A few days later.0

Li Yuan’s special standing—his close ties to the high ranking members of the Holy Tree Temple, as well as his years of service—unlocked new privileges for him. He was granted access to the temple’s information repository.0

Though not the most closely guarded secrets, these archives were still restricted to a select few. Even Yan Mu, an inner disciple, couldn’t simply walk in, nor could an imperial consort like Cui Huayin. But Li Yuan had permission to enter this lofty structure woven of living vines.0

Suspended in midair, these vine-braided pavilions seemed straight out of a fairy tale—with gnarled roots thicker than an elephant’s leg coiling around the base; half-hanging aerial roots draping from above; and a tangle of vine-shrouded rooms suspended a hundred meters high, all framed by the sky itself.0

There were no stairs. Anyone qualified to reach the upper floors would have no trouble simply leaping or flying up. Li Yuan floated into one of the wooden lofts.0

This was the other reason he had stayed at the Holy Tree Temple.0

In this world, what was...0