From the crack in the door, beams of bright light came out.

"Let's go."

Xia Xiu walked straight in, and Hui Feng followed with hope.

As the metal door slowly opened, a burst of stale air rushed in, carrying the smell of paper and metal.

Xia Xiu walked into a strange library.

This library is different from any traditional concept. Its walls are made of cold and hard metal, and the surface is densely carved with a series of complex hieroglyphics and elegant curved symbols. These symbols and words are mixed with ancient totems.

And modern geometric shapes, their arrangement is both orderly and random, which makes people think of the recording method of some ancient civilization.

On these metal pages, you can also find some newly added symbols. Their style is slightly different, perhaps more simple or more delicate, suggesting that this library has gone through many additions and updates. Some of them have been erased by time.

The edges and corners have been removed, and some still retain the sharpness of cutting.

The bookshelves in the library are empty, and some shelves have been completely dismantled, leaving only bare metal frames.

Under these empty shelves, there are some dusty boxes piled up. They are stacked haphazardly, as if they have lost their original guardians at a certain moment. The surfaces of these boxes are covered with the dust of the years, as if they have been affected by strong

Earthquakes shake people down from high places. Perhaps they once stored valuable knowledge and information, but now they can only silently tell of their past glory.

In some corners of the library, you can occasionally see a few pillars. These pillars are tall and sturdy, with larger symbols or words carved on them. Every stroke and every stroke is extremely fine. These pillars seem to be a library.

The index, the inscriptions on it indicate the types and subcategories of various books, which may have guided seekers to find the wisdom they need in the endless ocean of knowledge.

Xia Xiu's eyes wandered in this space, and he came to a corner where an ancient box was placed.

The appearance of the box, like the surrounding environment, has a unique steam style: a combination of steel and copper alloy, decorated with delicate gear textures and spiral steam pipe reliefs. Despite the passage of time, this box still maintains the solidity when it was made.

It is smooth and clean, as if waiting for someone to arrive.

The box is locked with a delicate hook-shaped fastener, which does not pose any problem to Xia Xiu.

His fingers manipulated the fasteners dexterously, and the mechanical devices seemed to come to life under his hands, making a series of satisfying clicks and obediently unlocking them.

He gently lifted the lid of the box, and after letting out a low sigh, the hinges returned to silence.

A book was placed quietly inside, with the following title written in Terra Common on the surface of the book.
Chapter completed!