Even the entanglement and argumentation of many practices and Taoisms, most of the words here are extremely obscure.

But Zhang Jiuling still read on with his teeth.

He suddenly remembered a movie he had watched. After the extinction of humans, there was only one human left on the earth, but after experiencing infinite material enjoyment, this human was chosen to commit suicide.

Once people leave human society, they will collapse, not to mention that this place is not as free as the end of the world.

His environment here is worse than the doomsday.

"There are 110,000 volumes."

"There are still hundreds of thousands of volumes."

After reading it, Zhang Jiuling kept memorizing numbers.

The purpose of climbing Taibai Mountain to become a disciple is too far.

In order to prevent himself from seeing the hope of achieving his goals, Zhang Jiuling had to classify himself the so-called goal. He divided the books into many parts, 120,000 volumes, and he divided them into history, various schools of thought, ancient gods and monsters, gods and ghosts, and other categories.

Then divide these into volumes, and then divide the document into volumes, setting small goals.

Time flies very quickly.

Three months.

Half a year.

One year.

Two years.

...

Zhang Jiuling really felt the passage of time, and this feeling of passing in loneliness itself was slowed down.

"I want to hurry up."

Zhang Jiuling was really not sure whether this was an illusion or it was real.

Is it the speed of thinking in thinking, or the slowing time his body is circulating the passage of time?

His beard grew little by little, and his hair gradually grew longer.

The clothes on his body gradually corrode with the passage of time.

Five years.

ten years.

Zhang Jiuling used his own practice to prove that even if he kept reading for twelve years, he could not finish reading these endless books.

But he kept reading, and at this time Zhang Jiuling's clothes were already ripped.

And his face began to grow old under the undressing.

In human life, time always goes faster and faster.

Zhang Jiuling initially calculated the days day by day, but later it turned into one count every ten days, and then it turned into one count every month, but in the next year, every five years, it is now ten years.

"About thirty years have passed."

Zhang Jiuling's original youthful appearance has become an unkempt middle-aged bald uncle.

"Forty years."

"Fifty years have passed."

"Unknown to me, a hundred years passed."

"I won't die before I finish reading these books."

Seventy years have passed, and Zhang Jiuling touched his long white beard and then touched his wrinkled mottled skin.

The most ruthless one is the flowing light.

Seventy years have passed, and he has settled his heart in loneliness.

No longer anxious, no longer yearn for, no desire or demand.

"Following this speed, it should be enough for another six years."

Zhang Jiuling's voice also became hoarse, and his eyes were no longer as sharp as before.

At the current speed, he finally calculated the time he had completed his study.

"Did I even think of it as a passing cloud for six years now?"

After sighing for a long time, Zhang Jiuling continued to read.

...

Seventy-six years later.

On the desktop, Zhang Jiuling drew the last trace.

"I have been in this golden house and I have been so handsome that I have been so beautiful that I have been in my 80s at the age of twenty-five. How many hundred years does I have in my life?"

Zhang Jiuling's hands were already trembling and could not hold the pages of the book, but he slowly opened the last book of 120,000 books in the bookstore.

This book says witchcraft.

"The art of witchcraft, the ghost who died in Nie Jie is also a Gu, and the resentment and evil of ghosts is also a witch..."

After Zhang Jiuling finished reading the last paragraph of the book, he put down the book in his hand with trembling and unsteady.

"Among the seven levels, I have passed this knowledge level."

Zhang Jiuling raised his head, looked at the top of the Endless Bookstore, and murmured.

There are two possibilities for going back. One is that he will still be a hundred-year-old body when he returns. The other is that this hundred years have passed by in his consciousness, but his body is still twenty-five years old and strong.

In an instant, Zhang Jiuling suddenly felt his heart hop suddenly, and then as if he had lost his motivation, he sprayed blood on the Shujian, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything.

I just died like this?

Zhang Jiuling had only one last thought left.

He has been reading books for seventy-six years, and his body has passed a hundred years old. After completing these hundred years of tasks today, his remaining body cannot hold on to the last time.

I have spent these seventy-six years!

Zhang Jiuling's consciousness was laughing wildly. After 76 years of studying, three-quarters of his life were spent here, and he was dissatisfied.

In a trance, Zhang Jiuling felt his body rapidly breaking away from himself, as if his soul had left his body.

Zhang Jiuling recalled the description of the underworld in the books he had read and thought to himself: Next, should I go directly to the Ghost Gate of the Netherworld or would there be a ghost messenger to help me?

But none of this happened. Zhang Jiuling only felt his body lightening, and then his eyes became dark.

For a moment, it seemed endless darkness and silence.

Zhang Jiuling sat cross-legged in the endless darkness.

As a person who has been able to maintain his will for seventy-six years from human society, he is familiar with this loneliness and has only become dark.

"Is it forever darkness?"

"It's just that I continue to be endless loneliness. Is my heart still as calm as water. Do I still have some fear?"

After thinking about it, Zhang Jiuling continued to sit cross-legged.

In the endless darkness, the concept of everything is twisted here.

When there is only one person left in the world, when death loses its meaning, all concepts of time have lost their original meaning.

Zhang Jiuling sat quietly alone in the boundless darkness and loneliness.

There is no madness, he is just looking for and thinking about himself in the endless darkness.

He has read endless knowledge, but he has never thought about it carefully.

The knowledge left by countless Qin Chuming from ancient times flowed and dialectical in Zhang Jiuling's mind.

History repeats itself in Zhang Jiuling's mind, countless struggles, countless discussions of Taoism, hundreds of schools of thought, and countless schools of thought annexation.

The countless knowledge of Tao, Buddhism, Confucianism, Mohism, name, Guigu and other things is constantly dialectical, and Zhang Jiuling is learning and dialectical again among the hundreds of schools of thought.

All the techniques and origins of art, Tao, law, and power are turbulent.

Countless knowledge is constantly understood in Zhang Jiuling's mind, sorted out and then unified.

ten years.

Twenty years.

One hundred years.

One hundred and twenty-four years later.

Zhang Jiuling woke up in the dark world.

"It's a pity that I'm probably considered a great scholar who is famous all over the world now, but I've been dead for more than a hundred years."

Zhang Jiuling laughed at himself in the darkness, but his heart was calm.
To be continued...