Chapter 262 Wait! The ancestor left a message
"Open it for me."
Chu Xuanyi squeezed out these three words from between his teeth.
"Crack." A crisp sound.
The layer of purple light wrapped around the jade book finally shattered into pieces after exhausting nearly half of Chu Xuanyi's cultivation, turning into light spots all over the sky and dissipating into the air.
The ban was broken.
Chu Xuanyi could no longer hold on, his body softened and he fell backwards, his back hitting the cold stone wall heavily.
He was gasping for breath, and every breath sent sharp pain throughout his body.
But he couldn't care less.
His eyes were fixed on the jade book lying quietly on his legs.
Four large characters written in ancient tadpole script slowly emerged on the cover of the jade book.
The method of entering the soul.
Chu Xuanyi struggled to stretch out his hand and tremblingly opened the first page of the jade book.
There is no long discussion on the jade book.
There were only a few words and an extremely complex and strange formation diagram.
"Reverse the universe, the soul leaves the body, can enter the Nine Netherworlds, can cross the River of Oblivion, search for the soul for thousands of miles, all depends on a thought."
"However, in the netherworld, evil spirits eat away at bones, and resentful spirits devour the heart. The living who set foot there face a narrow escape of death. If they are not careful, their souls will be shattered, and they will never be able to return to life."
Chu Xuanyi's heart sank little by little.
This is not a way to save people at all.
This is basically a forbidden technique that teaches people how to commit suicide.
Let the soul of a living person leave his body and venture into the netherworld that even gods and Buddhas are afraid to venture into.
How is this different from suicide?
A huge disappointment overwhelmed him in an instant.
He leaned against the wall, his eyes gradually becoming as empty as Xiao Yu's.
Is... there really no other way?
Just when he was completely desperate, his eyes accidentally swept across the last page of the jade book.
That page is blank.
But at the very end, there is a line of small notes written in cinnabar.
The handwriting was vigorous and majestic, with a domineering air that looked down on the world.
Chu Xuanyi recognized it; it was the handwriting of the founding emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
The comment is only one sentence.
"If the caster and the soul being sought have a fateful connection, they might be able to... defy fate."
Numerology traction.
Chu Xuanyi's whole body trembled, and almost instantly thought of the thing that tightly bound Xiao Yu and Ajiu's lives together...
The same fate curse.
The vicious curse cast by the black-robed high priest that left all of them helpless.
At this moment, it became the only key.
It's a dead end.
It’s also... a way to survive.
“Hahaha…hahahahaha…”
Chu Xuanyi laughed softly at first, then the laughter became louder and louder, more and more crazy, and finally turned into a laughter with tears.
He laughed for a long time, until tears came out and the wound on his chest ached violently.
He struggled to his feet, holding onto the wall.
He picked up the thin jade book and rushed towards the gate of Tongtian Pavilion.
He couldn't even wait for the guard to open the door, and directly used his remaining spiritual power to slam the huge bronze door open with a palm.
"Master Imperial Master."
The guards at the gate were horrified.
But Chu Xuanyi seemed not to hear it at all.
He rushed out of the palace and onto the street, ignoring the horrified looks of all passers-by.
There was only one thought in his mind.
Return to the palace.
Tell the dying man that he doesn't have to die.
The little girl dear to his heart is saved.
"Bang."
The bedroom door of the Prince Regent's Palace, which had been closed for several days, was violently kicked open from outside.
The huge noise caused the dust on the beams to fall down.
The room still looked half-dead.
Xiao Yu sat on the edge of the bed, like a soulless statue.
Hearing the loud noise, he slowly raised his empty eyes and looked coldly at the uninvited guest at the door.
The person who came was Chu Xuanyi.
At this moment, Chu Xuanyi's hair was crooked, his clothes were stained with blood and dust, his face was pale, his lips were cracked, and his eyes were red, like a demon crawling out of hell.
He simply ignored Xiao Yu's murderous look and slammed the white jade book in his hand hard on the table next to him.
"Xiao Yu."
"If you want to save her, let me live."
"way."
"I found it."
Xiao Yu slowly stood up from the bed.
His body shook because he hadn't had any water or rice for several days and he almost fell down.
But he doesn't care.
He held onto the edge of the bed and walked step by step towards the table where the jade book was placed.
Chu Xuanyi squatted on the ground, gasping for breath, but did not go forward to help.
Xiao Yu walked to the table.
He stretched out his hand, but the hand that once held the sword to pacify the world was now shaking violently.
"What is it?"
"Go outside and talk."
Chu Xuanyi stood up, looked around the suffocating bedroom, and frowned, "This is not the place to talk."
Half an hour later.
The lights were on in the study of the Prince Regent's Palace.
Xiao Yu had changed out of his wrinkled casual clothes and donned a clean black brocade robe. Although he was still thin and haggard, his eyes had regained their former calmness and sharpness.
He sat behind his desk, holding the white jade book in his hands, studying every word carefully.
Xiao Yu and Chu Xuanyi sat on both sides.
Xiao Yu looked at Xiao Yu's regained "popularity" and his eyes turned red with excitement, but he didn't dare to make a sound to disturb him. He could only keep winking at Chu Xuanyi.
"What... is... this..."
Chu Xuanyi picked up the hot tea and drank half of it in one breath, only then did he feel that the chill that came from his bones was somewhat dispelled.
He put down the teacup, glanced at Xiao Yu who was still immersed in his research, and explained to Xiao Yu in a low voice: "The forbidden technique in Tongtian Pavilion."
"Forbidden techniques?" Xiao Yu was startled, his voice changing tone. "Xuan Yi, are you crazy? Forbidden techniques are harmful. How dare you use them on your cousin?"
"Shut up."
Xiao Yu, who had been silent the whole time, spat out two words coldly without even raising his head.
Xiao Yu fell silent instantly and shrank his neck in grievance.
Xiao Yu finally raised his head. He spread out the jade book on the table, pointed at the strange formation diagram on it with his fingertips, and looked at Chu Xuanyi.
"The soul leaves the body, enters the Nine Netherworlds, and crosses the River of Oblivion." He recited slowly, "Xuan Yi, how confident are you about this thing?"
He didn't ask whether it was true or not.
He just asked how sure he was.
"Before I saw that last comment, my answer would be... a 100% chance of survival." Chu Xuanyi's voice regained some composure, but still carried an undisguised strain of fatigue. "But now, with the fate curse between you and Ah Jiu, perhaps... a 30% chance of survival."
"30%?" Xiao Yu couldn't help but interrupt again, "That's too low. How is it different from committing suicide?"
"Thirty percent is already defying the heavens." Chu Xuanyi glanced at him and said coldly, "Ordinary souls, let alone entering the Netherworld, will be instantly torn to pieces just by being near its aura. Do you think the Netherworld is some kind of backyard garden where you can come and go as you please?"
Xiao Yu was speechless after being confronted by him.
However, Xiao Yu seemed to have not heard about the frighteningly low success rate at all.
His finger was still pointing at the jade book, and his eyes were filled with an almost paranoid calmness.
"Thirty percent is enough."
As long as it is not zero, even if it is only half, he is willing to gamble.
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