Walking by the Abyss on Thin Ice

Chapter 281 – Elder Bai Ze

Zuo Songyan was extremely sad in his heart, and it took a long time for him to calm down.

The legend of the first generation Holy Emperor ascending to immortality has been passed down for a long time.

Therefore, the first generation Holy Emperor became the object of worship for all spiritualists and the ultimate spiritual sustenance for all spiritualists. People in later generations, like the saints of all generations, also hope to ascend to immortality because of the first generation Holy Emperor's ascension.

Everyone, even the saints, only has a lifespan of about a hundred years. Some people may even die before reaching a hundred years old. In the five thousand years since then, no one has ascended to immortality except for the first generation Holy Emperor.

The only Holy Emperor who ascended has become a symbol and the last hope.

And now, Hakutaku has extinguished this hope in an instant. It's no wonder Zuo Songyan's mind is in turmoil and he can't control himself.

Su Yun is young now and cannot understand this kind of emotion.

"Since the chaos caused by the Pan Yang Rebellion, the Tongtian Pavilion has shown many anomalies. Later, because of the relationship with the Tower Master, the anomalies were slightly reduced. But after his death, the anomalies resurfaced."

The previous Hakutaku had only one goat horn, but there was another goat horn inserted in his left ear, disguised as an ordinary little white sheep, with a pair of glasses, looking harmless. He said to Su Yun, "In these years, I heard that you are fighting for the orthodox position. It has been decades and there is still no Tower Master."

Su Yun smiled and said, "We are still fighting. I am the Tower Master of Yuan Shuo, and there is also a Tower Master overseas. The male and female have not been determined yet."

Hakutaku said, "The elders of the Tongtian Pavilion don't care about race, so whether the Tower Master is from Yuan Shuo or another race, it doesn't matter to me. In this Tower Master dispute, the elders will only support whoever you determine to be the orthodox."

Su Yun's heart trembled slightly, thinking of the Brave Troops, another elder of the Tongtian Pavilion who was in charge of the pavilion's wealth. He asked tentatively, "How many elders are there in the Tongtian Pavilion?"

"Seven."

In the city of Yundu, the lights were just lit, and people hurriedly passed by. The capital of Da Qin was filled with clouds and mist, and the water vapor carried a strong smell of disaster.

Yundu was named after this.

The little white sheep shook its tail and walked through the crowd, saying, "I saw your symbol of the Tongtian Pavilion, and there is a book on it. I know you are looking for me. The other elders won't actively look for you. They will only appear after you become the Tower Master."

Su Yun quickly followed the little sheep. The mist in the street became thicker and thicker. The people in front were almost invisible, and they could only be seen when they were illuminated by the disaster lamps when they approached.

There were many Pan Yang carriages on the street, and the huge Pan Yangs shuttled through the clouds and mist, spewing fire and smoke from their mouths and noses, which was quite frightening in the mist.

Hakutaku led them through one alley after another, and entered a small alley near the imperial city of Yundu. Su Yun looked up and saw that it was a somewhat quaint house, with disaster lamps hanging on it.

Compared with other places, this place seemed a bit old-fashioned. The houses were low and didn't match the city like Yundu.

The little white sheep stood up, took off the goat horn on its left ear, and inserted it into the keyhole of the door, rotating it forcefully. The door opened.

The little white sheep pushed open the door and said to everyone, "Follow me."

Su Yun and the others followed him into this ancient house by the street. The house was built of stones, warm in winter and cool in summer, but it was not big. It looked like an ordinary house.

The little white sheep closed the door, hung the goat horn key behind the door, lit the disaster lamp, and said, "Please sit down, I'll go check if the tea is ready."

Su Yun, Zuo Songyan, and Xing Jiangmu sat at the table. After a while, the white sheep came to the table with a steaming kettle and gave each of them an old tea bowl, pouring a cup of tea for each person.

The tea was green and fragrant.

The white sheep placed the teapot in the center and picked up the tea bowl.

Su Yun, Zuo Songyan, and Xing Jiangmu also picked up their tea bowls. The three of them and the sheep sat at the table, drinking tea. The hot steam rose from the tea bowls and gathered in the air above the tea table.

At this moment, suddenly, the sound of water surged, and a wave came from nowhere, sweeping Su Yun, Zuo Songyan, Xing Jiangmu, and the sheep into the water.

Su Yun, Zuo Songyan, and Xing Jiangmu quickly jumped up in a hurry and looked back in astonishment. They couldn't help but be stunned. They saw that their figures, along with the sheep, were incredibly huge, sitting outside the sky, each holding a tea bowl!

"It's the spirit realm! We have entered a strange spirit realm from the mist emitted by the tea water!" Xing Jiangmu exclaimed in surprise.

Su Yun looked forward and saw a large tree covering an area of more than ten acres appeared by the small river. There were small houses hanging on the tree, only three or four feet tall, like red apples on the tree. The houses were complete and obviously inhabited.

He looked up and even saw the sun, shining brightly and sprinkling on the houses on the tree.

Some little girls who were only as tall as books pushed open the windows of the houses and flew out, dancing around the fruit tree.

There were also some boys who were even shorter than these little girls. The hair on their heads was like the tip of a brush. They were neatly dressed and walked out from behind the doors.

Su Yun blinked and saw the white sheep jump out of the water, shaking off the water on its body.

"Why is it daytime here?" Su Yun was puzzled."Here, it is always daytime, and there has never been a night." Bai Yang casually threw Su Yun's book to a flying book girl.

As the girl tore the book and ate its pages, Su Yun's book was swallowed, and a series of question marks suddenly appeared above the girl's forehead. She exclaimed in surprise, "Huh, my mind suddenly gained some strange knowledge!"

The book was bought by Su Yun and was meant to be breakfast for Ying Ying. Su Yun had never read its contents and had no idea what strange knowledge it contained.

"The girls here are all book monsters, while the boys are pen monsters."

Bai Ze no longer disguised himself as a goat and revealed his true form. He was slightly smaller than the previous Bai Yang, and his fur was more delicate and smooth.

Something was shaking inside the vortex pattern on his back, and suddenly, two small wings popped out of the pattern with a "pop pop" sound.

Su Yun even doubted whether these palm-sized wings could fly.

Bai Ze flapped his wings hard, and the wings fluttered like the wind, finally lifting him off the ground.

He flew in front of Su Yun, raised his front paw to push up his glasses, and stared at Su Yun's face with a serious expression. "Whenever something significant happens in the Heavenly Tower, it will be recorded here. From the Holy Emperor's expedition to the current exploration of the overseas by the Heavenly Tower, all the major events in history are recorded here!"

He struggled to lift his front paw and held Su Yun's cheeks in his paws, his expression becoming even more serious. "You are not yet the true master of the Heavenly Tower, but since Yuan Shuo has chosen you, as an elder, I have the authority to give you the opportunity to access the records. You must cherish this opportunity and not abuse it!"

Su Yun's mouth was pinched by him, and he reluctantly agreed.

Only then did Bai Ze let go of him, flapped his wings hard, turned around, leaned forward, and flew towards the fruit tree. "As an elder, I have no objections whether the Tower Master is a person from Yuan Shuo or from another tribe. Although most of the previous Tower Masters were from Yuan Shuo, I treat everyone equally. So, I will not favor you. Whether you can become the true Tower Master depends on yourself."

Zuo Songyan couldn't help but ask, "But isn't the Heavenly Tower founded by people from Yuan Shuo?"

Bai Ze turned his head, glanced at him, and shook his head. "It is true that many of the first-generation members of the Heavenly Tower were from Yuan Shuo, but there are also us, the seven elders. We are not from Yuan Shuo, and some of us even have unfriendly feelings towards Yuan Shuo. For example, me. I was originally practicing peacefully, not caring about worldly affairs, and then..."

His eyes twitched, his rectangular pupils shrank, and his body trembled slightly. "That lascivious dragon came looking for me, captured me, and forced me to draw a picture of Bai Ze for the Holy Emperor..."

He recalled that tragic history, and tears welled up in his eyes.

"What lascivious dragon?" Xing Jiangmu asked curiously.

"It is a yellow dragon with a pair of golden wings. It claims to be able to fulfill any request, but in reality, it is arrogant, conceited, and despicable. Its brain has been turned into muscles, and its brain size is only as small as a sesame seed..." Bai Ze cursed angrily.

The book monster girls in the small house on the fruit tree flew out one after another, wearing various dresses, flapping their paper wings to hover in the air, curiously observing them.

These book monsters were all beautiful, with a fragrance of books emanating from their bodies.

While Bai Ze was still cursing, Su Yun shivered in his heart and thought, "Could it be that this lascivious dragon is Winged Dragon? It is said that Winged Dragon was a war god and had unparalleled strength in the first generation of Holy Emperors, but his reputation doesn't seem to be that good... I must not let him know that I know Winged Dragon!"

"...Despicable Winged Dragon! Tower Master Su, which period of history do you intend to search for?"

Bai Ze stopped cursing and said, "The records here span from four to five thousand years ago to the present, covering everything, not only history but also the truth about the destruction of the previous world that the Heavenly Tower has been researching. The contents in the memories of each book monster are enough for you to read for several years."

"Several years?"

Su Yun was startled and quickly connected to his spiritual realm. With a slight movement of his mind, a corner of the spiritual realm invaded by the Yellow Bell, a spiritual technique of the Yellow Bell, appeared. Ying Ying sat on the wall of the bell and looked over.

When she saw so many book monsters, she couldn't help but be surprised and flew up.

Bai Ze was also surprised to see Ying Ying flying over and said, "So, it's Scholar Ying. The last time I saw you was 150 years ago. At that time, you were still a little girl."

However, Ying Ying did not remember him.

Bai Ze sighed and said, "You have been dead for more than 150 years, and you have become a book monster as the reincarnation of Scholar Ying. You have inherited some of Scholar Ying's profound memories, but some memories have completely disappeared and cannot be retrieved."

Su Yun coughed and said in a deep voice, "Elder Bai Ze, I want to access the history of the Pan Yang Rebellion."

"The Pan Yang Rebellion?"

Bai Ze looked deeply at him and then said, "Bring out all the books related to the Pan Yang Rebellion!"

More than ten girls with long wings flew out and lined up in front of Su Yun.

These girls' sleeves fluttered as they passed through the air, and countless words and patterns were reflected in the air.Su Yun suddenly saw that the western continent was shrouded in darkness, everywhere was engulfed by rolling disaster fires, and disaster ashes fluttered in the air. Herds of sheep, as large as mountains, were wandering in the darkness, their eyes burning like disaster fires.

———The sheep walked in the dark fog, their eyes burning like disaster fires, emitting roars like primordial beasts: May Day asking for monthly tickets! Are there any guaranteed monthly tickets?