Swish!
The Condensed Dew Flower Heart, exuding a startling amount of immortal power, along with a finger-length piece of its stem, was perfectly cut and steadily placed into the specially prepared Jade Box.
The Jade Box closed instantly, sealing off the enticing aroma and immortal energy.
The entire harvesting process was as swift as lightning, incredibly precise.
As the frenzied larvae sward towards the black stone, Si Lingle leveraged the smooth surface of the stone, gracefully flying back to her original position by the ancient tree remains.
Si Lingle did not hesitate, not even glancing at the frantic larvae who had lost their target. Without any desire to pick the other slightly less valuable Dew Flowers, she decisively turned around and darted towards the outskirts of the swamp at a faster speed.
Si Lingle knew that the anomaly caused by the Dew Flower Heart and its erupting aura would soon attract the true master of this swamp.
Behind her, from the direction of the Sinking Flower Creek, ca the angry hissing of Poison Thorn Vine larvae and the splashing sounds of violently stirred water. In the distance, a low, dull roar filled with ferocity was faintly heard.
Si Lingle’s speed increased even more, blending into the dense toxic miasma, as if she had never appeared.
The task’s Jade Scroll recorded the collection of ten stalks of "Bone-Eroding Grass," and now unexpectedly, she had secured a top-grade "Seven-core Dew Flower Heart," making this venture far exceed expectations.
With the targets accomplished, a safe retreat was paramount.
Si Lingle’s silhouette swiftly disappeared into the leaden gray depths of the Yin Erosion Swamp, leaving behind only the enraged toxic vines and an agitated, silent deep pool.
After over a month, Si Lingle earned plenty of Contribution Points, now possessing over ten thousand points. (She earned more than six thousand points from completing a highly challenging sect mission.)
With Contribution Points in hand, Si Lingle’s goal was exceptionally clear—Book Collection Peak!
The Yunlan Sect’s Book Collection Peak is not a "mountain peak" in the true sense; it resembles more a colossal Magic Treasure, folded and refined by space, grand beyond asure.
The entire structure is made of a peculiar "Hidden Immortal Jade," resembling a tower or mountain, layer upon layer, with nine levels, each with a space far more expansive and profound than it appears from outside.
Inside the peak, the light is gentle, and the air is filled with the unique scent of ink and the immortal energy of ti.
With the newly acquired substantial Contribution Points, Si Lingle gained access to the third level of the Book Collection Peak, which was previously out of reach.
Here, the placent is no longer of basic cultivation techniques but involves deeper elixir recipes, artifact manuals, talisman crafting essentials, and rare ancient Array maps.
Compared to the lively voices of the first two levels, the third level is extraordinarily quiet.
Giant immortal wood bookshelves stand like silent giants, densely packed with Jade Scrolls, Silk Books, and even bone fragnts inscribed with runes.
Light filters through the special Crystal Stones embedded in the do, forming serene beams of light.
Si Lingle walked between rows of towering bookshelves, her Divine Sense akin to nimble tentacles, swiftly and accurately scanning the items on the shelves.
Most of the Jade Scrolls and Silk Books have clear labels and introduction plaques, convenient for disciples to browse.
But there are also so obviously aged items made of unique materials, with labels blurred or even missing, scattered deep in the shelves.
The "Map" catching her interest lay quietly in the bottom corner of the innermost bookshelf, one corner lightly pressed by several heavy volus of the "Nether Sea Insect Chronicles."
It was neither a Jade Scroll nor a Silk Book, but a dark fragnt about half a foot square, not tal nor jade, cool and smooth to the touch.
The surface of the fragnt was dull, with a barely visible layer of dust, and an obvious irregular chipped crack on the edge, causing a small piece to be missing.
The damage itself was not eye-catching; what made Si Lingle pause was the extrely faint yet exceptionally pure spatial ripple aura remaining on the piece, and the eerie, devouring-imbued ink-colored patterns on its surface.
These patterns were particularly evident at the cracked part, presenting an uncanny, light-distorting profundity.
Si Lingle carefully wiped away the dust and gently picked it up.
The fragnt was slightly heavier than expected, the ink-colored patterns seed to subtly flow upon contact with the warmth of her palm, extrely slowly absorbing the surrounding scant immortal power.
This feeling was very mysterious, as if this broken piece itself was a very minute and dying core.
The fragnt had no na or introduction, only on a relatively intact corner, a few ancient seal scripts were engraved:
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