Chapter 647, Painted scroll
Ye Qingyu smiled. “Old brother knows me well, there is indeed something I need to find ld brother for.”
“Haha, quick, come in and sit down. I just obtained some good tea recently, you can give it a try,” Ouyang Buping warmly greeted him.
The weird little boy was hiding behind Ouyang Buping with a curious and excited look.
Ye Qingyu faintly smiled, following Ouyang Buping into the straw hut.
A moment later.
The weird boy's mouth was curved with a smile as he excitedly dashed out the straw hut, a silver light flashing in his hands, and a silver-white airship appeared in front. The little boy leapt up into the airship, transforming into a stream of light and was gone without a trace.
About half an hour later, the silver airship, like a meteor, cut across the sky, stopping outside the Medicine Hut.
The little boy jumped off the airship, and behind him were the Snow Empire's Pill God Dugu Quan and his grandsons Dugu Dexi and Dugu Tianxin, as well as pill genius Lin Baiyi.
White-haired and bearded Dugu Quan hurried into the Medicine Hut with a smile on his face.
Dugu Dexiu, Dugu Tianxin, and Lin Baiyi followed the little boy in.
The usually quiet and peaceful Medicine Hut had suddenly become lively.
Through the bamboo curtain of the straw hut, vaguely, Ye Qingyu, Ouyang Buping, and Dugu Quan could be seen sitting around a sandalwood table, sipping tea and discussing something.
Behind them, Dugu Dexiu, Dugu Tianxin, and Lin Baiyi were sitting seriously and attentively listening in.
Only the weird little boy rested his cheek on his hand, staring curiously at Ye Qingyu.
There was a faint brilliance flashing in Ye Qingyu's hand, as a jade green scroll appeared in his hands.
Contained within the jade scroll was a collection of the ancient records of the Dao of the Pill and medical expertise he gathered in Clear River Domain. His understanding of the Pill Dao and his medical knowledge these days, particularly, his comprehension of the 108 ancient characters in the [Cloud Top Cauldron] were all inscribed onto this jade green scroll. He gave the jade scroll as a gift to Ouyang Buping and Dugu Quan, his two good friends in spite of their difference of age.
The two scanned over the information on the jade scroll, and from time to time danced with joy, like little children, gasping in admiration that there was someone that surpassed them in this world.
During the past year that Ye Qingyu was not in Heaven Wasteland Domain, he had gained a deeper understanding of the meaning of the 108 ancient words in the [Cloud Top Cauldron].
Today, the purpose of his visit to the Medicine Hut was to tell Dugu Quan and Ouyang Buping of his comprehension. By sharing his understanding of medicine and Pill Dao, he hoped that they could cultivate many talents for Heaven Wasteland Domain. After all, in the next long period of time, Ye Qingyu would be too busy to spare time, as he needed to do something very important.
Time passed like flowing water.
The always peaceful Medicine Hut sometimes went quiet and sometimes a hearty laughter was heard. The tea filled the straw hut with its aroma.
……
The third day.
Ye Qingyu again went into the palace to see the Snow Emperor.
He bluntly told the Snow Emperor that he wanted to enter the Imperial Sacrificial Ancestral Land again.
The Snow Emperor agreed.
Ye Qingyu once again obtained the Golden Dragon's scaly imperial seal.
The white crane that took him out from the Imperial Ancestral Land last time was summoned again. Ye Qingyu passed through the imperial palace wall and Imperial Ancestral Hall, before finally coming to the real Imperial Ancestral Land.
The core area of the Imperial Ancestral Land was as beautiful as before, abundant in spiritual qi, like a paradise.
Ye Qingyu, with no time to admire the beautiful scenery, guided the red-crowned crane straight over the nine blue dragon-like mountain range, and headed towards the offering temple on the main peak.
Now his status and identity were entirely different to before, and his cultivation level was the strongest in Heaven Wasteland Domain. Once he stepped into the Imperial Ancestral Land he naturally was not required to go through the series of interrogation like before. He travelled incredibly fast, passing through a number of temples, shrines, and pavilions in the outer area, and flying over dense clouds of incense, before arriving at the core little world of the ancestral land.
The red-crowned crane let out a long cry.
The distant mountains of the ancestral land were within view.
The dark, grand temple grew clearer in his sight, and the brass medal in his hand was slightly agitated.
“Finally arrived. This time, will the puzzle be solved?”
The crane descended.
Ye Qingyu leapt to the black ground.
He smiled and stroked the slender neck of the crane, and took out some spiritual fruit from the storage space to feed to the crane.
“Go and play.” Ye Qingyu smiled lightly.
The crane seemed to understand, affectionately rubbed its head against Ye Qingyu's arm, and flew away with the spirit fruit in its mouth.
Ye Qingyu's gaze turned to the dark offering temple.
The dark temple stood imposingly, as quiet and solemn as it was before. And under the sunlight it looked even more solemn.
On both sides of the path that led to the temple stood several mighty black warrior sculptures as before, casting a vivid shadow on the ground.
Ye Qingyu sighed softly. “It's time to go in.”
In his hand, the brass medal grew hotter.
He clenched his fist and felt the heat coming from the brass medal, as he walked towards the temple one step at a time.
His speed was not fast nor slow.
With a hint of excitement, Ye Qingyu crossed the square in front of the temple and entered into the offering temple.
In the dim and long corridor.
The temperature of the brass medal in Ye Qingyu's palm was as burning-hot as lava and a faint brassy glow was emanating from the medal. A number of light halo, like ripples, floated and spread outwards.
He unfolded his hand, and the brass medal floated up automatically.
The small medal, like a little sun emitting a pale golden glow, darted toward the depths of the temple.
Ye Qingyu followed the brass medal along the long corridor that was illuminated by its faint glow, which was still spacious and mysterious like it was in the past.
When the yellow halo of light swept across the stone walls of the corridor, faint golden patterns were faintly discernible, but upon a closer look it seemed as though nothing had changed.
The last time in the temple, his consciousness was sealed in the [Cloud Top Cauldron], and he only possessed the cultivation of a Spirit spring expert. As a result even if he entered the temple, he failed to make any significant discovery.
Now, his strength was very different to that in the past. He was far beyond the Bitter Sea stage.
Most importantly, he had the key to open the true secret of this offering temple.
The so-called key, in fact, was a drop of strange essence blood that the stone monkey gave him, which contained a frightening power. Thinking of the method that the stone monkey told him to open the offering temple, Ye Qingyu was somewhat tense.
His life and background were strange. There were far too many mysteries. Today, could he really uncover the layer of veil that shrouded the mystery?
With this thought, Ye Qingyu looked at the brass medial that was flying steadily ahead, the lake of his heart rippling.
Ever since Ye Qingyu stepped into the offering temple, the medal had automatically floated on top of his head, and a tangerine yellow light illuminated the spacious and dim hall.
Compared to his first time in the temple when his pace was slow and with a hint of cowardice, this time Ye Qingyu was calm and collected.
“As expected... this medal is the key that opens another space in the temple.”
Ye Qingyu followed the leisurely floating medal ahead, passing through the corridor and into the inner chamber of the stone hall. On the old and unadorned stone walls before him there were strange patterns flickering with a strange light.
Less than half an hour later.
In the simple and spacious room, a thick layer of dust hit his face...
All of this was exactly the same as what he saw the first time he walked in.
The medal was still glowing, waves of light ripples were spreading toward the surroundings, and as before, floated onto the pile of blue stone.
The only thing that changed in the temple was the broken, pale blue stone table, which had become a heap of crushed stones after Ye Qinyu entered the last time.
Ye Qingyu slightly blushed with shame when he saw the pile of crushed stones under the light ripples.
If the stone monkey in the sword pit knew that he had broken the only table in the offering temple, would he fly into a rage and jump out of the sword pit to beat him up?
Thinking of the stone monkey scratching his ears and cheeks, Ye Qingyu revealed an imperceptibly smiling expression.
He flipped his hand over and thrust upwards. A red halo of light flashed in his hand, and then a drop of dark red blood floated surfaced on his palm.
Unable to restrain his inner excitement, his heart began pounding.
This time, would he see the truth?
He drew a few deep breaths and pushed his palms out in the direction of the halo of light.
At this moment, the drop of blood on his palm sent out a wisp of strange fluctuation of consciousness, and there seemed to be a trace of urgency. It finally left his hands and fell into the heap of blue stones.
Strange changes immediately followed-——
It was as though time had returned to the past.
It was also as though that the drop of blood had opened up a space-time tunnel in the stone hall.
The pile of fragmented stones scattered across the ground suddenly seemed to grow alive.
They assembled back together in an instant according to the order in which they were broken.
Not only that, the previously missing corner was restored. The blue stone table looked brand new, exuding a jade-like brilliance.
Ye Qingyu wore a very strange look.
Here it comes.
What he was anticipating had finally come?
Before coming here he had thought of many possibilities of the uses of the drop of blood given by the stone monkey, therefore the changes before him was not considered as unexpected.
But he still could not escape from the feeling of initial shock.
In the past, his drop of blood had shattered the table, but the thought of this drop of blood now being able to restore the stone table had never crossed his mind.
Could it be that the drop of blood had the ability to return things to the past?
For a moment, Ye Qingyu could not fathom what had happened.
But the next second——
“This is?!”
He suddenly exclaimed.
Above the stone table.
The halo of light exuding from the medal was constantly rippling, forming a thin, veil-like light curtain.
On the light curtain, a number of formation shadows gradually emerged.
Was that the truth?
What could it be?
Ye Qingyu stared fixedly at the scene on the light screen, both his fists were clenched tight, and there was an excitement and nervousness that he never had before spreading in his heart and limbs.
The scene before him was a dark red fiery Asura battlefield.