"This is the upper level."
Zhenjun led Wei Curcuma through the long arcade and reached the end of the corridor.
At the end, waiting is a spiral staircase made of black iron, leading directly to the unknown upper level. This spiral staircase is made of black iron and unknown patterns spread on it. Behind it is a window leading to the outside world. From it, you can See the starry sky at this moment.
The faint starlight penetrates in, and the black metal texture winds and spirals upward, leading to an unknown place.
Zhenjun walked in front, and Wei Curcuma followed the spiral staircase to a place that should not exist.
This is a similar library on the first floor, but it is much smaller and has a lot of modern equipment. The overall light is cold and a little dark.
The temperature here was obviously much lower than that there just now. Wei Curcuma noticed that his breath could turn into white mist, indicating that the temperature here might be below ten degrees.
What baffled him the most was the spiral staircase behind him.
You were clearly climbing up behind the principal just now, but now if you want to return to the previous floor, all you have to do is climb up the original ladder.
This clearly defies any logic and does not conform to conventional physical principles. Between the two floors, one climbs up to enter the other, so if you want to go back, you should go down, but here, the method is still up.
"This is the [upper and lower level] because its access control is the missing [downward] physical law."
Zhenjun noticed Wei Curcuma's confusion behind him, explained briefly, and then slowly moved forward.
[Downward] I don’t know when this space concept has been taken away. The lack of this concept is the real access control of the library on this floor.
What an incredible method it is to use the absence of certain physical laws as a gate guard. So what kind of books will be displayed in the library protected by this method?
"Generally speaking, no one else is allowed to enter here, but I can make an exception if I invite you."
Zhenjun walked in front and continued to move forward.
The books beside him seemed to be written in words that were not any common words, and the states of the books were also very diverse.
Some were bamboo slips, some were vacuum-sealed pages, some were parchment rolls, and some were even words directly carved on stone or steel, which were brought over in one piece.
The most exaggerated thing is that there is an entire wall. In order to preserve the murals on the wall, the entire wall was moved here.
"The books here are different from those on the surface."
"Aren't those all ancient books?"
"These are older."
"But the fundamental difference is not whether they are ancient or not. The words written in these books are written in real texts, and they all record the truth of the world to varying degrees."
Looking at Wei Zeshu's head-scratching expression, Zhenjun also realized that although he was a genius, he was still a freshman who had not yet attended a class. Talking too much at once would not be good for him.
As the two said this, they reached the end of this floor.
It is obviously a library, but there are no bookshelves or books at the end, but there are many sculptures.
The sculptures are similar to those on the previous floor, listed separately next to the bookshelves, but they are different from those on the previous floor.
First of all, these sculptures are not busts, but full-length figures. Secondly, their materials are not as uniform as those of the busts of philosophers and writers. The materials of each sculpture are different.
Finally, and most importantly, Wei Curcuma could not recognize any of them.
Unlike figures like Plato, Newton, Confucius, Galileo, and Socrates who have left their names in history, the existence represented by these sculptures has never been circulated among the public.
Most of them are young, some are extremely ancient, and some are relatively new.
There are generals holding spears and wearing armor, there are handsome women in green clothes, and there is a petite figure wearing an emperor's crown;
There is a long-haired man dressed in black and wearing a sword at his waist, and there is a quiet girl with long hair like a waterfall and a slight smile.
There is a white sculpture of a month. The white-haired girl on it is extremely beautiful, but her expression is slightly sad, and she quietly looks up and stares at the night sky.
There are not many sculptures, but there are not many.
Each sculpture is extremely vivid, as if they are all alive. Each has its own style and magnanimity, making it difficult to forget after just one glance.
The most terrifying thing is their presence, which is so strong that people cannot ignore it.
The white-haired True Lord stood among them. His back made Wei Curcuma feel endless loneliness and vicissitudes for some reason, but he also felt endlessly powerful.
The back of True Lord Xuanyuan is lonely and powerful, arrogant and speechless.
His back figure is even more vivid in momentum than those sculptures.
"Here, all soul pressure cannot penetrate, and it is absolutely confidential. It is suitable for talking to you."
Zhenjun turned his back to the sculptures and sat casually on a chair. Although he was still alive, Wei Curcuma felt that he did not actually belong to this era. His handsome face and the vicissitudes of loneliness were more like And those sculptures exist for an era.
He motioned for Wei Zeshu to sit down as well, and the principal and the freshmen just pulled up two chairs and sat here casually, and started chatting.
"Do you know about Soul Overflow Syndrome?"
When Wei Zeshu stared at the principal's handsome face, thinking about how to use sincere words to build a good relationship between himself and the principal, ah, and then gradually narrowed the relationship between teachers and students. When the topic of soul overflow syndrome came up, Zhenjun said the first sentence directly when he sat down. There was no nonsense that was foreshadowed in the past, but it made Wei Curcuma a little choked.
"I... don't understand at all."
Wei Zeshu organized his words, hesitated to speak, and finally admitted his ignorance cleanly and hung his head in frustration.
"The principle is very simple, but you need to understand the concept of soul pressure first."
Zhenjun thought for a moment and organized the words in the shortest possible way.
"Soul pressure will be explained in detail in your first class. To put it simply, this thing is the foundation of everything."
"The foundation of your soul, the foundation of extraordinary living, the foundation of all laws, the foundation of all extraordinary powers."
"Whether it is the weakest baby, an old man, or an unimaginably powerful first-class magical power user, or even the wind."
Zhenjun stretched out his finger and gently tapped Wei Curcuma's eyebrows, as if his soul resided there.
"They all have soul pressure."
"It's pure energy, coming from the soul."
"It can also be said that soul pressure is a measure of the strength of an existing soul."
True Lord Xuanyuan looked at Wei Curcuma.
"And soul overflow syndrome is the one with the most powerful soul and the most powerful soul pressure among all people."
"And you are the most powerful individual among all the soul-expelling patients in history."
