The cold flood dragon’s vertical pupils turned, flicking its red tongue, and the flat dragon head surprisingly showed a few hints of disdain in a human-like manner.
But in the next moment.
The cold flood dragon saw a golden rift appear in the void where a figure was marked below.
The rift was something unknown, but the moment it appeared, it seemed like countless golden chains wrapped around its body.
"Hiss—Hiss—"
It struggled frantically, thrashing its tail several times, and actually managed to shake off the suction of the golden void rift.
The cold flood dragon was stunned for a moment; the seemingly terrifying golden void rift was unexpectedly easy to escape from.
Looking at the small figure below, the disdain on its flat dragon head grew even stronger.
Its bloody mouth opened wide, and the cold flood dragon wanted to swallow the person who challenged its authority in one gulp.
Sticky dragon liquid dripped, instantly freezing the space.
The flood dragon head slowly moved towards the tiny figure below; it greatly enjoyed the terror of its prey before being eaten.
"Hiss..."
The red tongue flicked out, adding a few more touches of elegance that belonged to the cold flood dragon...
"Hiss—Hiss—" Suddenly, the cold flood dragon twisted in pain.
"Quite human-like." Chu Ming’s mouth slightly curled; he reached out a hand casually and pinched the cold flood dragon’s red tongue, instantly causing the cold flood dragon to struggle in pain.
"It seems that the [Golden House in the Book] is similar to Storage Space Treasure; it can only store things that can’t resist..."
He suddenly exerted strength.
Bang—
The massive dragon body collapsed to the ground like a pillar, shaking the entire ground with its impact.
"Hiss..." The cold flood dragon desperately wanted to withdraw its red tongue, but that seemingly insignificant small body was as unmovable as a mountain.
Bang—Bang—Bang—
Chu Ming pinned the red tongue, repeatedly smashed it dozens of times, and the cold flood dragon lay limp on the ground like a snake whose bones and tendons had been extracted, losing all resistance.
Once again drawing lines in the air, a golden void rift appeared.
This time, the powerless cold flood dragon could only watch as it slowly flew towards the golden rift until it was completely enveloped by golden light.
When its vision returned, where were the towering trees and its cold pool lair, replaced by nothing but endless golden text.
"Hiss..." The cold flood dragon couldn’t be bothered to care about whether the text was golden; it only felt as if its tongue was about to break with pain.
But suddenly, its vertical pupils sharply focused, staring fixedly forward.
Chu Ming condensed a figure with his heart spirit, floating within the Golden House, observing the cold flood dragon.
One breath...two breaths...three breaths...
A full half hour passed, and besides the injuries from being beaten, the cold flood dragon seemed not to have any other issues.
"It’s much as I expected, [Golden House in the Book] consists of endless golden text; ordinary life cannot survive here, only life of certain strength, like the cold flood dragon, can."
He paused, taking another look at the golden text above.
"But not too strong; [Golden House in the Book] has its own capacity, which should be linked to my strength."
"In other words, at most, I can only house life with strength up to the Seventh Realm; any stronger might cause the [Golden House in the Book] to collapse."
"The Seventh Realm..."
Chu Ming’s eyes twinkled, pondering when to capture two particularly strong exotic beasts as mounts seemed a good idea.
However, Tier Seven exotic beasts are already quite rare, and their intelligence is extremely high; they almost all hide away to cultivate, making them hard to encounter.
"Perhaps only in chaotic regions like the Ghostly Sea could they be found..."
Pausing, Chu Ming exited the [Golden House in the Book], no longer lingering, stepping on his primordial artifact and flew towards Celestial Curtain City.
"It’s time to go to the Confucius Temple."
"..."
...
Arriving at the Confucius Temple, the first thing Chu Ming did was to use his privilege as a temple priest’s direct disciple to enter the temple’s book collection.
Having passed the temple’s test days ago and then entering seclusion to breakthrough, he hadn’t had a chance to properly peruse the temple’s collection; with three days until the Heart Inquiry Celestial Ladder, it was the perfect time to utilize it.
"Chu Ming, carry this talisman, and you’ll be able to enter the Book Collection Space."
The Temple Teachers, Can Jue and Can Quan, enthusiastically prepared a book talisman for Chu Ming.
"Thank you, Temple Teachers."
Taking the book talisman and stepping into the land of collection, he activated it voluntarily, the talisman emitting golden light.
The scene before him changed, just like during the third stage test of the temple’s opening trial; once the light returned to normal, before his eyes appeared a towering wall of books.
"Just as I thought."
The third stage of the trial back then was actually the temple’s book collection site, and the book wall before him was but the outer layer of the collection.
The outer layer itself contained thousands of books; how many more would there be in the entire collection site?