Chapter 7: The Exquisite Hongjun Pagoda

Jun Xie gasped in pain, gritting his teeth tightly, his lips already stained with blood, his eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets, yet he resolutely held back, refusing to let even the slightest sound escape his lips

"The Art of Creation!" The gentleman murmured to himself, a glimmer of brilliance flashing in his eyes, and his fists involuntarily clenched tightly

Jun Xie walked inside; it was empty, with only a mist resembling substance swirling about. Suddenly, the mist began to roll, slowly revealing two lines of large characters: "Linglong Nine-Tiered Pagoda, the First Skill of All Time"

It is unclear how much time has passed, but a sudden cold wind blew by, and Jun Xie suddenly felt a chill.

Jun Xie looked around and suddenly realized that he had arrived in front of the Tower Gate without knowing when. Above his head, three faintly visible ancient characters read: Hongjun Tower

Opening my eyes, I realized I was still lying on that damp and cold patch of ground, yet a clear cultivation technique emerged in my mind, accompanied by a human anatomy diagram, ... as well as various human movements ...

Xuanxuan Continent, what on earth is this place... Golden Xuan, Silver Xuan, Earth Xuan, Heavenly Xuan... Xuan Qi... I curse you! Why is it not internal martial arts power?

From the perspective of the eyes, it seems as if the entire world is in a violent spin, even the hazy night seems to transform into a frenzied, swirling mist... Suddenly, the whole world m.hetushu.com.com becomes so illusory and unreal

Jun Xie clearly felt that within his consciousness, he could vividly "see" a beautifully shaped small pagoda adorned with colorful flowing lights, suspended above the sea of his awareness. It was slowly rotating, and Jun Xie distinctly sensed that with each rotation of the small pagoda, the qi and blood in his body flowed in a clockwise direction, repeating endlessly in a continuous cycle

The only constants may be the ancient and unchanging sun and moon, along with the gentle mist of the night, which can provide Jun Xie with a faint sense of familiarity of being in the homeland of Huaxia

The body had long since become numb, the limbs had long since been paralyzed, and consciousness was slowly beginning to blur. Only Jun Xie’s pair of eyes had turned blood red, staring fixedly at the sky, at the ground, at this unfamiliar world, without a moment's distraction

What is going on? Jun Xie looked at the small tower with suspicion; this object was truly beyond the realm of common sense, leaving Jun Xie, a staunch atheist, in a state of genuine bewilderment.

Waking up in the body of Jun Mo Xie, inheriting this ownerless flesh, could be described as a form of crossing over or soul attachment. Jun Xie is merely Jun Xie, but after this painful experience, I have truly and completely merged with this body. Jun Xie has also genuinely become Jun Mo Xie, the true master of this flesh.

However, the servant was not very concerned; compared to the young master's previous behavior, he has improved significantly now

In the following days, Jun Xie still did not go out. Every morning, he would head straight to the library and stay there for the entire day. Without exception, every book he browsed through would be moved over by Old Master Jun as usual. He would analyze them once more, followed by shaking his head, nodding, sighing, exhaling, feeling perplexed, and then surprised. It turned out that his expressions were still far from exhausted.

Jun Xie let out a groan, burying his head between his legs, tightly holding the back of his head with both hands, painfully contemplating: Why? Why am I not in some era of ancient China? If that were the case, how many advantageous resources could I utilize? Even if I do not actively change the course of history, I could still use this prophetic ability to navigate through significant historical events and seek good fortune while avoiding misfortune

If it were not for the clear and explicit records in black and white, Jun Xie would almost believe that he had traveled back to ancient Chinese society, it was so similar! The same skin tone, the same accent, a comparable culture, and clothing reminiscent of the most prosperous Tang and Song dynasties in China

Each rotation must bring you and the books a pain akin to the torment of being reborn in the eighteen layers of hell

Arriving alone in this world, all the pain should be borne by oneself! In this unfamiliar place, I cannot rely on anyone! Nor will I rely on anyone!

On this night, Jun Xie once again sat beneath a flowering tree, enjoying the thick darkness that obscured everything, and suddenly a feeling of safety arose within him. Yes, it was safety! For Jun Xie, who had once dominated the world as the King of Assassins, the safest time was the pitch-black night! Only in the night could Jun Xie find the best and most reliable companion from his past life.

As the white mist rolled with increasing urgency, a vague incantation suddenly appeared in Jun Xie's consciousness. Just as he was taken aback, countless characters and symbols began to spin violently before his eyes, and then, like a forceful stuffing, they were abruptly thrust into his awareness, akin to a speeding train crashing into a small thatched cottage. Moreover, once it crashed in, there was no further movement... Then, like a forceful stuffing, they were abruptly thrust into his awareness, akin to a speeding train crashing into a small thatched cottage. Moreover, once it crashed in, there was no further movement...

Gazing at the starry sky, Jun Xie suddenly had a subtle feeling that he was dreaming. Over the past few days, he had roughly gone through a large number of books related to this world, gaining some understanding of the situation on this continent to varying degrees. However, the more he learned, the more confused Jun Xie became.

Suddenly, at that very moment, due to the extreme agitation of Jun Xie and the emotions surrounding the book, he felt a sudden and intense headache. Even with Jun Xie's unimaginable endurance, he could no longer bear it and let out a muffled groan. A wave of dizziness washed over him, and then he suddenly felt the world spinning around him

In a state of hazy contemplation, Jun Xie seemed to perceive a distant glimmer suddenly emerging in his mind. The light appeared far away, yet it was gradually drawing closer, becoming increasingly near, brighter, larger, and clearer. Ultimately, it transformed into a resplendent, multicolored pagoda, continuously rotating in his mind, with each rotation casting forth a faint, sacred white light.

On an early autumn night, it was indeed somewhat cold. Jun Xie thought to himself, suddenly waking up: I feel cold, which means I have sensations; haven't I already... Suddenly standing up, he realized that his body was drenched in cold sweat, having soaked his clothes several times, feeling very uncomfortable and damp all over

Unsure if I could take a closer look, Jun Xie suddenly noticed that the small tower seemed to be gradually enlarging. Immediately, the first layer's main gate at the bottom swung open, and a dense white mist surged forth. In an instant, Jun Xie's entire consciousness was enveloped by this white mist, which was so thick it almost felt tangible. Taking a deep breath, Jun Xie suddenly felt a sense of comfort throughout his body, an indescribable feeling of ease... even his soul experienced a joyful urge to sing, a comforting sensation... In that moment, Jun Xie's entire consciousness was enveloped by this white mist, which was so thick it almost felt tangible. Taking a deep breath, Jun Xie suddenly felt a sense of comfort throughout his body, an indescribable feeling of ease... even his soul experienced a joyful urge to sing, a comforting sensation...

Moreover, the servants of the Jun family discovered that this young master had developed another peculiar hobby: during the day, he would burrow into the library and not come out, but at night, he particularly enjoyed sitting in the courtyard... wherever it was the darkest and devoid of light, he would sit there... truly... sinister

Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill! With my killing technique, I will carve a bloody path, breaking through the heavens, breaking through the earth! Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!

In an instant, Jun Xie felt dizzy and disoriented, as if his head were about to explode, and he fell to the ground.

Jun Xie’s expression was as cold and hard as stone, with the muscles at his jaw painfully bulging into a ridge, evoking an impulse to point at the sky and curse loudly

Suddenly, it felt as if there was a strange sense of rebirth.

No longer able to care for the chaos surrounding him, Jun Xie’s first action was to sit cross-legged, close his eyes, and immerse his consciousness into the sea of thought, carefully contemplating something. He had already realized that the immense pain he had previously experienced was entirely the doing of the small tower that had merged with his body. Therefore, Jun Xie concluded that this small tower must possess some extraordinary qualities. If it were merely a simple fusion with the physical body, such intense suffering would not have occurred; there must be more peculiarities involved. This small tower had almost become the sole support of Jun Xie’s existence. Unless he understood this matter clearly, it was likely that he would never be at peace.