This was a huge hall, vast and grand. Upon stepping in, one would feel a sense of mind-clearing openness, making it particularly conducive to learning.
Above the main entrance of the hall were three strikingly large black ancient characters—Book Collection Room.
Darn, I finally gathered energy fruits for a month, only to use them all here."
An elderly Mutated Being with numerous branches growing from his head was grumbling as he walked out, his expression sullen, he seemed very unwilling.
"I'm even unluckier than you, I've been here three times and haven't been able to compile the Secret Arts successfully. It's said that if you want to compile successfully, you still have to use energy fruits to buy the opportunity, why don't these money-grubbing bastards go to hell?"
This was a man dressed like a monk, about fifty years old, with a robust figure.
"Hush! Keep your voice down, if someone hears you, you'll be in trouble!"
