Chapter 261 I have to open it even if it means my life
"stop."
Chu Xuanyi grabbed him.
"Let me go, Xuanyi." Xiao Yu struggled hard, "Can't you see, he can't hold on any longer."
"I saw it." Chu Xuanyi lowered his voice very low, "So you can't go in."
Doctor Sun walked out of the room, glanced at the emotional Xiao Yu, then glanced at Chu Xuanyi who was blocking him, sighed again, shook his head, and staggered away.
"Why?" Xiao Yu looked at Chu Xuanyi in confusion. "Are we just going to watch him endure it all alone in there? He'll end up dying of exhaustion."
"No one can persuade him now."
Chu Xuanyi looked at the closed door with heavy eyes.
"Do you want to go in now and tell him your condolences, tell him that the dead cannot be brought back to life, or tell him to cheer up?"
"These words were not comfort to him, but a knife."
“The person who tied the bell must untie it.”
Chu Xuanyi's gaze fell on the lonely figure inside.
"If we can't find a way to save Jiu, he will continue to wither away like this until his last bit of life is gone."
"So, what we can do is not to persuade him."
"It's to give him... hope."
Xiao Yu leaned against the pillar, and his whole body seemed to have been drained of bones.
"Hope, where is there any hope?"
"Even the 'living king of hell' said there's no cure. My soul is gone. How is this any different from a direct death sentence?"
"Xuan Yi," Xiao Yu raised his head suddenly, his red eyes filled with pleading, "You're the smartest. Come up with a solution quickly. My cousin...he's really going to die."
"If medicine doesn't work, then try something else."
After a long while, Chu Xuanyi finally spoke, "He won't die, and I won't let him die."
"Another way?" Xiao Yu was stunned. "What way?"
Chu Xuanyi didn't answer and turned away.
"Hey, Xuanyi, where are you going?" Xiao Yu chased him for two steps, but only saw his figure disappear behind the moon gate of the palace.
Chu Xuanyi did not return to the Regent's Palace, nor did he return to his own Imperial Master's Palace.
He went straight into the palace.
The journey was smooth and with the help of the imperial teacher's golden seal, he came to the deepest part of the imperial palace, a forbidden area that even the current emperor could not easily set foot in.
Tsutenkaku Tower.
This is the foundation of the Great Zhou Dynasty and the ultimate treasure house that houses all confidential books and rare books since the founding of the country.
Legend has it that this place is well versed in astronomy and geography, and contains the secret of immortality as well as the curse of destruction.
Only emperors and imperial masters of all dynasties are qualified to enter this place.
"Greetings, His Excellency the Imperial Master."
The two golden-armored guards guarding outside the attic immediately knelt on one knee when they saw Chu Xuanyi.
"Open the door." Chu Xuanyi uttered two words expressionlessly.
"yes."
The two guards stood up, each took out half of the tiger's hilt, put the two together, and embedded them into the three-meter-high bronze door.
"Crack—"
The huge door that had been sealed for who knows how many years slowly opened a crack inward.
An ancient scent mixed with old books and sandalwood hits you in the face.
Chu Xuanyi walked in without any hesitation.
Behind him, the huge bronze door slowly closed again.
There was no light in the attic, but it was as bright as day.
The light came from the huge night-shining pearl on the dome, which was made of an unknown material.
Beneath the light, there are rows and rows of huge bookshelves that are so high that the top is invisible.
The bookshelf is made of thousand-year-old agarwood, and is densely packed with various files, bamboo slips, jade books, and even tortoise shells and animal bones.
Any item here, if taken out, would be enough to cause a stir outside.
But Chu Xuanyi didn't even look at it.
He walked straight to the center of the attic, where there was a huge Bagua plate.
He stretched out his hand and injected the spiritual power in his body into it.
"Buzz."
The entire Tsutenkaku tower shook slightly.
Immediately afterwards, the huge bookshelves around began to move and change positions on their own, making a "clicking" sound.
This is the indexing method of Tongtian Pavilion, which can only be driven by the blood and spiritual power of the national teacher.
Fine beads of sweat appeared on Chu Xuanyi's forehead.
His lips moved silently as he uttered the incantation.
"soul."
"soul."
"The Netherworld."
"Return."
He was looking for all records related to souls.
As he chanted his spell, rows of bookshelves passed by him, and occasionally one or two bamboo slips or jade volumes would automatically fly out from the shelves and hover in front of him.
Chu Xuanyi picked up a scroll and quickly scanned it with his spiritual sense.
"The Soul Search Record" records the magic spells used to torture the souls of prisoners, but it is useless.
He threw it away.
Pick up another scroll.
"The Study of the Soul" records how to appease the dead souls and save the resentful spirits, but it is still useless.
Throw away.
Soul-Raising Technique, Soul-Guiding Lamp, Soul-Gathering Banner...
One book after another, one volume after another.
They are all spells targeting the souls of dead people or the residual souls.
No, not a single one.
There is no book that records how to pull a complete, living, but forcibly locked soul back to the human world from the underworld.
Time passes quietly as I flip through the pages with disappointment.
one day.
Two days.
Chu Xuanyi did not sleep or eat.
His eyes were bloodshot, and his once spotless white robe was now covered in dust and wrinkled.
He seemed to have been drained of all his energy and spirit, and was only struggling to hold on with a paranoid will.
He can't fall down.
In the Regent's Palace, there was another person who suffered even more than him.
If he gave up, there would really be no hope for that person.
"Where exactly is it?"
Chu Xuanyi punched the wooden frame beside him, and his knuckles instantly became a bloody mess.
"There must be a way, there must be."
He seemed to be crazy and increased the output of spiritual power.
The shaking of the entire Tongtian Pavilion became more and more violent.
The speed at which the bookshelves moved was getting faster and faster, almost causing gusts of wind.
Finally, his spiritual consciousness was almost exhausted and on the verge of collapse.
“Click.”
An extremely slight strange sound came from the wall on his left.
Chu Xuanyi turned his head suddenly to look.
On the wall made of a huge piece of obsidian, a stone brick that was originally perfectly integrated with the wall was actually sunken inward, revealing a secret compartment that was only wide enough for one hand to fit into.
Chu Xuanyi's heart started beating wildly.
He staggered over and reached into the secret compartment.
The fingertips touched a strange material that was as smooth as jade, yet had a hint of metallic coldness.
He pulled it out with force.
That is a booklet.
A jade book made entirely of some unknown white jade.
It is neither paper nor gold, it feels very heavy in the hand, and the surface is extremely smooth, but there is no writing on it.
What's even more strange is that the entire jade book is wrapped in a layer of light purple light.
That is... a restriction.
Moreover, it is an ancient restriction of extremely high grade and powerful.
Chu Xuanyi's expression instantly became extremely solemn.
Anything that can be sealed by this level of prohibition must contain earth-shattering and even unnatural secrets.
He didn't hesitate.
He sat cross-legged, placed the jade book flat on his knees, and formed seals with his hands. The spiritual power in his body surged towards the layer of purple light without reservation.
"puff."
The moment the spiritual power came into contact with the restriction, Chu Xuanyi's body trembled violently as if it had been hit hard, and a mouthful of blood spurted out directly onto the white jade book.
The power of the ban was far more overbearing than he had imagined.
It is not only resisting, it is even fighting back.
Chu Xuanyi's face turned pale as paper, and his meridians felt like they were pierced by countless red-hot steel needles, causing him excruciating pain.
His consciousness also began to become hazy.
But he didn't stop.
He bit his tongue to force himself to stay awake, his eyes bloodshot, and almost in a self-harming manner, he madly rushed towards the restriction with the cultivation he had practiced for more than 20 years.
Broken meridians can be restored.
The lost skills can be practiced again.
But Xiao Yu and Ajiu only have one life.
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