Late at night, Classic Pavilion.

The shadow of the young man was stretched long by the candlelight, and the candlelight swayed slightly, and the shadow also swayed and became blurred.

Holding the candle, Camden wandered between the tall bookshelves in the pavilion, constantly flipping through the old but spotless books, but he could not find any records about "it".

After pondering for a while, Camden took out the seven pieces of paper left by Pingtian Junsheng and read them from beginning to end. It was still the same as before. In addition to the shocking news beyond the imagination of ordinary people, there were only a few sentences mentioning it, but they were all glimpsed.

"Still no, I have been looking for so many years, and there are only a few words mentioning it. But why did he leave these pieces of paper and hide them in books in different directions? Was it intentional, or was it just bored?" Camden said to himself, sitting cross-legged, taking down a book and pressing the stack of papers on the ground.

"Seven years, and I still haven't accomplished anything." Camden muttered to himself, slowly closing his eyes and sinking his mind into his body. The words Yiyi said to him when he was ten years old came to his ears again.

At that time, he was eager to practice Xuandao, but Yiyi and the masters did not do as he wished. They only taught him Daoism and some common sense of cultivation, and seemed to have no intention of teaching him how to practice at all.

"If you want to be an ordinary cultivator, then we can teach you the way of cultivation now. With your current qualifications, it would be great luck to become a Taoist master in this life. But if you want to be the kind of person who looks down on the world and even steps on the heavenly palace, then wait until you are familiar with those volumes of Daoism, wait until you are familiar with your body and the stars of the world, and wait for seven years. "

Although Xuandao and Wudao are very different, their level and realm divisions are almost the same before reaching the realm of Tongtian. Generally divided into talent, life, teacher, marquis, king, and master. Camden was also very curious about why the classification of Xuandao was so crude, but he was met with the ridicule of Master Jian.

Taocai - After the age of three and before the age of five, it is evaluated by the elders. Those who have a Tao body and can practice Tao are at the level of Taocai. In other words, the watershed between Taoists and ordinary people is the lowest level.

Taosheng - Through the practice of elementary exercises, you can advance from Taocai to the lowest level, cultivate the seeds of Tao, and start to cultivate the virtual power in your body from this seed...

Taoshi - The seeds of Tao take root and sprout, and the power of Tao turns from virtual to real, and begins to run continuously throughout the body, changing the physical constitution...

Taohou - The power of Tao gradually reaches the maximum limit that the body can bear, improving the internal organs, and the meaning of Tao is brewing. Can cultivate the aura of the mysterious Dao, and control the aura with the spirit...

Dao Wang - Generates Dao Dan, gradually masters the control of the external forces of the heaven, earth and stars, and reaches the realm of Dao's natural understanding...

Dao Zun - Generates the infant palace of Dao, which is as fragile as a baby and can only exist in the body, but forms the world in the body. The control of the heaven, earth and stars reaches the realm of great success, and every move contains the spirit of Dao. Through the practice of advanced exercises, the Dharma can be born...

Except for Dao Cai, other realms are divided into three levels: heaven, earth and man. Above Dao Zun, there is the legendary Tongtian Dao realm.

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"Stepping on the Heavenly Palace..." Camden opened his eyes under the candlelight, and a strange light flashed in his slender eyes, "Is there really a Heavenly Palace above this world? What kind of existence is there... Pingtian Junsheng, Pingtian..."

There are countless precious books in the Classics Pavilion, including biographies, travel notes, cultivation secrets, records of strange beasts, and unconventional methods, but they are all limited to the seven states and several isolated states and islands outside the Canglan Sea, and there is no mention of what else is above this world. But Yiyi's words, or the words she said, made Camden remember them, and until now, they have become one of his motivations to persist.

Camden has always been a patient person, since he was a child. Even if he was tortured by the temptation of cultivation for seven years, he would wait and wait for it to be born.

"Both my father and the old dragon slayer who is said to have lived for hundreds of years said that there are no gods in this world. If there are no gods, what are Teacher Tu and the others... demons... But the Taoist temple and the seven pieces of paper left by the Pingtian Junsheng can't be fake." Camden's eyes were blurred. It was night, it was midnight, the cold moon was like a mirror, and a light as bright as mercury leaked from the moon. The breeze blew across Camden's face, which was sometimes bright and sometimes dark. The young man who was in deep thought suddenly woke up, subconsciously turned his head to the side, and his eyes suddenly lit up. The wind blowing in from the quaint window swept across the seven pieces of paper pressed on the ground, and the pieces of paper were turned upside down. The moonlight shone on the paper pages, showing a strange pattern, like a round mirror. Camden's eyes gradually became cold, and he stretched his palm to the moonlight, but there was nothing in his hand. He retracted his hand, and the mirror-like pattern appeared on the flying paper pages again, swaying and emitting bright moonlight. The round mirror is exactly the same as the strange bronze mirror that hangs on the wall at the deepest part of the Classic Pavilion day after day.

"Could it be that the Pingtian Saint who has been gone for hundreds of years can still guess my situation today? Or is it that he expected me to come here? He left these clues for me to notice and then lead me there..." Camden sneered and said softly, "A great supernatural person, a god. If so, it is really a great supernatural power."

Getting up, Camden walked to the depths of the bookshelf.

A long time ago, Camden saw the small round mirror in the image on that wall. It always hung abruptly on the empty wall, but it was not noticeable. It was there, and there was just a wall.

By candlelight, Camden carefully looked at the mirror for the first time. The mirror was silver-gray and integrated with the pale wall. If you are not careful, it is easy to overlook it. The sun, moon and stars were engraved on the frame, appearing in pairs, but in reverse positions. Camden was slightly startled when he glanced at the mirror. He saw a skull floating on the mirror, which then quickly turned into mist and turned into a white expanse in the blink of an eye.

Camden felt a chill in his heart and took off the mirror while holding his breath.

Sure enough, there was a rotating armrest behind the mirror. Camden put the mirror on the bookshelf beside him and twisted the armrest without hesitation.

"Crack~~"

An old sound came from the quiet Classics Pavilion. It was the wall that slowly split into two halves, revealing the secret room hidden behind it to Zhou Jijun.

He touched his nose and felt his heart beating rapidly. Camden stared for a moment and strode in.