Chapter 468: Chapter 274: Cultivation World 64_3

"Three Enclosures·Void·Fragments"

Jian could recognize these three seal characters, but the meaning contained within their combination was obscure and unclear.

"Three Enclosures" referred to the constellations of Ziwei Yuan, Taiwei Yuan, and Heavenly Market, representing the core of the celestial sky. But with the addition of "Void" and "Fragments," did it suggest a type of Array?

Jian’s heartbeat unconsciously quickened slightly.

The residual space fluctuations and the ink patterns devouring light all pointed to a profound Array, far beyond her current understanding, possibly involving the origin of space or even the cosmic firmament.

The value of the fragment itself, with its material and contained Dao traces, was likely immeasurable, let alone the complete Array it represented?

Why was it broken?

Why had it drifted here, sealed in dust?

It lay silently in Jian’s hand, like a fragment of solidified night sky, radiating a mysterious and deadly allure.

The profound fluctuations, the deep ink-colored Array Patterns, seemed to silently tell her of the ancient and hidden.

Jian almost without hesitation immediately took this fragment to the steward responsible for replication.

"Disciple wishes to replicate this scroll." Jian handed up the dark fragment.

The steward responsible for recording was an Immortal Soldier with a stern face. He glanced at the broken fragment, a trace of impatience flashing in his eyes, even faintly tinged with an undetectable contempt.

He casually picked up the recording register next to him and scanned Jian’s Identity Jade with a glance. Upon seeing the numbers in the "Contribution Points" column, his expression slightly relaxed.

"Hmm, the contribution points are sufficient." The steward nodded as a matter of routine, not even looking at the fragment again, as if it were just an ordinary stone, "Third level fragments category, basic contribution points can redeem a basic imprint."

He quickly etched a few runes on a blank Jade Scroll with a carving knife, then picked up the dark fragment and placed it with the blank Jade Scroll into the center of a stone platform brimming with complex Array Patterns beside him.

Buzz!

The stone platform lit up with a soft white light, a beam of light enveloping the fragment and the Jade Scroll.

The steward input a trace of immortal power into another small Array to start it. He was evidently disinterested in replicating such an old fragment, performing the operation with extreme speed, with a formulaic perfunctory attitude.

However, just as the Array activated, and the white light attempted to contact and imprint the profound patterns on the fragment’s surface—

An abrupt change occurred!

The dormant ink-colored Array Patterns on the fragment seemed to come alive suddenly!

From within the originally dim Array Patterns, a pure purple starburst, the size of a needle tip, burst forth!

An indescribable, neither immortal power nor Divine Sense, vast will seemed to awaken from slumber, carrying an offended chill and ancient majesty, erupted with a roar!

Bang!

An intangible, space-crushing repulsive force exploded out from the purple star point!

The guiding trace of immortal power inputted by the steward was shattered like fragile ice!

The white light enveloping the fragment twisted wildly, flickering. The entire stone platform, along with the replication Array on top, emitted unbearable "creaking" sounds! The powerful backlash directly rushed towards the steward!

"Pfft—!"

The steward only felt as if an icy, heavy hammer slammed into his Purple Mansion Sea of Consciousness, letting out a muffled groan, his face turning pale like gold paper, a gush of blood uncontrollably spurted out as he staggered backward, crashing into the shelf behind, causing a rattle.

His eyes were filled with disbelief, horror, and fear as he stared at the seemingly inconspicuous broken fragment on the stone platform, as if he had seen a ghost.

At the center of the stone platform, the white light dissipated.

The blank Jade Scroll used for replication was filled with web-like cracks internally, evidently scrapped.

While the dark broken fragment lay quietly there, as if the earth-shattering eruption just now was merely an illusion.

Only its surface appeared to have deepened slightly, and that purple starburst was gone.

The whole third floor of the Library Pavilion instantly fell silent. The few disciples nearby selecting tomes looked over in shock, completely not understanding what happened.

Jian’s pupils constricted slightly, a storm surged in her heart, but her reaction was even more composed than the shocked steward. She clearly captured the will within that brief outburst—cold, supreme, harboring secrets of the boundless starry sky! This was no ordinary mundane item!

Jian took a deep breath, stepping forward quickly to lift up the disheveled, still panic-stricken steward: "Steward senior brother, are you alright?" Her tone was icy yet carried a thread of just the right amount of concern.

The steward breathed heavily, looking at Jian’s calm eyes, then at the fragment on the stone platform, feeling a chill rushing from his feet to the top of his head.

He pushed Jian’s hand away, struggling to stand upright, his face no longer showing the previous contempt and impatience, only frightened and residual pain, saying hoarsely: "This... this cursed thing! You..."

"It seems this item and I have some fate," Jian interrupted him, her voice clear and calm, yet her gaze remained fixed on the broken fragment, "Cannot replicate today?"

The steward shook his head like a rattle drum, his heart lingering in fear: "Replicate? It... it backfired and destroyed the imprinting Jade Scroll! This thing is too dangerous! No! This fragment has a master! Or rather... its ’force’ is too strong, rejecting everything! It cannot be imprinted! You should put it back!" He just wanted to quickly stay away from this troublesome item.

"I see." Jian softly replied, as if confirming a trivial matter.

Jian no longer paid attention to the pale-faced steward, under the gaze of a few others who were either surprised, curious, or schadenfreude, she stretched out her slender, jade-like hand, naturally, and even with a touch of peculiar reverence, once again picked up that dark fragment, cool to the touch, harboring profound secrets.

Jian’s fingertips brushed over the fragmented edge, sensing the deeper residual cold tremors in the ink-colored patterns beneath, and that quickly subdued and nearly... "hungry" craving?

"Three Enclosures·Void·Fragments..." She silently recited in her heart, the depths of her clear eyes igniting for the first time a fervent flame, as if desiring to pierce through ancient mists, to uncover the universe’s truths.

Without hesitation, she held the fragment, whose value far exceeded what was required for its exchange in contribution points, yet was enough to make an ordinary steward’s heart palpitate with fear, and without hesitation turned around, heading towards the direction of the contribution points exchange center. As for the scrapped Jade Scroll, she didn’t spare it another glance.