359: Chapter 352 This Page of the Heavenly Book is Not Yours 359: Chapter 352 This Page of the Heavenly Book is Not Yours “Would this aura attract others’ attention?” Zhao Changhe asked distractedly, looking at the fusion process.
“There’s no need to worry about that with my shielding.”
“So if I were to pull it out in the future, would you also shield the aura?”
The blind man hesitated for a mont before answering, seeming sowhat uncertain.
Zhao Changhe roughly understood that the blind man was not always by his side…
More likely, he was busy observing many things, a part of which involved watching over him.
If he needed to help shield the aura over the long term, it might be difficult; it might require him following closely.
The blind man hesitated for a long ti before saying, “Can’t you just not pull it out?
Keeping it in the ring works the sa as when you carry it around, doesn’t it?”
“It’s still quite straining for to spiritually probe into the ring; I won’t do it without good reason.”
“Breaking through the First Secret Treasure would help a lot.”
“That ans this ring can shield the aura of the Heavenly Book, right?”
“Of course…” the blind man said, “This ring has quite a history, do you know what it is?”
“It shouldn’t belong to Xuanwu, does it belong to Emperor Ye?”
“Right.” The blind man hesitated again before explaining, “This is not only Emperor Ye’s ring but also the personal ring he used before achieving enlightennt; its symbolic aning is profound.”
Seizing the opportunity, Zhao Changhe asked, “Apart from the sword blank and the Mountain and River Atlas inside this ring, there’s also a token, pitch black with nothing on it, do you know what it is?”
The blind man didn’t beat around the bush, “This token was given to Xuanwu by Emperor Ye to facilitate his sword casting duties.
Combined with this ring, it basically carries the weight of having t him.
Otherwise, the Four Symbols are rather uncooperative, and Xuanwu wouldn’t have it easy…
But don’t think it’s very valuable; its temporary responsibilities have long since vanished, and now nobody recognizes this thing.
Its greater value lies in that it can be lted down for materials, perfectly completing the sword-casting process.”
Zhao Changhe wasn’t fussing over what the token was for; there were many odd tokens in his possession, like Ying Wu’s Blood Token sold for a penny, and the Moyu Token that Ye Wuzong gave as a wager.
This token, if useful for sword casting, might have so applications: “Xuanwu listed a thod for sword casting and the missing materials; I haven’t looked closely, so if the token can be used as a material, what’s still missing?”
“The Night Sand layer might be missing, but that’s not important; your lack of intention is what matters…
Sword casting is still too premature for you.”
Truly omnipotent…
Zhao Changhe couldn’t help saying, “Can’t you just appear and talk to ?
Does it always have to be in a dream?”
The blind man replied, “I’m only involved in this much discussion because of the Heavenly Book; once this is done, I’ll be off.
Why care about whether I appear?”
He laughed briefly, “Want to see ?
Then strive to dream about .”
Zhao Changhe rolled his eyes, “You’re quite the demoness, huh.”
The blind man’s heart skipped a beat, and he fell silent.
Zhao Changhe didn’t ponder it too deeply as the fusion of the Heavenly Book had just completed.
The golden light was brilliant but not dazzling; it felt very gentle, bathing his entire being in radiance, warm and comfortable.
The Heavenly Book did not provide energy for cultivation, but its innate energy seed mysterious, perhaps representative of the energy reaction of the entire world?
Uncertain, but collecting Secret Realms seed quite logical to Ying Wu; the more complete the world, the more likely it is to “upgrade” and draw nearer to the power of god and demon.
Everyone was engaged in different actions, yet their ultimate goals were quite consistent.
The golden brilliance subsided, and two book pages beca a “bound volu,” although a two-page “volu” was sowhat humble, resembling a promotional flyer, yet it could now rightfully be referred to as a “book,” no longer just a page.
The material of the gold leaf had transford, turning into a type of yellow silk like imperial decrees, but harder, as if layered a thousand tis.
The new additional page, originally filled with imposing quality, also adopted this yellow silk style; the two pages were connected, allowing them to open and close.
Upon unfolding, it was still devoid of text, but a background pattern began to erge.
The pattern was of natural mountains and rivers, similar to what had been seen in the previous Secret Realm, exuding a profound significance; delving spiritually into it, one felt as though dwelling amidst blue waters and green mountains, with nothing else around.
But this ti, the green waters and lush mountains did not seem to be VR anymore, nor did it seem to simply evolve into MR—it was like a whole new world.
Zhao Changhe tried asking, “Am I still here?”
The blind man felt like laughing, but he knew what Zhao ant, so he answered, “Yes, it’s just your sea of consciousness connecting with the Heavenly Book, forming a spiritual world, not your body entering the universe of the book.”
“…Is this sothing I managed with my re Mystical Gate Ninth layer?”
“You were already infinitely close to the First Secret Treasure.
In fact, so masters of the Secret Treasure don’t necessarily possess stronger spiritual power than you; what you lack is integration, not absolute attributes.”
“Now that I’m interfaced with such a spiritual world, what next?
There’s nothing here, where’s the grandfather who confers wisdom?”
The blind man said coldly, “Should I perform a craniotomy on you?
And pour in the thing you so dearly love, would that count as conferring wisdom?”
Zhao Changhe: “…”
Between the lines, a fairy ethereally approached from the landscape ahead, gliding over the waters, light as the wind sweeping snow, her eyes gently closed, as if a goddess was strolling down from the clouds.
Zhao Changhe kept staring.
You told to work hard to dream of you—isn’t this you coming?
Uh no, when did the blind man beco this beautiful…
Beauty in the past ant countless rats sneaking peeks at her, falling within the conventional category of “beautiful won.” And during their previous encounters, she had kept the attire she wore in modern tis, the black samurai outfit, critically with short hair, portrayed as a fortune-telling witch but more resembling a female assassin from the shadows.
But this ti, dressed as a fairy with fluttering ribbons, she looked quite like Tang Wanju, her hair grown long, her aura beca ethereal, even closing her eyes, she resembled a goddess.
Is this what unlocking the Heavenly Book is for?
Watching you change outfits?
Zhao Changhe almost spit out blood, what have I gone through life and death for?
To watch the gold leaf turn into a brochure, and then to watch you change outfits?
You taking it off would make more sense… Uh no, that’s not right either!
“You don’t need that agitated deanor.” the blind man floated closer, sighing, “This page of the Heavenly Book follows the way of nature; whatever you see in your heart conforms to this notion.
I didn’t change outfits; it’s rely how your mind portrays induced by the environnt.”
Zhao Changhe: “…How do you know what I’m thinking?”
“I can see it in your eyes,” the blind man continued to sigh, “To be honest, pondering over this page of the Heavenly Book might not necessarily benefit your cultivation—that path doesn’t really suit you; it can only serve as a reference for analogous inspiration and temper your mindset.”
Zhao Changhe caught the implied aning: “Are you saying there are other benefits?”
“Whom do you recall when you look at my appearance?”
“…Tang Wanju.”
The blind man “heh” again.
Zhao Changhe kept a straight face and remained silent.
“So, if this page of the Heavenly Book does not correspond to her, who else could it correspond to?” the blind man said lightly, “If you want to heal Tang Wanju’s ailnt, there’s nothing else in this world more fitting than this page of the Heavenly Book to assist.
Even your Rejuvenation Technique won’t suffice…”
Zhao Changhe startled: “Explain, why wouldn’t the Rejuvenation Technique work?
I think its effects are pretty incredible; surely a deeper practice of it would heal sothing as minor as a lung channel?”
“She’s not what you call injured in the lung channel; that’s a misunderstanding based on appearances… Her affliction lies deeper in the mystical divine, beyond what physical healing can reach.
Otherwise, do you think Xia Longyuan couldn’t heal even that?
Is he too heartless not to heal?
Hardly; even to keep a loyal servant working, he wouldn’t neglect it.
He’s not heartless, there just isn’t a way.”
Zhao Changhe questioned, “So, using this Heavenly Book, how can she be healed?”
“She lets you slow down, drawing close to the state of nature.
You also return her to the natural state; that’s it.
As for how to do it, the Heavenly Book is in your hands.
Why ask if you don’t contemplate it?”
“…”
The figure of the blind man slowly faded, “You contemplated the gold leaf all on your own from the start, this page you should also ponder on your own.
I won’t appear again for a while, fend for yourself.”
Zhao Changhe always felt that the blind man’s riddling was purely revenge for his own painstaking process with the gold leaf.
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