Chapter 492: Digging Up Your Ancestral Grave, Believe It or Not
In the Holy Kingdom, Tianlang City.
Deep within the palace, at the entrance to a shadowy underground chamber.
Huo Ningxue, draped in a dragon robe, walked ahead with imposing grace, while Young Master Sang followed closely behind.
“So, Your Majesty really found clues about the Earthly Treasure?”
“If I didn’t say that, when would you remember me?”
As she said this, there was a hint of resentment in Huo Ningxue’s tone.
Young Master Sang could only cough awkwardly, explaining, “Well… I’ve been really busy lately, as you know. Not to mention that Little Ying needs company all the time because she’s pregnant, just dealing with the Tai Xu Alliance alone is—”
“Alright. I’m not blaming you.”
Huo Ningxue pouted slightly, “I know you’re busy. That’s why I’m also trying to help you out.”
“After all, if we talk about the most ancient and vast collection of texts in the world, only the Scripture Pavilion of the Long Huan Holy Kingdom can compare.”
The two approached the underground chamber, where the Tianlang Wei respectfully saluted before departing.
Huo Ningxue lightly stepped up to the door.
“The Holy Kingdom’s Scripture Pavilion was established by the First Holy Emperor, collecting countless texts, records, and historical accounts over endless ages.”
“I must say, its value surpasses that of the national treasury.”
“Moreover, the First Holy Emperor attached great importance to this place, specially arranging powerful formations so that only those of the Huo bloodline can enter.”
As her jade hand gently pressed against the entrance, a cryptic pattern appeared, followed by a slow, muffled creak as the door opened.
Once inside, the two stepped into an expansive space illuminated by dim candlelight.
Since you said you were going to search for clues about the Earthly Treasure across the world, I immediately sent someone to inspect the Holy Kingdom’s Scripture Pavilion, scouring night and day for any information related to the Earthly Treasure.”
“Unfortunately, there are just too many texts; in one month, I haven’t even managed to check one corner of the library.”
“However, fortunately,” Huo Ningxue said softly, “I actually found some useful information in one corner.”
Just as her voice fell, they reached the end of a narrow corridor.
The moment they stepped out, Young Master Sang was greeted with a dazzling space that looked like the cosmos.
The entire Scripture Pavilion seemed hidden in a different dimension, with twinkling stars above, and endless rows of bookshelves filled with texts as far as the eye could see.
Such an impressive sight made even Young Master Sang gasp in awe, deeply mesmerized, “It’s clear. The First Holy Emperor truly loved books.”
“Building a place like this for storing books is just too extravagant.”
“Indeed.” A trace of pride appeared on Huo Ningxue’s cheeks, “The Holy Kingdom has a history that spans countless years, with a depth beyond imagination.”
“And now, as the Holy Empress, as long as Young Master Sang desires it, with a command, all of these can belong to you.”
She dramatically waved her hand, pretending to be heroic, her lips curling into a smug smile.
Young Master Sang chuckled awkwardly.
… No need to be so lavish.
His ancestors might come to scold him in his dreams.
“So Your Majesty, where is the book that contains the clues?”
Huo Ningxue paused for a moment.
Young Master Sang: “Your Majesty?”
“Uh… I forgot which shelf it was.”
Young Master Sang: “…”
Very good.
As expected of you. Still the familiar Huo Ningxue.
Seeing you be this silly puts me at ease.
“I-I was just looking at a little note before coming here… How could I forget it in an instant?”
A hint of defeat and disappointment flickered across Huo Ningxue’s face, her voice barely audible as she mumbled, “Am I really this foolish…”
Young Master Sang wanted to comfort her, saying she wasn’t foolish at all.
But he wanted to say, since you wrote a little note, couldn’t you just keep it on you?
“Y-You wait a moment, I’ll go call the little eunuch who was checking the texts that day—”
“No need.”
Before the puzzled Huo Ningxue, Young Master Sang gently tapped his forehead with his finger.
Mask mode activated.
The fang mask slowly covered his face. The moment Young Master Sang opened his eyes, the entire world changed.
Surrounded no longer by countless texts, but by an expanse of symbols and words, directly displayed in his mind in a de-dimensional manner.
Needless to say.
In certain situations, mask mode is indeed quite useful.
Those overwhelming texts and immense information were instantly simplified in Young Master Sang’s mind, and in what seemed like just a few breaths, he had already perused all the texts.
“…Found it.”
The next moment, he lifted his gaze and with a mere gesture, a book flew into his hand, flipping open to a specific page.
Huo Ningxue leaned closer.
“The Chronicles of the First Emperor: Encountering Qiyi”
“When the Emperor reached Nanqi, he encountered a woman weeping by the road. Her son had died young, and hearing that the Emperor had a technique to return souls, she offered her life in exchange for her son’s revival.”
“The Emperor, moved by her sincerity, performed a ritual to return the soul.”
“However, the son was born and the mother died, and the son wept asking to switch back for his mother to live.”
“The Emperor sighed, saying this was endless, and thus sealed the vessel. The Earthly Treasure was lost to the world.”
The story was simple and easy to understand. The First Holy Emperor indeed had a treasure that could bring the dead back to life.
But the price was one life for another.
Unfortunately, after the ordeal with this mother and son, the First Holy Emperor realized that this thing had no end. So he sealed it and there was no more news of it after that.
“The current problem is,” Huo Ningxue said, “even if we know the First Holy Emperor once had such an Earthly Treasure, we still don’t know where it is.”
“After all, the text only said that the First Holy Emperor sealed it. But where the seal is isn’t mentioned.”
“I know that strictly speaking, this isn’t really a clue, it’s just…”
Her expression grew slightly uneasy as she lowered her gaze, “It’s just that I really miss you. So I found this excuse.”
“If you’re angry, I apologize—”
“Not at all.” Young Master Sang smiled and shook his head, “Your Majesty has been a great help.”
“…Huh?”
Seeing Huo Ningxue’s puzzled expression, Young Master Sang explained, “Although this book doesn’t mention where the thing was sealed…”
“Knowing it belonged to the First Holy Emperor, there must be other texts that mention it in passing.”
“It just requires the little eunuchs in the palace to read each book, which is too time-consuming and laborious.”
But now.
With Young Master Sang here.
His mask mode activated, countless symbols flickering before him, all records related to the First Holy Emperor floating in his mind like a search result.
As Young Master Sang suddenly lowered his head in silence, Huo Ningxue quietly stood beside him, patiently waiting.
Time passed unnoticed.
Suddenly, Young Master Sang seemed to come back to his senses, a bitter smile crossing his face.
“What happened? Didn’t you find anything?”
“I did find something.” Young Master Sang sighed, a bit headache-inducing, “But the place where the seal is… it’s a bit troublesome.”
“What’s troublesome about it?”
Huo Ningxue waved her hand, “With one command from me, we’ll dig it out from the earth whether it’s in Tian Nan or Hai Bei!”
“…But this thing is in the Holy Kingdom’s royal tomb.”
Huo Ningxue: “…”
