A look of blankness flashed across Adam’s eyes. After pondering for a long while, he ultimately could not help but smile bitterly and shake his head, abandoning this absurd idea.

I am still getting too full of myself!

To think I would actually scheme against the Silver Willow Martial Tower just to improve my strength!

Silver Willow had a thousand-year heritage, and its foundation was unfathomable.

Although it was currently in decline, a starved camel is still bigger than a horse. One could glimpse a fraction of its might from the fact that it commanded a Mortal Supreme like Allen.

Which Mortal Supreme did not possess a spine of absolute pride? Although Allen was a mere eunuch, if the Silver Willow Imperial Family did not have an even more powerful existence suppressing him, how could such a figure obediently submit?

Furthermore, although the Imperial Family had been gradually declining over the past few centuries, not a single book of cultivation methods in the Silver Willow Martial Tower had ever been stolen.

If the tower did not have some great terror stationed within, how could those Mortal Supremes resist the temptation of those techniques?

His current strength was more tyrannical than most existences who had Entered the Dao, but in Silver Willow, he was not invincible.

Unless he was a figure like the Sword Sect Master, forcing his way into the Silver Willow Martial Tower would make it very difficult to retreat unscathed.

Placing himself in immense danger just to improve his strength was not a wise move.

Adam furrowed his brows tightly, falling into deep thought. Suddenly, a flash of inspiration hit his mind. He could not help but laugh out loud, slapping his head in regret.

"Why am I being so stubborn and narrow-minded! The historical texts recording mythological legends in Inkwood Academy are rare, but there are plenty of them in the bookshops of the capital!"

Silver Willow’s history books focused on authenticity.

The figures and events recorded were things that had actually happened. Even some mythological legends were ones that had spread widely and held a high degree of credibility.

Therefore, such legends were rarely recorded in Silver Willow’s historical texts.

But in the capital’s bookshops, there were heaps of books recording such mythological legends. Although their authenticity was debatable, they were not entirely baseless nonsense either. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

As long as a book was not entirely fabricated, if he read it earnestly, he could trigger his God-Tier Comprehension and thereby comprehend heaven-defying cultivation techniques.

With so many such books in the capital’s bookshops, there were bound to be some that were not entirely fictional.

As long as he could dig up such books from among those recording myths, he would absolutely strike it rich.

If he could comprehend cultivation techniques from them, his strength would see a massive improvement.

If he was lucky enough to dig up a book recording myths of the Prehistoric Era, he would strike it even richer.

If he could comprehend the cultivation methods of prehistoric remnant species from it, that would be a monumental opportunity.

However, this was as difficult as ascending to heaven.

During the Prehistoric Era, there was no human race, let alone written language. The human race’s entire record of prehistoric remnant species was fictional, lacking any truth whatsoever.

No matter how God-Tier his comprehension was, he could not create something out of nothing.

Otherwise, would I not have been able to comprehend cultivation techhniques from the web novels I read in my past life?

But Adam did not dare hope for too much.

This was already much safer than forcing his way into the Martial Tower, and the efficiency would be much higher than reading Inkwood Academy’s historical records.

After finishing the book in his hands, Adam hurried to the bookshops in the capital without delay.

The Capital, South City, Tranquility Bookstore.

The Tranquility Bookstore was the largest bookstore in the Silver Willow capital, boasting a collection of a hundred thousand books.

It was all-encompassing. Not only did it hold Daoist classics, but also mythological bestiaries and bizarre tales. Most widely circulated books in the capital could be found here.

Just as Adam arrived at the entrance, a shop boy greeted him. "Young Master, what kind of books are you looking for?"

After stating his needs, the shop boy led him to the mythological and bizarre tales section.

Dismissing the boy, Adam began searching on his own.

There were thousands of books in this section. Adam searched for quite a while but still could not find a single mythological text from which he could comprehend a cultivation technique.

Adam frowned. Sure enough, finding a mythological text among these that was not entirely fictional was not easy.

Seeing his tightly knit brows and realizing he had not found a satisfactory book after so long, the owner of the Tranquility Bookstore could not help but step forward.

"Young Master, this old man is the owner of this bookstore. I wonder what kind of mythological texts you are looking for? This old man knows the books in this shop like the back of his hand."

Knowing the old man was the owner, Adam explained what he was looking for.

"Owner, I have always loved reading mythological texts and bizarre tales. However, the books in your shop are hard for me to appreciate. They are simply fabricated nonsense, full of glaring holes."

"I wonder if you could recommend a few mythological texts that seem a bit more authentic?"

The bookstore owner stroked his whitening beard. After pondering for a moment, he said, "Young Master, there really are a few. The ancient events recorded in these books are exceptionally authentic, as if witnessed firsthand."

"I am not afraid of you laughing, Young Master, but this old man also loves such books. These few texts are the best-written mythological tales I have ever read."

"If even these cannot catch your eye, I fear there is not a single mythological book in the Tranquility Bookstore that will."

Adam did not expect the owner to praise those books so highly, so he immediately asked, "Oh? Quickly, bring those mythological texts for me to see."

Soon, the owner brought over three yellowed ancient texts.

As Adam took them, a musty smell immediately assaulted his nose. He did not even need to look closely to know that these three yellowed books had been sitting in storage for a very long time.