In the depths of consciousness, in front of the Great Dao Book Pavilion forged like white jade, Jeming's consciousness sat cross-legged.
Surrounding him was endless emptiness, with only the pavilion emanating a gentle glow, illuminating this small piece of the world.
Suspended before Jeming was a book-like document, precisely what he had just extracted from the deeper recesses of the pavilion regarding the bottlenecks and limitations of enlightenment in cultivation.
He had seen plenty of such classics in the pavilion and read many of them.
Now it was time to reorganize them to confirm there were no errors.
Opening the book-like document, Jeming's gaze fell on the first line of text.
