Chapter 1722 “Heavenly Flame Monarch (2)”
First Elder raises his head and met Di Cang’s gaze: “The only thing we know is that Monarch has some sort of vendetta against you. Your Majesty, can you think of some enemy in the Outer Domains that would do this?”
Furrowing his brow, the demon king appears displeased: “If I can think of a name then you think I would be here asking you?”
Stammering for a proper reply to that rebuke, the old senior quickly bowed his head in apology for saying something so stupid. Nevertheless, it doesn’t change the fact that they had no way to investigate the matter. Unless they could head out to the outside domains, what other means do they have?
……The Demon Mountain.
Inside the bronze gate, Bai Yan had just finished adjusting her eyes to the bright light with her boy in tow when she noticed the walls around herself. This place she came into was a long corridor painted with murals depicting a series of demons bowing their heads toward a single entity sitting atop of a throne. She’s seen this setup before, specifically the room where she saw those statues and the secret alchemic manual she got.
Bai Yan naturally wanted to figure out who this individual was since the person would likely be the one responsible for all this. Sadly, that face on the wall had been blurred out perhaps with age or a deliberate attempt by the painter itself. She leaned more towards the latter since everything else in here appears pristine on the surface.
“Mother, what is all this?” Bai Xiachen asks as he bit his thumb.
Bai Yan smiled and explained what she knew: “I am not certain either, but I’ve seen this arrangement before. The first time were all in the form of statues that’s neatly arranged like those in these wall paintings, but it didn’t have the portrait of that woman at the end. I do remember the fox statue though. You see son? That silver fox at the forefront is sprawled in a kneeling pose, yet its expression doesn’t look submissive at all does it? I can tell the lady who made this has a fantasy prone personality.”
“Mother, what is a fantasy prone personality?” The steambun asks with a confused face.
Patting her son’s head to answer: “It’s when a person has an overactive imagination. Sometimes they are so deep into their fantasies that they can’t distinguish between reality of imagination anymore.”Enlightened, the steambun heavily nods: “I see. I feel so sad for that lady then, why must she fantasize about all this? Isn’t it better to live life as it is?”
“I don’t know. She’s likely sick or something.” Caressing her chin, Bai Yan suggests: “Let’s go further inside, I want to see the sort of treasure in here that could make Suzaku willingly safeguard it for a millennium.”
Before long, the pair had come to the end where a table sat in the middle, its surface covered in dust and cracks like it would shatter with a single pat.
“Mother, do you know what that table is for?” Bai Xiachen hurriedly ran over to check up on this where he found a small booklet at the top. Naturally the boy wasted no time to offer it up to win some points.
Bai Yan happy accepted the gift from her son and began to flip the pages. It’s just that instead of getting through the book and be amazed by its content, she instead found a letter after the cover – it’s a diary type of letter.
“Since then, my soul has been floating around in a perennial stasis. Others are unable to communicate with me, nor are they able to see me, all I can do is watch the world as an outsider to kill off my boredom.”
