It truly resembled a temple, and in the morning glow, it exuded an aura of charm, with the tiles and walls tinged with a faint golden hue.
As they approached, it felt almost like a pilgrimage; the moment was so invigorating that it washed the soul with a sense of devotion and joy.
"I'm coming for the treasure technique," the small figure whispered, his big eyes shining brightly.
Er Tzu had followed as well, peeking around, searching here and there with a slightly sneaky demeanor that was quite at odds with the golden temple.
The ancient architecture was grand, surrounded by many rare and exotic flowers, with true spiritual herbs emitting a fragrant aroma, and towering ancient trees exuding a misty glow.
Additionally, some spiritual birds and auspicious beasts roamed about, making the place look peaceful and serene.
Such a sacred place naturally had strong guardians. On a large stone sat several people, motionless like statues, practicing and guarding the ancient site.
Er Tzu was stopped, even Mao Qiu was prevented from advancing further, leaving only the small figure to proceed.
"How stingy. But I guess the Pavilion of Heaven's Secrets has probably run out of resources. After so many years, how many of the treasured techniques can be left?" Er Tzu complained.
An old man suddenly opened his eyes on a huge rock, two electric beams flashing as he looked at them, causing Er Tzu's heart to jolt. He quickly fell silent, not daring to speak further.
As for Mao Qiu, he lay lazily on the edge of a spiritual herb field, basking in the sun. His golden fur glistened in the morning light, and he began to nap. In fact, he occasionally peeked at the herb field but did not dare to make a move, having been trapped in the thunderstorm for half a month before, which made him wary.
The small figure walked up the stone steps to the front of the Scripture Pavilion and was immediately stopped by a light screen. There was an extremely powerful barrier here, impossible to breach by force.
An old man with disheveled hair and sleepy eyes got up from a rattan chair, looked at him with curiosity, and then said, "You are the fierce child."
"I'm not fierce, I'm the kindest," the small figure corrected, worrying that he might end up being known as a fierce beast if this continued.
"Well, indeed, quite fierce. Since the Pavilion Master has given the order, you may enter. All areas are open to you." The old man nodded.
"All areas, huh." The small figure's eyes lit up, and he immediately asked, "Where is the most powerful technique?"
"Inside the Scripture Pavilion, the collection of bone books is vast like an ocean. No one will tell you where the divine powers are; you need to find them yourself, encounter opportunities, and you will eventually find the bone books suitable for you," the old man said weakly, then drowsily fell back to sleep.
The small figure did not ask further; dealing with such an old expert could be tricky. The more you wanted to know, the less they might tell you.
He entered the ancient building, where rows of bookshelves were filled with bone books, all shimmering with light. It was truly an ocean of books, and he felt dizzy.
"There are too many," the small figure said, staring blankly. The Scripture Pavilion was enormous, and he could not see the end. With so many bone books piled up, trying to find the most powerful technique made his head ache.
As he walked further inside, he found some shelves in the corners and deepest parts had decayed, with bone books scattered on the ground, neglected and almost covered in dust.
"How am I supposed to find anything?" He frowned, feeling overwhelmed by the sheer number of bone books and unsure which recorded the divine powers he needed.
He wandered around the Scripture Pavilion, his eyes dazzled by the endless runic texts, making him almost want to vomit blood. There were so many texts that he couldn’t keep up.
He picked up a piece of earthy yellow bone, finding it strange. The symbols were dense and looked like celestial scripts, tiny and requiring careful observation.
The small figure concentrated and studied it for a quarter of an hour, finally frowning as he discovered it only recorded a method for nurturing spiritual herbs, unrelated to treasured techniques.
"Deceiving," he muttered.
He then picked up a piece of silver bone, which had fewer symbols and an ancient feel. Upon closer examination, he found it was a method for raising spiritual beasts.
These were not what he wanted. What he needed most were divine powers and improvements to his two main techniques to become stronger.
He picked up another bone book and finally found a cultivation method, though it was still not what he needed.
"How long will this take to find?" The small figure was disheartened and returned to the entrance to consult the old man for guidance.
"Speed is not the key. Cultivating the mind is more important than cultivating the body," the old man said, his hair wild like weeds. He shook his head and continued, "Moreover, the lost and remaining divine powers of the sect may still have one or two hidden in this sea of bone books. You must find them yourself based on your own affinity."
"Sigh."
The small figure sighed, finding it exhausting to converse with such old experts. They spoke in profound terms but never provided practical information.
"Alright, then. I’ll stay here for ten years," he resolved, determined to find some powerful techniques.
He also thought that the old man’s words had some truth. Perhaps he was too impatient. Since there were so many bone books, he would take his time to study them.
The small figure stepped back to the entrance and began reading from the very beginning, hoping to go through them one by one and eventually find what he needed.
At first, it seemed very dull, but he gradually calmed down. After spending most of the day, he had read through more than ten bone books without finding anything particularly remarkable.
"Well, this is an ancient method for stimulating the vitality of spiritual energy. It's somewhat interesting," the small figure said with interest.
Finally, he found a fairly good cultivation method and studied and comprehended it for half an hour. Then he moved on to another area to continue selecting and viewing.
By sunset, the small figure had read through more than thirty bone books, with only two or three providing inspiration, while the rest were quite mixed and of little value.
The next day, the small figure arrived early again, greeting the dawn and the morning mist. He entered the Scripture Pavilion and picked up a dusty bone book.
After brushing off the dust, a faint golden sheen was revealed. The bone piece was quite old, with cracks, but it did not affect reading. The symbols were still clear.
"Golden Spiral Ripple Technique," the small figure exclaimed in surprise. He did not expect to find this technique, which should be considered a very powerful method, highly suitable for combat and effective for body protection.
When interacting with the talents from the Genius Camp, a burly youth had demonstrated this technique. It wasn't a treasured technique, but it was extremely practical.
This technique was derived from the protective runes of the Golden-Winged Roc, evolved by humanity into its current remarkable form. Of course, it couldn’t compare to the complete protective runes of the Golden Roc lineage.
"Sigh, only one volume. It clearly has three volumes: upper, middle, and lower. If I had all three, it would be a treasured technique, and a very powerful divine power at that," the small figure lamented, having found only the upper volume here, missing the other two volumes. Even this golden bone book was nearly buried in dust.
He began to comprehend it, and waves of golden patterns appeared on his surface, forming golden whirlpools that looked quite mysterious. He was extremely delighted; this technique seemed very powerful and resonated with another technique within him.
He had the Celestial Roc Technique and the Suanni Technique, which had always been his two major trump cards and divine powers. Now, with the appearance of the golden whirlpool, a silver moon glowed behind him, harboring an ancient demonic bird that called out in response.
"So it can be like this," the small figure said with delight.
As fellow roc techniques, the similar runic methods resonated with each other, leading to a harmonious blend.
Throughout the day, he explored and experimented, continuously combining the two runic techniques. Eventually, they began to merge slowly.
Originally, the Celestial Roc Technique was mostly reflected in the silver moon, showcasing great power. After practicing the Golden Spiral Ripple Technique, the demonic bird within the silver moon became noticeably stronger.
The silver moon, no matter how you looked at it, resembled a divine egg, as if it was nurturing something.
From this day on, the small figure immersed himself in studying the Golden Spiral Ripple Technique, dedicating half a month to integrating it into the Celestial Roc Technique.
Finally, with a soft pop, the silver moon took on a faint golden hue, as if it was about to hatch the demonic bird, evolving into a divine egg, and the demonic bird inside grew even more formidable.
The temples and ancient trees within the silver moon transformed into runes on the eggshell.
"Ah, it's more pure now, moving closer to the true Celestial Roc Technique."
The small figure was thrilled; his half-month of effort was not in vain. The fusion of the roc techniques and the breakthrough made the divine power significantly stronger.
Thus, every day, he entered the Scripture Pavilion, diligently studying various texts, focusing on the Golden Spiral Ripple Technique, and eventually integrating it completely into the Celestial Roc Technique.
Days passed, and the people of the Pavilion of Heaven’s Secrets had not yet sought him out. It seemed they were still preparing divine artifacts to ensure the revival of the sacrificial spirit.
A month had flown by. The small figure felt refreshed, his body incredibly comfortable. He hadn’t made any deliberate breakthroughs, but he felt his condition had reached its peak.
"Old Ghost’s beatings weren’t in vain; he really did it for my own good," the small figure said, scratching his head. Over the past month, while studying various scriptures, he realized that wherever he had been beaten, there was a warm flow, resonating with his studies.
In Hundred Broken Mountain, his strength had increased rapidly, breaking through several realms in just over a month, which was beyond the limit and left some hidden dangers in his body.
Old Ghost’s beatings seemed harsh, but they actually helped him resolve these issues. Now, all his limbs and bones were clear, his entire body exuding a radiant glow, and his vitality was exceptionally robust.
Each time he studied a scripture, he felt a lot more comfortable, like a divine artifact being polished, becoming more brilliant.
"Wow, the benefits are so numerous. Not only does it regulate the body and solidify the foundation, but it also subtly improves my runic mastery," the small figure said joyfully.
After a month of reading hundreds of bone books, the direct impact on him was significant, deepening his understanding of runes.
He was even inspired to better understand the original truths, starting from simple basics and seeking answers from the myriad scriptures.
Every day he recited scriptures, various profound meanings revealed themselves. The small figure was immersed in a wonderful state, becoming more focused and obsessed.
Many scriptures might have been useless, but after reading through them, he could still feel his flesh and blood becoming more vibrant, and his vitality growing stronger.
"This is a massive treasure trove," he was very pleased.
The only downside was that the sacrificial spirit area was sealed off, and no one could enter or exit. Otherwise, following Old Ghost’s advice, he would have gone there to sit and study with the scriptures.
After a month and a half, the small figure was thrilled to discover the middle and lower volumes of the Golden Spiral Ripple Technique buried in a pile of bones, covered in dust.
He was so happy he almost flipped over. With all three volumes of the ripple technique combined, it became a complete treasure technique, a protective divine art derived from the Golden-Winged Roc.
Nearby, the disheveled old man showed a hint of a smile.
"Thank you, old man," the small figure expressed his gratitude, bowing in that direction.
Clearly, the complete Golden Spiral Ripple Technique was a powerful treasure technique. It could be integrated with the Celestial Roc Technique, leading to transformation and sublimation, potentially surpassing his current Suanni Technique.
"Ah," suddenly, the small figure was astonished. A quick glance revealed something even more remarkable than he had imagined.
It recorded that within the treasure vault was an ancient Roc bone, very special, with symbols that had not faded. The Golden Spiral Ripple Technique was derived from insights gained from this bone by a predecessor.
"Where is it?" The small figure clenched his fists, trembling with excitement.
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