Accompanied with an offset feeling brought by the change in space, Zhong Buwen stepped into the blessed land of Mount Lang Huan.
Like what he had seen from the outside, the blessed land in front was fully a world made of books, in which innumerable book imps held books and busily moved among the bookshelves.
Sky-bridge-like paths interwove among the colossal bookshelves, stretching endlessly such that he could not see the ends.
Within these shelves were commonplace discussions and recipe books from ordinary people, as well as priceless cultivation techniques and Buddhist-Taoist scriptures.
Rather than a blessed land, it was more akin to a massive library.
Although Zhong Buwen had read related books about the blessed land of Mount Lang Huan amidst the records of the Imperial Astronomical Bureau, it was his first genuine touch with such a place.