The traces of Dao Rhymes and the marks of time always remained imprinted on the surface.
The transformation into a White Jade Codex did not completely destroy the original bamboo slips, but rather fused them together. The White Jade Codex resembled the basic appearance of ancient texts within the Sutra Pavilion: pages like fine white jade, easy on the eyes and comfortable to read. Compared to bamboo slips, it was countless times more advanced. Naturally, they opted for this form, preserving the lingering aura of time from the original bamboo slips.
Even the residual thoughts of scholars and cultivators, their insights and perceptions while reading, were inherited perfectly into the codex. These remnants became an integral part of the books.
As people read these books, they could more easily comprehend the content, sometimes experiencing flashes of enlightenment, resonating with ancient readers and grasping the essence of the knowledge.
Such books were far more precious than ordinary ones.The sediment of time was not without value.
The number of books on the first floor of the Sutra Pavilion rapidly increased. These included not only works of the ancient sages and Confucian classics, but also doctrines from various philosophical schools, and the foundational thoughts and ideologies of sects across the land.
The variety and quantity of texts exploded, undergoing a complete transformation. The abundance made the Sutra Pavilion feel like a grand library.
This meant that Cai Yan no longer needed to painstakingly recall and transcribe ancient texts.
Most of the books from Cai Yan's memory were now here, though a portion that only appeared after the rise of the Prince of Huainan still needed to be copied. But they were few in number and would soon be completed.
"So many classics... It looks like I'll be coming here often," Cai Yan said with longing in her eyes.
Among these books were many lost ancient texts, now appearing before her once again. She could hardly contain her excitement.
"There are a lot of books here now, but it's still far from my ideal. One day, this place will become vast and boundless," Yi Tianxing said with a smile.
"Wonderful! These new codices are more concise and lightweight. They're perfect. This is what true books are—fragrant like orchids, nourishing to the soul. Marvelous, marvelous, simply marvelous," Book Mountain Elder said, eyes squinting in bliss, full of praise.
"Old Book, in the future, the books here won't just be from Huaxia. Histories, cultivation manuals, and battle techniques from other worlds and other races will also find their way here," Yi Tianxing said confidently.
As conquests continued, books, techniques, and battle skills would only increase.
"Excellent. From now on, this Sutra Pavilion is my territory. No one should even think about causing trouble here," Book Mountain Elder said, already treating the Sutra Pavilion like his new home. Clearly, he was very satisfied with it—especially with the popularity. Compared to the previous Xuan Zhen Hall, this place was far superior. And the collection of books would only keep growing.
It was perfect.
Yi Tianxing left the Sutra Pavilion alone.
Seeing the sudden influx of books—especially rare ones she had only heard of but never read—Cai Yan simply couldn't bring herself to leave. Yi Tianxing smiled and let her stay behind to study the texts.
Meanwhile, many townsfolk in the Sutra Pavilion, shocked and thrilled by the sudden increase in books, eagerly searched the shelves for materials to read.
Some entered the second floor, discovering a surge of cultivation manuals, combat techniques, and secret arts—many of which hadn't existed before.
However, most of them still required merit points to access. Without them, cultivation was not allowed.
A few basic manuals of equal rank to the [Pure Origin Technique] were added to the list of free selections available to new residents of Xuanhuang Town. As before, each person could only pick one free technique. The only change was the expanded variety, including techniques like [Primordial Harmony Technique], [Everlasting Spring Technique], etc.
These were all Foundational Cultivation Techniques, similar in value to the [Pure Origin Technique].
This gave townsfolk more options when choosing their first technique. Although their grades were equal, their attributes varied, and some might better suit an individual's physique, making cultivation smoother and faster.
These discoveries filled the townsfolk with joy and excitement.
Back in his manor, Yi Tianxing began issuing a series of orders.
"Cao Zhengchun, immediately notify the Heavenly Crafts Pavilion to send a group of artisans here. They are to operate the Universal Printer."
"Notify the Myriad Treasures Hall to deliver a batch of beast bones, tendons, and specially crafted talisman paper and inkstones to the secluded chamber housing the Universal Printer."
Soon after, a flurry of activity began.
The Myriad Treasures Hall mobilized a large group to deliver all kinds of materials swiftly to the manor.
Then, another order went out—this time to the military camp.
"Notify Yang Yanping to bring troops over to receive weapons."
Yang Yanping soon arrived with a squad of soldiers. Moments later, they left with a large shipment of Divine Crossbows.
With a Divine Crossbow forged by Master Lu as the prototype, the Universal Printer began mass-producing them. As long as materials were fed into the machine, identical copies emerged one after another, each exuding a vicious aura.
The Divine Crossbows were transported in batches to the military camp.
Inside the camp, soldiers were carefully selected to form the Divine Crossbow Unit.
Yang Yanping's face shone with pride and determination.
Even Wang Dahu, upon seeing this in the barracks, briefly showed a trace of gloom on his honest face. But he quickly recovered and threw himself into cultivation within his tent, refining spiritual energy and forging true qi. A stubborn unwillingness to lose burned in his heart.
It wasn't just the Divine Crossbows being produced.
Large quantities of crossbow bolts, ballista bolts, talisman arrows, and bone war arrows were also rapidly printed by the Universal Printer—crate after crate.
Crafting a talisman arrow normally required forging the shaft and tip, engraving runes, and final assembly—a process that was slow and labor-intensive.
But with the Universal Printer, none of that was a concern.
Its efficiency was tens of thousands of times higher than traditional crafting.
Now, under Yi Tianxing's orders, it was operating at full capacity, unleashing its full might.
Materials went in. Finished war machines and magical weapons came out.
This level of production turned the Universal Printer into one of Xuanhuang Town's greatest trump cards.
In terms of war potential and logistics, Xuanhuang Town now ranked among the very best.
In war, what mattered was foundation and depth.
What was foundation?
Advanced weaponry, elite troops, and abundant resources—these were the markers of a true powerhouse.
If one army wielded sticks and sickles, and another wore armor, carried spears, and rode trained steeds, there was no question who would win. Unless divine intervention occurred, the latter would dominate completely.
Well-trained troops and top-notch gear determined victory.
And in many cases, overwhelming power shattered all strategy.
Even traps were useless if the army was immune to fire, for example.
Faced with foreign invaders, Yi Tianxing's first move was to push Xuanhuang Town's war potential to its peak. The Universal Printer was the town's trump card.
Thanks to it, Xuanhuang Town stood at the top in terms of military production.
A true powerhouse crushed cunning with brute strength.
Massive amounts of war equipment were sent to the barracks and city walls. War arrows, crossbow bolts—all numbered in the tens of thousands. They piled up like mountains.
Xuanhuang Town glowed brightly. The Everbright Lamps lit the town as if it were day. The night didn't slow the logistics. Citizens came and went, helping with the transport.
Many even caught glimpses of the gleaming weapons—stored in crates—each radiating deadly light. The sight filled them with awe and pride.
This was true strength. This was confidence in victory.
"Unbelievable… This Xuanhuang Town is truly something else," murmured Young Master Kongxu nearby, eyes flickering with suspicion.
"All these materials are going in, and what's coming out is a terrifying arsenal—each war arrow infused with spiritual power. These aren't ordinary arrows. They're magical war arrows. Crafting even one would be difficult, let alone thousands. There's no way this town has that many artifact refiners. Strange, very strange…"
Indeed, this was no joke.
Such a massive number of spirit-infused arrows equipped to an army would unleash unimaginable destruction.
In terms of military readiness, this was the most terrifying sight Young Master Kongxu had ever witnessed.