Chapter 802 I Don’t Believe in Fate
Ye Xuanyue’s eyes blinked slightly.
Was everything… because of that drop of golden blood back then?
Her eyes blinked again, but she clenched her lips tightly without saying a word.
Because Ye Xuanyue suddenly remembered… that drop of golden liquid that had inexplicably merged into her body back then!
She steadied her mind, then continued to look down at the carvings.
She did not know who had painted these bas-relief carvings. The style was a bit messy, but the general meaning was still understandable.
The first person who merged with that drop of golden blood later became the founding emperor of the Imperial Dynasty.
The Imperial Dynasty began to contend with the sects.
Ye Xuanyue’s gaze fixed on these murals.
But later, the Imperial Dynasty discovered something was wrong—because those who merged with the blood, although their cultivation strength increased very quickly, once their Bloodline was awakened, their lifespans shortened.
It was as if they suffered from some kind of curse.
They traded lifespan for astonishing cultivation strength in a short time!
That first founding emperor, even though his cultivation strength was unparalleled through the ages, and he even forcefully subdued the most powerful cultivator of the sects at that time, making the sects submit, his lifespan was not very long.
So the Imperial Dynasty and the sects formed a relative balance.
Ye Xuanyue took a deep breath.
This was undoubtedly one of the biggest secrets on the Lingtian Continent.
She did not know who had carved these things here.
But these murals answered many questions in Ye Xuanyue’s heart. She lowered her head, intending to continue looking, but then she heard the slightly trembling voice of the young man beside her.
"If that’s the case, Xuanyue, you wouldn’t also…"
His voice paused slightly, as if he did not dare to continue.
He knew this girl very likely bore this unique Bloodline Power as well. But if so…
Ye Xuanyue’s expression was very calm.
She had vaguely speculated about this matter a long time ago.
"I would rather choose powerful ability. Besides, it might not be that bad—if it really comes to that, perhaps there is a way to break it."
"Right now, at my age, there’s no need to worry about such distant problems."
Leng Moran looked at the girl beside him, wanting to speak but stopping himself.
He could not imagine at all what he would do if the girl beside him truly had a short life.
He would definitely go mad.
His eyes held a trace of anxiety, but after a pause, he forced himself to calm down.
If it was true—if the Bloodline in Xuanyue would make her life short—he would definitely find a way to break it.
This power… there had to be a way to break it.
There had to be a way.
He would not turn a blind eye.
Ye Xuanyue herself was completely calm, with no panic at all.
And Little White said in a low voice,
"Master’s lifespan need not be worried about for now. Master’s Bloodline Power hasn’t erupted yet—and Master is probably different from the others in the Imperial Dynasty."
Its tone seemed as if it knew something, yet could not explain clearly.
So it sounded somewhat vague and obscure.
Ye Xuanyue thought her little Spirit Beast was comforting her. She gently stroked its back.
She knew Spirit Beasts had very long lifespans—if that day really came, she would take the initiative to sever the contract with her Spirit Beasts, find a way to set them free.
Little White blinked its eyes, but unusually, it did not speak.
Its eyes held a peculiar brightness, as if it were thinking about something.
Ye Xuanyue raised her head and continued to look at the murals—these murals depicted many battles of that time. She looked through all of them. Apart from this matter, other things seemed relatively unimportant.
Leng Moran’s gaze held a hint of worry as he looked at the girl in front of him, then he spoke softly.
"What exactly does the Purple Emperor want you to get for him?"
Ye Xuanyue silently glanced at the corridor ahead, then said in a low voice,
"The thing the Purple Emperor wants, he said it’s at the deepest part of this place."
She walked forward a few steps, then spoke again.
"Let’s continue further inside."
This place was not actually a special treasure-hiding location. Apart from some rather useless murals and statues, there was nothing left.
Ye Xuanyue walked forward seriously, but suddenly froze slightly.
Leng Moran did not know why Ye Xuanyue beside him suddenly stopped.
She crouched down. Her gaze fixed intently on a corner ahead, then she glanced at the small fox on her shoulder.
Little White was extremely in sync with her. It instantly burrowed in.
There was actually a hole there, though it looked very inconspicuous.
The little fox burrowed in for a while, then came out with something in its mouth.
It was a small piece of animal hide, hidden in that corner.
Ye Xuanyue stared motionlessly, feeling an inexplicable familiarity. Leng Moran looked at it twice, then suddenly said softly,
"Do you remember the Auction House before…"
Ye Xuanyue suddenly remembered.
This piece of animal hide was somewhat similar to the one Nuonuo had used to leave a message before.
By the looks of it, it seemed to have been taken from the same Spirit Beast.
But how could that be…
Ye Xuanyue picked up the animal hide. When she saw the familiar handwriting, she even felt a bit dazed!
How could this be…
How could Nuonuo leave a message here as well?
It was not possible. Nuonuo was not from the Imperial Dynasty’s Imperial Family. In Ye Xuanyue’s earlier speculation, she had guessed that perhaps only the Imperial Family—the Imperial Dynasty’s Bloodline—were qualified to enter here.
The astonishing facts revealed by the hidden bas-relief carvings also proved this.
This place was very likely a secret stronghold built by the predecessors of the Imperial Dynasty’s Imperial Family!
But how could Nuonuo get in?
Ye Xuanyue’s brows furrowed tightly.
The handwriting on this animal hide was indeed Nuonuo’s, but it appeared extremely hurried. Yet, the handwriting had a deep brown color. Ye Xuanyue initially found it strange, but after thinking carefully, she understood.
Because it was not written with a pen.
It was… written with blood.
The more so, the heavier it felt.
Ye Xuanyue took a deep breath, then continued reading.
"I don’t believe in fate."
These four words were hastily written and thrown into this corner.
Ye Xuanyue stared motionlessly, feeling that these characters revealed a faint despair and sorrow, yet also a kind of stubborn, wild defiance!
She looked up, hesitated for a moment, but still chose to put the animal hide into her space.
Then Ye Xuanyue blinked her eyes.
Her voice was very low.
"Let’s go."
And when she walked to the next place, the moment she saw the portrait hanging ahead, Ye Xuanyue suddenly realized… how Nuonuo had gotten in.
A faint light illuminated the portrait.
The woman’s smiling face was very bright.
Ye Xuanyue recognized it at a glance.
It was her mother.
Here…
There was actually a portrait of her hanging. Who had brought it in was self-evident.
Ye Xuanyue stared at this portrait. Her Spiritual Power silently spread toward it, but suddenly she felt… on this portrait, there was actually a hidden fluctuation of Spiritual Energy!