บท 1637: Isang Pag-usad sa Soul Cultivation

A moment later, he arrived before an imposing building.

There was a plaque at the entrance of the building with three massive words gleaming on it⁠—Jiang Clan Repository!

This should be it, Zhang Xuan thought.

While he had often snuck around to collect books in the past, ever since he became the head of the Hongyuan Master Teacher Academy, he had resolved himself to stop doing so.

However, since the Jiang Clan had already chosen to betray mankind, there was no need to uphold principles and values toward them.

Zhang Xuan walked up to the gates and tapped them lightly, opening a small passageway in the formation protecting the building. Without any hesitation, he walked in.

After mastering the 4-dan Heavenly Art of Dimension Unravel, most seals and formations had become nothing more than ornaments to him.