Chapter 785 In this world, there is no need for gods and Buddhas!
Master Xinzheng scrambled forward, trying to stop Yuwen Ye, shouting frantically, "Your Highness, Your Highness, you can't! The Scripture Pavilion has—"
Before he could finish speaking, Yuwen Ye had already rushed out.
All the attempts to dissuade him, the shouts, the cries of alarm—all vanished the instant Yuwen Ye charged through the raging flames at the entrance of the Sutra Repository. The wall of fire behind him seemed to instantly shut out all voices. Once inside the pavilion, Yuwen Ye felt an intense heat all around him, the scorching temperature almost blinding him. He could only shield his forehead with one hand, barely managing to open a sliver of his eye to see the situation inside. But it was worse than it appeared from the outside. Flames streaming in through the window had ignited the bookshelves against the wall, where the fire was burning the fastest. Now, only a wall of fire remained, which collapsed with a loud crash the moment Yuwen Ye stood still!
A scorching wave of air swept over him, instantly making Yuwen Ye feel intensely hot!
The burning sensation shot directly from the air to his body, and he felt as if his skin was about to melt. Even so, he still managed to squint his eyes and look around.
The neatly arranged bookshelves became an aid to the raging fire demon, one after another being ignited, flames roaring and thick smoke billowing. A gust of wind that had just rushed into the attic had barely dispersed the smoke, but now, the dark smoke once again filled the entire attic and began to billow outwards.
Only then did a voice come from outside—it was Mu Xian!
He had already relayed Yuwen Ye's orders and was now following closely behind. He probably heard from outside that the Prince of Qin had rushed into the fire and was so frightened that he cried out in alarm!
"Your Highness! Your Highness King Qin!"
But that's not what I wanted to hear!
Where is Ruyi? Where is Shang Ruyi? Where is Shang Ruyi's voice?
Why didn't I see her or hear her cries for help when I came in? Where did she go?!
"As one wishes!"
Yuwen Ye was almost being scorched by the scalding flames, but the unyielding thought in his mind was something that even the fiercest flames could not extinguish. He reached out and extinguished a small flame on the corner of his clothes, and continued to look around.
She fainted, or—
The uneasy thoughts were more unbearable than the scalding flames, and the thick smoke had filled every part of his surroundings, desperately trying to get into his nostrils. Yuwen Ye had been holding his breath, and finally couldn't help but take a breath, but that one breath made him dizzy and he almost fainted!
No, I absolutely cannot fall at this moment!
Ruyi, he hasn't found Ruyi yet, and there's still Empress Dowager Jiang!
He gritted his teeth, enduring the waves of heat washing over him, and continued walking forward. But after only one step, he felt something trip him up. Looking down, he saw an overturned table in his blurry vision, with a blanket underneath that was already on fire.
This is--
Just as Yuwen Ye was greatly surprised, but the current situation, which left him no room to think and even made him more anxious, a gust of wind blew in from behind.
"Your Highness!"
A familiar voice, tinged with terror amidst the scalding breath, rang out. Yuwen Ye turned around and saw Mu Xian and two other young monks rushing in, their blankets soaked with water. The two monks carried buckets of water and hurriedly began splashing it on Yuwen Ye. Mu Xian immediately grabbed Yuwen Ye, shouting, "Your Highness, get out of here!"
"open!"
Yuwen Ye struggled, but the sudden splash of cold water startled him, and he froze for a moment. Taking advantage of this moment, Mu Xian pulled hard, and with the help of the two monks, they finally dragged Yuwen Ye out of the pavilion.
Once he escaped the inferno, although the area around the Scripture Pavilion was already sweltering, Yuwen Ye still felt a sense of relief.
It was as if the layers of restraints binding his chest had been suddenly broken free. Fresh, cool air rushed into his nose and filled his entire chest. Yuwen Ye couldn't help but cough violently, gagging forcefully as he coughed. A large mouthful of dark saliva gushed from his throat, which felt like it was being cut by a knife. Only then did he feel much better.
Looking back, the raging flames had almost engulfed half of the library.
His eyes turned completely red. He shoved aside Mu Xian and the others who were protecting him, and tried to rush in, but everyone around him stopped him. Normally, no one could stop this ferocious beast, but at this moment, his body was burning hot, and there were even a few flames on his clothes that hadn't been extinguished. Even though he had breathed a sigh of relief, he was already dizzy from the thick smoke and couldn't even distinguish what was dangerous or what was desperate.
He simply wanted to find himself again—
"Your Highness!"
Just as Yuwen Ye was frantically pushing through the crowd and about to rush into the sea of fire, Master Xinzheng suddenly knelt at his feet, shouting, "Your Highness, we can't find anyone inside, and... and—"
"what else!"
Yuwen Ye's eyes were bloodshot as he stared at him fiercely, as if he were about to tear the person in front of him apart completely, no, not just the person in front of him!
if……
If Shang Ruyi really perished in the fire...
If she's really not here...
Then there would be no gods or Buddhas in this world, nor would there be any need for them!
Seeing the King of Qin with his eyes bloodshot and bulging like a ferocious beast, even the well-informed Master Xinzheng was stunned. He had experienced and witnessed many things in his life, but he had never seen anyone so ferocious and insane as if they were possessed by a demon. The words he was about to say were abruptly blocked by fear, and he fell silent.
Just then, a faint voice came from behind them—
"Your Highness..."
The sound was very faint and soft.
Even weaker, like a gentle breeze barely perceptible in a raging fire.
The entire courtyard surrounding the Sutra Repository was thrown into chaos. Everyone was frantically shouting and making a complete mess of things. But Yuwen Ye, who was breathing heavily and was more frantic than anyone else, suddenly froze. He stood motionless, as if trying to determine whether the voice was real or just his imagination, or as if waiting for the voice to become more real.
Then, a more realistic voice rang out, softer and weaker than before.
But it rang in Yuwen Ye's ears like a thunderclap—
"Feng Chen, I'm here!"
Yuwen Ye took a deep breath and suddenly turned his head!
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