C29 Scripture Pavilion Opened

The elder's tone softened, indicating his approval of their demeanor. "The martial arts trial of the Scripture Pavilion assesses more than just your talent; it gauges your wisdom, insight, and fortune as well! Today, you enter to embrace the martial arts legacy of our forebears. May these arts empower you to navigate life with joy and settle scores with gusto. Remember, martial arts possess a spirit of their own and will choose their wielders, aspiring for a master who will elevate their renown across the world. Centuries from now, when you return to dust, these arts will carry your legacy back to the Scripture Pavilion, awaiting their next custodian. Such is the way of the Hanyu Family's martial inheritance."

He concluded with a heartfelt wish, "May each of you honor the legacy of our ancestors, cherish the martial skills you acquire, and employ them to propel the Hanyu Family to new heights."

With a commanding cry of "Activate!", the ground beneath them trembled, and intricate array formations sprang to life in the square's heart. Interlacing lines conjured a pentagram pattern that aligned with the sun above. As if responding to a call, the sun beamed an unseen essence into the array's core, which then coursed through the pentagram's five points, igniting a brilliant radiance. Shielding their eyes until their sight adjusted, the onlookers were awestruck to find a towering spire now dominating the once-empty square.

The youths were utterly captivated by the divine spectacle, swelling with pride for their heritage.

They resolved to defend this legacy with their lives if necessary, embodying the Hanyu Family's intent in revealing such power: to instill a sense of shared glory among its members.

The family's might was not to be concealed; rather, by witnessing its strength, the clan was inspired to strive and avoid being left behind. This moment would be indelibly etched in the minds of the Hanyu's next generation.

As Hanyu Xiaotian crossed the threshold of the Scripture Pavilion, the scene before him transformed into an expansive cosmos. Gazing at the celestial tapestry, he mused, "Is this the Scripture Pavilion? It bears a striking resemblance to the universe I've envisioned."

This was no ordinary library as he had imagined—devoid of books, holo-brains, or attendants.

"Strange, we all entered together, but now I'm alone? Wasn't this about finding our fortunes? How can I do that with nothing here? Weren't there supposed to be secret tomes?" A thought struck Hanyu Xiaotian as he turned his attention to the brightest 'stars' that had first caught his eye.

"Could these 'stars' hold the secrets of the Scripture Pavilion?"

He scrutinized them closely, unraveling their enigmas: these 'stars' were mere points of light, each with subtle variations in Qi, size, and shape—some icy, some fiery, some tranquil as still ponds, others wildly tempestuous, some shaped like miniature swords, others resembling spiky orbs—each uniquely magnificent.

Hanyu Xiaotian, almost without thinking, felt an urge to step forward and reach out to the twinkling stars. It was then that he suddenly became aware he was already suspended in midair—no solid ground beneath his feet, enveloped by the cosmos itself.

In that instant, the stars started to move, set in motion by some mysterious force...