The moment Hu Yuan's firm footsteps stepped into Gujin Pavilion, an invisible pressure seemed to wash over him, causing a thin layer of sweat to naturally bead on his palms. The surrounding bookshelves stood like towering mountains reaching into the clouds, exuding an ancient aura steeped in the passage of time. The tadpole-like scripts engraved on the sandalwood book cases flickered with a mysterious, dim light like stars in a night sky, and every ancient tome seemed endowed with life, as if a pair of invisible eyes were quietly gazing at him from the shadows, appraising his intentions.
The air floated with the subtle yet enchanting fragrance of agarwood, drifting in wisps like soft gauze curtains and blending seamlessly with the permeating spiritual qi. This unique aura engaged in a subtle resonance with the two Yinyang Tokens resting against his chest, like a tacit, low whisper between old friends. This resonance made his heart flutter simultaneously with the excitement of an explorer about to unlock a treasure trove and the unease of a warrior about to step onto an unknown battlefield.
In the vast hall, aside from the books lining the perimeter, only a crystal sarcophagus in the center caught the eye. It resembled a frozen river of stars, emanating a dreamlike radiance. A soft glow slowly spread from the base of the coffin like a flowing galaxy, casting the shadows of the Twenty-Eight Mansions onto the floor, as if heavenly constellations had descended to the mortal rea…
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