I am in Yellow Maple Valley, and I have a demonic beast clone!

Inside the Tianyuan Pagoda.

With a flash of light, Zhou Jin had already stepped into the tower.

In that instant, he felt as if he had passed through an invisible barrier and entered a completely new world.

Behind them was a slowly closing golden passage, and in front of them was a vast space.

It was much bigger than he had imagined.

From the outside, the pagoda has three stories, but it only occupies a few dozen feet in size.

But once you step inside, you'll discover that it's a hidden world, a world of its own.

The feeling is like suddenly entering a vast and boundless world through a narrow entrance, creating a strong visual impact and psychological shock.

This is a huge palace.

The palace was dozens of feet high, with a dome shaped like an arc, inlaid with countless fist-sized jewels that emitted a soft light, illuminating the entire space as if it were daytime.

The luminous pearls were arranged in a mysterious pattern, with faint starlight flowing around them, as if they were a miniature starry sky.

Zhou Jin counted them; there were no fewer than a hundred jewels on the dome alone.

Each one of them is worth a fortune.

The ground was covered with an unknown blue jade stone, so shiny that it could reflect one's image clearly.

Zhou Jin looked down and saw his face clearly reflected in the jade, as if he were standing in front of a giant mirror.

The jade was covered with intricate patterns, which crisscrossed and faintly formed a huge array, emitting a faint spiritual light.

He could sense that those patterns contained a certain power, which remained intact despite being dormant for countless years.

Around the palace stood eighteen enormous stone pillars, each as thick as two people could hug and over ten feet tall.

The stone pillars are carved with exquisite patterns, including immortals riding the clouds, ferocious beasts, magnificent palaces, and vast and magnificent landscapes.

Each image is so lifelike, as if telling an ancient story.

Zhou Jin approached a stone pillar and gently touched the carvings, feeling the textured surface between his fingertips.

It looked as if it had been carved by an unknown craftsman, stroke by stroke, countless years ago.

Deep within the palace, several tightly closed doors could be vaguely seen, leading to higher levels.

The portals were a pale gold color, matching the tower's color, and were also covered with runes.

Zhou Jin knew that behind those doors were the second and third floors.

He stood at the entrance, his gaze sweeping over the magnificent palace, a profound and indescribable awe welling up within him.

This is the place where the Tianyuan Sect has been passed down.

The Heavenly Origin Sect Master, who was at the Nascent Soul stage, created this small world, but ultimately perished here.

He hid all his life's learning and collection in this pagoda, waiting for the right person to come along.

And I am clearly the one destined for this.

Zhou Jin took a deep breath and felt the rich spiritual energy permeating the air.

The spiritual energy here is several times denser than outside. With each breath, you can feel that spiritual energy flowing through your body, nourishing your meridians and flesh.

He even had the illusion that one day of cultivation here was equivalent to ten days outside.

He was about to take a step forward when his gaze suddenly sharpened.

Not far from the entrance, near the left-hand stone pillar, he discovered a corpse.

It was a skeleton sitting cross-legged, leaning against a stone pillar, as if it had been meditating and regulating its breathing in life.

The skeleton had completely weathered into a grayish-white color, but it still maintained the posture it had in life, with its hands hanging down on its knees and its head slightly lowered.

Judging from the posture, the person died peacefully, without struggling or suffering, as if he were simply asleep.

Zhou Jin felt a chill run down his spine and slowly stepped forward.

He approached cautiously, his footsteps so light they were almost silent.

His eyes were fixed on the corpse, and his mind was on high alert, ready to deal with any potential dangers at any time.

In such a place, any carelessness could have fatal consequences.

But nothing happened.

The corpse sat there quietly, motionless, like a statue.

The surrounding air was still, and there was nothing unusual.

Zhou Jin approached the corpse and examined it carefully.

Although the Taoist robe on the corpse had faded and its original color was no longer visible, it was still intact and faintly glowed with spiritual light, clearly indicating that it was not an ordinary item.

The Taoist robe was smooth and soft, made of some unknown material, and had not rotted despite the passage of countless years.

A dusty gray storage bag hung from his waist; it looked ordinary, just like any other ordinary storage bag.

But Zhou Jin knew that this storage bag must be extraordinary to have survived until now.

He hesitated for a moment, then reached out, wanting to touch the Taoist robe.

The moment the fingers touched—

"call--"

The corpse instantly turned into a cloud of ashes, which scattered into the air.

Zhou Jin's hand stopped in mid-air, watching the wisp of ash slowly fall and eventually spread into a thin layer on the ground.

Those grayish-white powders were the last traces of a monk.

No matter how glorious one's life may be, after death one is nothing more than a handful of dust.

He only had time to pick up the Taoist robe and the storage bag.

The Taoist robe I received was soft and smooth; I wondered what material it was made of.

Despite the passage of countless years, it remains resilient and intact, with a faint glow emanating from it.

Zhou Jin gently tugged at the robe and found that it was extremely strong. With the strength of his body at the fifth level of Qi Refining, it could not be damaged in the slightest.

He tried to tear it with force, but the Taoist robe didn't budge. He then tried to slash it with a dagger, but it didn't leave a single mark.

This is an extraordinary treasure.

Zhou Jin understood.

This Taoist robe is very likely a defensive magic weapon, but it is unknown how to use it.

Even if it's unusable, its material alone makes it quite valuable.

He carefully folded the Taoist robe and put it into his storage bag.

Then he picked up the storage bag and probed it with his divine sense.

He was stunned by this discovery.

The storage bag had an enormous interior space, measuring several tens of feet square, larger than any storage bag he had ever seen.

An ordinary storage bag has an internal space of only about ten feet square.

Even the better ones are only a few feet high.

This storage bag was several tens of feet square, almost like a small warehouse.

It was filled with all sorts of items, a dazzling array that made one's head spin.

A large number of spirit stones were piled up into a small mountain.

There are probably thousands of mid-grade spirit stones alone.

There are also nearly ten high-grade spirit stones, radiating rich spiritual energy, each one priceless.

Zhou Jin roughly estimated that these spirit stones alone were worth hundreds of thousands of low-grade spirit stones.

Several antique treasures exude an ancient and rustic aura.

There were knives and swords, seals and banners, all in different shapes and exuding a powerful spiritual aura.

Ancient treasures are magical artifacts from ancient times, whose power far surpasses that of ordinary magical artifacts today.

Each of these ancient treasures is worthy of being a treasure of the sect.

There were also a large number of talismans, neatly stacked, at least a hundred of them.

Each one exuded a powerful spiritual pressure, clearly indicating that they were not ordinary items.

Zhou Jin scanned the talismans with his divine sense and found that there were many kinds of talismans, including attack talismans, defense talismans, auxiliary talismans, and special talismans that he had never seen before.

Zhou Jin's heart began to race.

If he wasn't mistaken, the identity of this corpse was very likely that of the Nascent Soul cultivator from the Heavenly Talisman Sect!

In the original story, the ancient cultivator from the Heavenly Talisman Sect perished because he forcibly broke into the Heavenly Origin Pagoda.

Unexpectedly, he actually barged in.

But for some unknown reason, it ultimately perished here.

Zhou Jin took a deep breath and took out a jade slip from his storage bag.

It was a pale blue jade slip, warm to the touch, with a faint glow of spiritual light.

The jade slip has a very special texture. It is not like ordinary jade. Instead, it has a warm and smooth feel, yet it is incredibly tough.

On the front of the jade slip are four ancient and simple characters—

The Secret Manual of Celestial Symbols!

Those four characters are written with vigorous strokes and a majestic style, clearly the work of a master calligrapher.

Zhou Jinxin was shocked.

Sure enough it was him!

He suppressed his excitement and probed the jade slip with his divine sense.

In his mind's eye, lines of ancient characters slowly emerged.

The opening section provides a detailed introduction: This is the core inheritance jade slip of the Heavenly Talisman Sect, which must not be lightly passed on to anyone other than the sect leader or a candidate for the next sect leader.

The jade slip contains many secret advanced talisman-making methods of the Heavenly Talisman Sect, as well as a complete talisman-making inheritance from beginner to expert.

Zhou Jin continued reading, becoming increasingly alarmed and excited with each word.

The contents of this "Heavenly Talisman Secret Manual" are so comprehensive that it can be called an encyclopedia of the Way of Talismans!

It contains "An Introduction to the Way of Talismans," which starts with the most basic principles of talismans and explains in detail the composition of talismanic characters, the selection of talismanic paper, the preparation of talismanic ink, and the steps of talisman making, allowing even someone who knows nothing about talismans to get started.

After reading a few pages, Zhou Jin suddenly understood many things that he hadn't understood before.

There is a book called "Essentials of Talisman Insights", which records the insights and experience summaries of talisman-making by masters of the Tianfu Sect throughout the ages.

How to improve the success rate, how to avoid failure, and how to deal with various unexpected situations.