Chapter 506: Why Is It the Four Idols Cult Again?

Chapter 506: Why Is It the Four Idols Cult Again?

Sisi was certainly willing. In fact, she had already been planning when to secretly dig into the tomb. However, she could not act recklessly. She needed to find a suitable path to dig through rather than just going at it haphazardly. Otherwise, something would definitely go wrong.

Sisi instructed a maid to retrieve their tribe’s texts related to ancient tombs while Zhao Changhe sat on the smooth platform, meditating with his eyes closed.

Sisi did not know what he was meditating on, but she had the feeling that since arriving here, Zhao Changhe had been lost in a kind of deep thought, his mood never quite lifted, no matter what he was doing.

She did not want to disturb him and just sat beside him, resting her chin in her hands, keeping him company.

In truth, Zhao Changhe’s mind was immersed in the illusory world of the Heavenly Tome. The illusion that the Heavenly Tome made was like a small world, complete with a sun, moon, and stars—though, in this case, it was all an illusion, unlike the situation in the Spirit Tribe’s secret realm. Nevertheless, he hoped to gain some insight from it if he could.

For instance, he wondered if the illusory world of the Heavenly Tome had boundaries. If it did, what was it like? When the sun set at the boundary, could it be touched?

He had never thought in this direction before; his focus was always limited to the verdant mountains and clear waters in front of him. Now that he was deliberately trying to expand outward, he realized it was boundless, with no end in sight.

For a moment, there was an illusion that he was a giant chasing the sun, endlessly pursuing an elusive and distant dream

It was not until his mind was utterly exhausted that he finally withdrew, worn out.

When he opened his eyes, Sisi was sitting beside him with her chin resting on her hand, staring at him unblinkingly. He didn’t know how long she had been staring at him. There was a touch of a dreamy look in her eyes.

Seeing him open his eyes, Sisi took out a silk handkerchief and gently wiped the sweat from his forehead. “What were you doing? You were frowning the entire time. Can meditating really make you sweat like this?”

“Nothing much...” Zhao Changhe smiled slightly. “Have the texts you asked for arrived yet?”

Sisi glanced into the distance. “Nope.”

After a pause, she suddenly smiled, “You’re so serious, Master... Aren’t you acting a bit too different from usual?”

Zhao Changhe sighed. “The memory of my Dragon Bird looming right next to your face is probably so strong that you don’t recall the times I took you to examine corpses and solve cases.”

Sisi pouted. That was not the answer she was looking for. Everyone knew that when it came to serious matters, Zhao Changhe could be quite earnest. Otherwise, he would not have gotten this far.

In essence, it was just like a girlfriend asking coquettishly, “Would you love me if I was a worm?” or “Do you want to play games or play with me?”

Zhao Changhe, now understanding such things, gently held her in his arms and whispered, “People say I cultivate quickly, but I always feel time slipping away... The corpse demon behind Maitreya, the Blood Ao in the Spirit Tribe’s forbidden land... Just a few years ago, they were all still dormant, but now they’re emerging, and they’re all very powerful. None of them are beings I can handle on my own at my current level. Right now, I’m even a bit afraid to leave this place. I’m afraid that I would only come out to find the outside world has been flipped upside down.”

Sisi genuinely understood his worries.

In her childhood, only a few carefree years had passed before the “sacred beast” in the forbidden land inexplicably awakened, turning the entire Spirit Tribe upside down.

Sisi was silent.

“The reason Li Shentong hasn’t openly rebelled yet is probably because he’s wary of Snow Owl... I have a feeling that Snow Owl’s is the one that’s really pulling the strings behind the scenes. Judging by what happened at the Sword Hut, it seems that all the chaos from Bashu to Miaojiang has his fingerprints all over it. Hm, what exactly is he planning?”

Sisi, who had been confidently explaining the situation, closed her mouth, once again feeling like she was just a little maid providing information, leaving the analysis and decision-making to her master.

“Y-Your Majesty...” A timid voice came from below the stone platform.

The sight of her queen dressed in a maid’s outfit and snuggled in a man’s arms like a little bird was something the maid did not know how to process.

If the queen is a maid, then what are we?

Sisi, however, seemed unfazed, and lazily asked, “Have you found the texts?”

“Yes, these are the few books that mention ancient tombs.” The maid raised three or four ancient books up high.

Sisi reached out to take the books, and Zhao Changhe stood up as well. “Let’s go inside and read.”

The maid offered, “Shall I go and light the lamps for the sacred envoy?”

Sisi glared at her. “Get lost. What does that have to do with you?”

If you light the lamps and grind the ink, what would be left for me to do?

The maid was dumbfounded.

Wait, if you do everything, then what are we here for?

Reluctantly, the maid walked away, glancing back at the newly built courtyard where the soft glow of candlelight was already shining.

The windows were covered in paper, and the silhouettes of the people inside could be vaguely seen.

The sacred envoy could be seen sitting at the table, reading by the lamplight, while her own queen stood beside him, explaining some specific terms in the texts. They were close, and it looked very warm and intimate.

But... you two have to rest eventually, right? And there’s only one room...

“The burial place of gods, the abyss of the setting sun...”

“Vermillion Bird and White Tiger converge in the southwestern wilderness... When the sun has yet set and the moon fills the desolate hills.”

Why does this always tie back to the Vermillion Bird and White Tiger... Zhao Changhe scratched his head vigorously as he read the few words recorded in the text. This doesn’t make sense. What does the Spirit Tribe have to do with the Four Idols Cult? What is the connection between the Spirit Tribe’s ancestor and the Night Emperor?