The underground library stretched beyond comprehension, its massive shelves disappearing into an abyss of darkness above. Ancient scrolls filled every level, their edges worn and yellowed with age. The air hung thick with dust and the metallic scent of preserved paper.
Li Shen's eyes struggled to penetrate the gloom. Each row of shelves seemed to blend into the next, creating an endless maze of knowledge and secrets. The darkness felt alive, pulsing with the same strange energy that powered the cultivation arrays in the previous chamber.
Shi Ming raised his arm in a casual gesture. A single candle flickered to life in the distance, its weak flame barely visible through the forest of shelves. The sudden light cast long shadows that danced across the floor, transforming the library into something more sinister.
