"Your writing has been erased?"
Sweeping Star asked while looking at the spotless wall.
"Erased."
Sun Wukong replied.
Sweeping Star reached out and touched the wall, and after finding nothing unusual, she nodded slightly.
"Don't write on the walls anymore."
"Okay."
Sun Wukong watched her leave.
After Sweeping Star left, he turned around, and a butterfly mark emerged on the wall, which then transformed into a halo.
"What a terrifying spell."
Sun Wukong thought as he pulled a book from the halo.
He continued to read.
The books in the Scripture Pavilion were as vast as the stars, encompassing everything, and even included knowledge from before the Great Tribulation.
Although they did not amount to the tens of millions of volumes found in some libraries centuries later—often seven or eight million volumes—they still totaled three hundred thousand.
