In the dim space, countless books drifted and surged, gathering in a certain pattern to form an unimaginably magnificent and towering "great mountain."
Li Wangyi stood at the "foot of the mountain," looking up at it and feeling himself exceptionally small.
And remarkably superficial. The more than ten thousand volumes of books he had read were merely a few pebbles among this "Book Mountain," completely unworthy of mention.
Chapter 371