After millions of years in the library, I became an Immortal Emperor.

"Okay, let's come again at the same time tomorrow."

Lin Fan said with a smile, and then looked at Qin Ming beside him.

"All skills in the world can lead to enlightenment, without distinction of superiority or inferiority. Who says that learning the zither is a lowly skill? A single zither piece can also evoke the glorious chapters of humanity's golden age."

"Skills are divided among people, and so are principles."

The night was cold and frosty, but those simple words opened a new door in the hearts of the two young people.

No one had ever said such a thing to them.

No one would have ever told them these things before.

"The Way should not be taken lightly; remember these words."

Lin Fan said, stretched, picked up a book, and walked towards the ninth-floor attic. The two stared blankly at his back, looking dazed.

for a long time

The two walked out of the courtyard, closed the gate, and headed into the frost and snow.

"Brother, shall we come again tomorrow?"

"Would you like to come?"

"think."

"Then we'll come again tomorrow."

……

No one could have imagined that in this icy and snowy land, the fates of a boy and a little girl would undergo earth-shattering changes.

In the library, Lin Fan opened the two books that the boy had once opened.

Thunder Spirit Technique, Thunder Sword Manual

He had already read these two books, but he hadn't studied them in depth. He had only glanced at them. They were written by a cultivator at the Core Formation stage and weren't of much use.

Since it's useless, then create a thunder magic.

"Thunder, Sword".

After about half a day, Lin Fan closed the book and pondered.

Then he looked towards the distant horizon, and a vast sea of ​​lightning appeared in his pupils.

"Opportunity to comprehend the essence of thunder, use it."

Most cultivators in the world comprehend the Dao of Thunder by observing the thunder in the world and grasping a trace of the true meaning of thunder. Lin Fan, however, directly immersed himself in the origin of thunder to comprehend it.

A world where only thunder exists, where the Great Dao is singular, and every inch of void is composed of thunder. This is the origin of thunder, the ultimate place of all worlds.

Lin Fan's consciousness appeared here.

The system did not directly instill the insights into thunder into his mind, but instead placed Lin Fan in the place of origin to comprehend them on his own. And Lin Fan's talent... was unparalleled throughout the ages.

The Prince of Zhennan had three sons. He was the youngest, yet he was honored as the heir apparent. Even after the Prince of Zhennan was destroyed, various forces continued to monitor him for several years.

It is because of this talent.

This is because the Prince of Zhennan's mansion concealed most of his talent.

After the system awakened, his talent was enhanced once again. The system's evaluation of him was "unparalleled throughout the ages," and his talent continued to increase as his cultivation improved.

He is a host who does not need the system to impart insights.

Forcing knowledge is not as effective as learning through personal experience.

The night was silent. When the first rays of dawn fell on Lin Fan, he opened his eyes, and a flash of lightning disappeared before his eyes.

Even without the cultivation instilled by the system, Lin Fan's cultivation level naturally broke through.

Fifth level of the Celestial Realm!

"There is also the way of the sword, the way of the zither, and the way of thunder will be integrated with the way of the sword."

Lin Fan said with a smile, and then took out two more books from the attic: one was "Thunder Sword Manual" and the other was "Wind and Moon Qin Manual".

Two very ordinary books.

Outside the library, someone took notes of Lin Fan's day as if checking in, and then left.

"In the morning, I was reading two books written by low-level cultivators. I haven't actually practiced them yet, and my cultivation level is still only at the first level of Body Refinement. I suggest you stop paying attention to them."

He didn't understand why he had to monitor a "useless" person here.

Every day he makes suggestions, but the response is always the same four words: "Continue to monitor." There used to be many people outside this library, but now he is the only one left.

He also changed from checking in once a day to once a month, since it was the same every day anyway, so he could just copy and paste.

"I'm not going to stay here and watch him for the rest of my life, am I? Maybe I'll be free once he dies."

He had this idea more than once, but ultimately never dared to put it into action.

Although he is a "useless person," he is still the heir of the Prince of Zhennan's mansion. He may be ignored, but he must not die.

However, he won't be coming anymore. The people above no longer care about Lin Fan and have probably forgotten about his existence. Who would want to pay attention to the same information every day?

The Tang Dynasty has many other geniuses; it's not worth wasting our energy here.

"sword!"

At some point, Lin Fan suddenly stretched out a finger and slashed through the air. The space in front of him seemed to tear apart like paper, and the wind and snow in the sky stopped at that moment.

Of all the great paths, Lin Fan loves the sword the most.

The system seemed to know what Lin Fan was thinking, and gave Lin Fan many opportunities to observe the origin of swordsmanship. Lin Fan's swordsmanship had already reached an unbelievable level.

As for just how strong it is, only the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty could probably find out.

"It doesn't seem too difficult to incorporate lightning into swordsmanship."

Lin Fan said with a smile.

No one ever taught Lin Fan how to use a sword; his swordsmanship was entirely at his own discretion.

Just like now, he felt that his swordsmanship was lacking something, and incorporating lightning could make up for this deficiency, so he incorporated lightning into his swordsmanship.

"It doesn't seem quite perfect yet. What if we incorporated ice and snow as well..."

Lin Fan looked at the swirling snow and then shook his head and smiled.

Not urgent.

He now wants to study the art of playing the zither.

He found a zither in the library. Although it was old, it was still playable. With a zither score and the zither, Lin Fan began to play amidst the swirling snow.

He didn't know anything about the zither; he had only heard of it, and this was his first time trying it.

But if the little guy wants to learn, then he'll learn too.

The music gradually gained feeling from its initial awkwardness, then entered the realm of the music, and finally the ice and snow of the entire world seemed to dance with the music.

The sound of the zither enters the Dao, resonating with heaven and earth.

That's enough.

As the music faded, Lin Fan picked up a cup of hot tea, took a sip, exhaled, returned to the ninth-floor library, took out a few pages of paper, and began to write.

Lin Fan wrote one page on the Way of Thunder Sword and one page on the Way of the Qin.

The two pages together represent two inheritances.

"I hope the two little ones can read..."

He hadn't even asked the two little ones their names or backgrounds yet, but he felt that their origins shouldn't be bad either. Lin Fan shook his head slightly.

Lin Fan taught the two little ones something, not knowing what his casual act would change, but he just happened to be interested and did it.

The oppression of foreign races weakens the human race. If someone can shoulder this burden, their life should be more peaceful. This is probably the reason.

He just didn't want to be disturbed.

Having thought it through, Lin Fan smiled slightly.

I continued reading.

Time always slips away unnoticed. When Lin Fan looked up at the outside of the library again, it was already dark. The snow was falling heavier and heavier, and two people, one big and one small, were getting more and more solid outside the library.

The two supported each other, shivering in the icy wind and snow, but when they looked up at the library in the distance, their faces showed determination.

"This is his test."

Qin Ming said.

His small figure seemed unable to lift himself up after each step, yet his steps never stopped; this was the perseverance of a young boy.

Perhaps it's to become stronger, or perhaps it's for something else.