could practically hear the judgmental stares burning into his back.
"Tch. What do you bastards know about the value of these books?" he cursed inwardly.
They could mock him all they wanted—he uood their worth.
THUD!
With a resounding thud, he pced the stack of books on the ter in front of the Minor Elder.
"Minor Elder, I need copies of all these books," he said firmly.
The Minor Elder, who had barely gnced up before, now looked at him properly—first at the books, then back at Reon's face.
A long pause.
"...You're serious?" the Elder finally asked, as if doubting his own ears.
Reo his gaze without hesitation. "Yes. I need one copy of each."
The Elder scoffed, shaking his head. "You're the first disciple to ever request these books. Holy, I'd be lucky to sell even one copy sihey were pced here."
"Fiake them to the copying ter. I'll even give them to you for free."
Reon bowed slightly. "Thank you, Minor Elder."
He picked up the books with a quiet sense of triumph.
Yes… these books were those books.
The ones every child in this world had grown up hearing about, perhaps even before they could walk.
Books that no so-called "genius" would ever spare a sed g, dismissing them as beh their attention.
But to him…
They were more precious than gold.
They were the Foundation—the most basic of basics.

