My Scales Can Make Equivalent Exchange
Chapter 1168 - 843

Chapter 1168: 843

"Wait, information, yes, information!"

Suddenly, Wang Zijia’s eyes lit up, and he instantly found a direction.

"Though there’s little I can do, I can look into why Shen Hong was annihilated. When I return, I can be preemptive!"

"This place is the Taiching Palace, shouldn’t there be some information here?"

"The only thing I pray for is that the Taiching Palace hasn’t stored everything in the Great Array database and that there are some paper documents left."

At this thought, Wang Zijia couldn’t help but think of the disciples at the Taiching Palace Task Department, shuffling virtual screens back and forth as they took on tasks.

"No, there should be file backups!"

"After all, isn’t the Scripture Pavilion the best example? The Task Department is set up like that just for convenience!"

Wang Zijia reassured himself for a moment, then decisively rose into the air, discerned the direction, and flew straight toward the Central Palace Group.

...

According to his memory, he travelled toward the center of the Continent of Taiching at a leisurely pace.

Along the way, he passed numerous former palace areas, without exception, all had become silent ruins.

Wang Zijia walked among them, his divine thought and flesh and blood avatars spreading out, countless versions of him began searching the land.

However, besides some operatic scripts and letter papers, there was nothing else.

Anything involving the extraordinary was ruined, the Spiritual Objects, spiritual plants, and inheritance classics were all the same.

As he walked and stopped, when Wang Zijia passed the Fire Spirit Pavilion,

He found the center of the Fire Spirit Pavilion, the eternal Flame Mountain, had turned into a wasteland, and the Flame Palace on the central mountain range was also ruined and abandoned.

In the search process, Wang Zijia found a desiccated skeleton in the palaces.

This skeleton was no different from other skeletons, devoid of any spirit mechanism, it would crumble at the slightest touch—the only difference was that there was a Black Iron Ring lying next to it.

Seeing this object, Wang Zijia paused.

Then his eyes flashed with a sharp light!

However, when Wang Zijia picked up what was suspected to be the legendary Spirit treasure of the Taiching Palace, the Qiankun Ring, he was disappointed again.

It was just an iron ring!

After observing the iron ring for a long time, Wang Zijia could almost confirm that this was indeed the former Qiankun Ring.

And he completely confirmed that even the Spirit treasure had now become complete junk, without a trace of spirit mechanism, and even its texture was no longer hard.

Disappointed, he threw it away, and facing the dry bones, he said, "Fire Spirit Fellow Daoist, I never imagined we would meet this way."

That’s right, this skeleton was likely the Pavilion Master of the Fire Spirit Pavilion, the Fire Spirit Ancestor Li Huowen, a Profound Immortal of the Taiching Palace, who had the most contact with Wang Zijia.

But it seemed normal, after all, even Yao Wenxuan, who had external support and a protagonist’s fate, who gathered the Tao Fruit and achieved the rank of Three Lives Immortal Lord, ended up as dry bones in a tomb, let alone others?

Collecting his mind, Wang Zijia thoroughly searched the ruins of the Fire Spirit Pavilion, also with no significant findings.

Nevertheless, as the search continued, Wang Zijia’s mood grew heavier.

Because although he found many paper items, mostly operatic scripts, he found no top-secret files from the Information Library!

This was normal, given the advanced level of the Array Dao of the Taiching Palace; confidential information, if not entirely stored in the Protecting Sect Array database, was likely stored in some spatial treasure.

With the collapse of the extraordinary, different spaces and spatial utensils naturally also collapsed and broke down, leading to the loss of their contents...

Thus, finding useful information, especially related to the apocalypse, was not an easy task!

After all, judging from the abruptness of this apocalypse as seen in his cross-time experience!

It could even be said it happened unexpectedly, catching everyone off guard, suddenly terminated.

...

With this mood, Wang Zijia walked and stopped, taking several days before finally arriving at the Core Area.

Originally, because of the high concentration of spiritual power, the spiritual energy was vaporized, causing this area to be shrouded in fog all year round, with palaces hidden in the mist, ethereal like the legendary sky columns of the Immortal Palace.

Now, all the fog had completely dissipated, leaving only a ground full of white jade palace ruins!

Many palaces, due to the loss of the special array power support, had collapsed, and the entire Core Area was no different from other areas, just a ground of ruins.

Wang Zijia’s entire body pulsated again, tens of thousands of Wang Zijias scattering, conducting a carpet-like search of the whole area.

As the search continued, Wang Zijia found, without exception, there were no spiritual items left here, only a bunch of junk made of broken metal.

Combined with these scripts, had Wang Zijia not personally experienced the cultivation era, just seeing these scripts and relics, he would have thought, like in his previous life, that the Xianxia era was entirely fabricated!

In the midst of searching, Wang Zijia’s principal form headed straight to the core place, the entrance to the Scripture Pavilion!

But, when Wang Zijia arrived at the Scripture Pavilion area, the previously bad premonition turned true!

The original Taiching Palace’s Scripture Pavilion used a world-class spatial treasure as a storage room, a very upscale place.

But now, due to the dispersion of the extraordinary, the Mini Worlds shattered, causing spatial collapse, the entire Scripture Pavilion had directly disappeared.

Instead of finding the Scripture Pavilion and possibly existing paper records of secrets, entering was impossible.

Because all that was left was a space filled with ruin.

The former area of the Scripture Pavilion had turned into a place of floating debris, much like cosmic junk.