Chapter 209 First fragment obtained! The group departs...
After the group descended the mountain, Suhe and his wife, along with Fu Guanshi and carrying Sang Zhitao, returned to the mansion.
An Wen and his group had other cases in Linhai City and could not linger any longer, so they had to say goodbye and return to Linhai City.
As Sang Zhitao was carried to the mansion by Fu Guanshi, she raised her head and looked directly towards the east side of the backyard.
"What's wrong?" Suhe glanced at her, then looked in the direction Suhe was looking.
Sang Zhitao shook her head and buried her face in the arms of the coffin-bearer.
Fu Guanshi pursed his lips and pulled her closer to his arms: "Master Zhitian, she is still an infant."
“But she is a savior.” Suhe looked around. All the servants had been called away by her husband, Jinmai, leaving only the two of them in the hall, so she simply spoke frankly.
Fu Guanshi frowned slightly, somewhat puzzled: "Savior?"
Suhe was surprised that she didn't know about this, and after a moment of hesitation, she asked curiously, "Why don't you know?"
"Our Celestial Master clan informed the various hermit factions about this matter a thousand years ago, and even the authorities knew a little about it."
Fu Guanshi frowned and shook his head repeatedly: "When I went down the mountain, my master only told me to let the spirit beast hatch while I was carrying out my mission, and he didn't say anything else."
Su He sighed helplessly after hearing this: "I understand. Ever since the spirit beast egg was sent to the Burial Valley a thousand years ago, the Fu Guan clan has stopped contacting others when they are not on missions. I suppose they don't want news about the spirit beast to get out."
Speaking of this, Su He couldn't help but raise his hand and rub his temples: "This matter is of great importance. Although our two clans are both hermit families, we are of the same lineage. As far as I know, other hermit families are similar, with few members. We need to contact the authorities for assistance in this matter."
Fu Guanshi nodded nonchalantly: "I'll listen to my master."
"Okay, then I'll send a message to your master." Suhe smiled and patted her head.
Fu Guanshi, holding Sang Zhitao, nodded: "Then I'll take her to rest."
Suhe softly agreed and was about to call someone in to take the two of them to the guest room.
“I, Fang, go!” Sang Zhitao managed to utter a few indistinct words.
"What did you say?" After all, she was still a baby of a few months old, and her vocal cords were not yet fully developed. Even though Sang Zhitao used all her strength, the words she uttered were still so unclear that they sounded like a baby's babbling.
"I, Fang, go!" Sang Zhitao swallowed hard and said with all her might.
"She seems to be talking about going to the house?" Fu Guanshi tilted her head slightly. Her spirit cat whispered something in her ear, and she nodded gently, repeating what the spirit cat had said.
“Room? To?” Suhe paused for a moment, then suddenly thought of something and said, “Could it be the direction she was looking in from the doorway just now?”
As she spoke, she bent down slightly, looked at Sang Zhitao, and asked gently, "You mean you want to go to the room you just saw, right?"
Sang Zhitao nodded heavily.
Seeing that she had guessed correctly, Suhe breathed a sigh of relief. She briefly recalled Sang Zhitao's actions and the direction she had seen.
Then, looking at Sang Zhitao with suspicion, he asked, "Are you looking at the Zhitian Pavilion?"
Sang Zhitao tilted her head, looking completely bewildered.
Suhe was about to explain, but after thinking for a moment, she picked up Sang Zhitao from Fu Guanshi's arms and headed straight for Zhitian Pavilion.
Fu Guanshi hurriedly followed with the spirit cat.
The ancestral home of the Celestial Master was not large, since it had always been inhabited only by the Imperial Preceptor and his servants.
So they walked for about seven or eight minutes before arriving at Zhitian Pavilion.
"Is this the place you wanted to come to?" Su He asked softly as she stood in front of the Zhitian Pavilion, holding Sang Zhitao in her arms.
Sang Zhitao nodded: "Go in."
"Okay." With that, Suhe was about to carry her into the Zhitian Pavilion.
The woman behind her, Fu Guanshi, instinctively wanted to lift her foot and follow her inside.
Suhe suddenly turned to her and gently refused, saying, "The Zhitian Pavilion is the place where the Zhitian Master communicates with the Heavenly Dao. Only the Zhitian Master himself can enter. Please stay here."
"Then why was she allowed to go in?" Fu Guanshi frowned and pointed at Sang Zhitao in confusion.
Suhe smiled and explained, "She's different; she'll always have special privileges in this world."
Without offering further explanation, she carried Sang Zhitao directly into the Zhitian Pavilion.
Fu Guanshi took a deep breath, looking at the other person with a profound gaze, but didn't say anything more, nor did he continue to follow into the Zhitian Pavilion.
Suhe carried Sang Zhitao all the way to the top floor.
Only now did she see the ripples spreading across the Heavenly Dao God's throne.
"This is!" Su He exclaimed excitedly, taking two quick steps. "A response from Heaven!"
"She's going to die!" Sang Zhitao rubbed her small hand to her mouth before saying.
Suhe looked at her suddenly, her eyes filled with disbelief.
But when he saw Sang Zhitao's extremely calm eyes, he instantly realized that she was not lying.
For a moment, she looked at the Heavenly Dao God's position and then at Sang Zhitao, feeling somewhat lost. After a long while, her gaze shifted from helplessness to sadness, then to despair, and finally to relief.
"I suppose it's fate..." she sighed heavily.
"So, because the Heavenly Dao is about to die, that's why you were sent to save the world?" Suhe looked at Sang Zhitao with gentle eyes.
Sang Zhitao shook her head. She didn't know where the crisis in this world was, but she was certain that it wasn't about the death of the Heavenly Dao, since she didn't sense it at all.
Su He sighed heavily: "I knew things wouldn't be that simple."
As she spoke, she carried Sang Zhitao to the window and looked at the Western Hills in the distance.
"When I learned of the world crisis, I used a secret method to calculate the world, but unfortunately I wasted fifteen years of my life and still could not find out where the crisis was."
"For the past thousand years, every generation of my Celestial Master clan has used secret methods to calculate the crises of the world, but no one has ever calculated what the crises are related to."
"God." Sang Zhitao closed her eyes and instinctively looked up.
She saw many stars falling from the sky, and the sky cracked open like a world of immortals.
Sang Zhitao frowned, feeling that the crisis in this world must be related to the truth.
But now she can't feel whether Zhen is really in this world or not.
“Gods?” Su He was taken aback. “Thousands of years ago, the spiritual energy in the world suddenly decreased, cultivation became a pipe dream, fortune telling became the mainstream, and gods began to fall from that time until they never appeared again.”
"So how could a god cause a crisis?" She frowned, feeling that she couldn't understand anything.
Sang Zhitao swallowed hard, but still couldn't utter a complete sentence. She couldn't help but roll her eyes before finally managing to utter a slightly clearer word: "No!"
Suhe was stunned for a moment, then looked down at her: "Not a god?"
Sang Zhitao repeated the word "no" again.
Suhe was even more confused. She pursed her lips and said helplessly, "I think I need Lingmao to help you translate."
As she spoke, she tried to carry Sang Zhitao downstairs, but Sang Zhitao struggled in her arms.
Just like an adult cannot completely subdue a cat weighing over five pounds that is struggling wildly.
She was also unable to completely suppress a seven or eight-pound baby struggling erratically.
"Alright, alright, I'm not leaving, what else do you want?" She let out her pent-up frustration.
Sang Zhitao breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that she was no longer being led downstairs. Her eyes remained fixed on the Heavenly Dao God's throne, and she couldn't help but let out a few "ahs".
Suhe looked at her, then at the altar, and asked tentatively, "Where do you want to go?"
Seeing that she had realized what was happening, Sang Zhitao quickly nodded repeatedly.
Su He hesitated for a moment, but seeing the longing on Sang Zhitao's face, he sighed helplessly and carried her to the Heavenly Dao God's throne.
"Ancestor! What are you trying to do?"
But as Sang Zhitao approached the Heavenly Dao God's throne, she suddenly broke free from her embrace and grabbed at the throne.
This movement almost caused her to fall out of Suhe's arms, startling Suhe who exclaimed and pulled her back into her embrace.
However, Sang Zhitao still managed to seize the position of Heavenly God.
"My little ancestor! Please give it back to me!" Suhe grabbed the other side of the Heavenly Dao Divine Throne, trying to snatch it back from Sang Zhitao's hands, but she was afraid that she would use too much force and hurt her tender fingers, so she could only plead repeatedly.
Sang Zhitao, however, seemed not to hear at all, clutching the Heavenly Dao God's throne tightly in her arms and watching.
When she was born from the egg, she vaguely sensed that her authority in this world seemed to be extraordinary.
It even has far greater abilities and authority than Earth, which is her own world.
Of course, it still cannot be controlled as freely as one can control one's own world.
However, she could also vaguely sense what was happening in various parts of the world, which allowed her to say with certainty that there was no truth in this world, not even a puppet.
The only thing that could remind her of the real thing was the familiar aura on the altar, but that aura was much cleaner than the real thing.
It's like...
Sang Zhitao stared blankly for a long time before finally managing to pluck a single word from her mind—the original truth.
"What's wrong, little ancestor?!" Suhe saw her staring blankly at the Heavenly Dao God's throne, but her fingers were still tightly gripping it, so she could only continue to coax and deceive her.
Sang Zhitao snapped out of her reverie and frowned. Although she didn't understand why she had such great power in this world, nor did she understand the words that had just popped into her head, she was certain that the fragments of this world were very important, and perhaps the answer lay within them.
Thinking of this, she looked at the Heavenly Dao Divine Throne in her hand and couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.
This is the world she found the fastest fragment of; she found it on her very first day in this world.
Sang Zhitao looked up at Su He, swallowed hard, and squeezed out a few words: "Demolish!"
"Huh?" Suhe looked at the Heavenly Dao God's position, somewhat hesitant to consider the speculation in her heart.
Sang Zhitao gave her a reassuring look: "Tear it down!"
The gentle smile vanished from her face abruptly.
Seeing that she didn't move, Sang Zhitao could only squeeze the Heavenly Dao Divine Position herself.
Unfortunately, even if she were an adult, let alone a baby, she couldn't possibly crush a Heavenly God's position with just her fingers.
Suhe looked at the ceiling, took a few deep breaths, and forced a smile before speaking to Sang Zhitao in a gentle tone: "Be good, don't make a fuss."
Unexpectedly, Sang Zhitao rolled her eyes at her: "Tear it down!"
At that moment, a thought flashed through Suhe's mind: "Luckily, she and Jinmai didn't have children, otherwise they would have been driven crazy by the bratty kids long ago."
However, when he looked down at Sang Zhitao's small face, he sighed helplessly.
I didn't expect to be upset by my own child, but I was so upset by the savior who appeared out of nowhere that I felt a bit suffocated.
"I think I need my husband's little dessert..."
With that thought in mind, even if Sang Zhitao made a fuss, she would still carry her downstairs, and she ran and jumped, carrying Sang Zhitao outside.
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