My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion-Chapter 909 - 537: Chu Tomb (Triple Bonus Combined 3-in-1)_2

Chen Yi suddenly realized something, the chaos caused by the White Lotus Sect came out of nowhere, all because of the Secret Realm, nobody expected it beforehand.

If that's the case, they must have unearthed the Secret Realm of Ancient Chu, which gave them the ability to incite sect chaos.

The Chu people excel at ghost and deity worship, coincidentally, the White Lotus Sect is best at exorcising and driving away spirits.

"Do you think there might be a deity unearthed behind the White Lotus Sect?"

The Old Saintess replied, "It's hard to say."

Though it was only two words, even if not certain, it stirred up waves in Chen Yi's heart.

As his thoughts fluctuated,

A slight creaking sound came, and in his peripheral vision, the corpse seated behind the altar seemed to be slowly expanding, only then did Chen Yi realize all the feathered garments on the corpses were fluttering without wind, the matted layers of down were heaving and turning.

The lips of the Immortal on the seat began to slowly move, as if speaking,

The breeze swept through, and Chen Yi heard the faint murmurs:

"Return, O soul...why linger afar?"

...….

O soul, return, why do you still remain far away?

Chen Yi walked forward holding the torch, his heart quite unsettled, he knew that the White Lotus Sect mixed various deities and Buddhas, yet its teachings were shallow, people called its followers dull and obsessed, revering any deity as a god of the White Lotus Sect, but he truly did not expect the White Lotus Sect could dig up such an ancient tomb.

This indeed had to do with the chaos on the brink of eruption in the world, but the number of tomb robbers was vast, yet to truly steal from such a place requires skill, importantly, searching across the immense Chu Land, the fact that the White Lotus Sect could pinpoint this location is quite intriguing.

Chen Yi could not help but ponder deeply, now the "Mother of Non-Birth" behind the White Lotus Sect, just which Ancient Deity is she.

Yin Tingxue followed closely behind Chen Yi, quietly asking, "Chen Yi… what about those people?"

"I don't know, maybe they're all dead." Chen Yi replied.

Yin Tingxue's brows furrowed, she did not speak.

Chen Yi knew she had a naturally compassionate heart, he merely sighed lightly, right now it's most critical to find the corpse of Donggong Ruoshu.

The stupid girl floated alongside, she examined the surroundings eagerly, not a hint of tension, as if she were out for a spring outing.

Chen Yi walked at the front with the torch, unlike what he saw in the underground palace, there were no scattered jade artifacts, bronze vessels, nor accompanying burial skeletons anywhere in the corners of the tomb passage, in fact, since entering he only saw several feathered Immortal corpses, Chen Yi had not seen any other corpses here, there were no burial coffins along the way.

Only endless murals.

Bird of Phoenix pecking snakes, dragonfish transforming, deer antlers erected crane, snake head human body, dense and endless murals seemed drawn with a single stroke, without any breaks, made one's scalp tingle.

As he continued deep down the tomb passage, there flowed an unusual silence around, Chen Yi could only hear their breathing, footsteps, he had reached the Third Rank, sharp of eyes and ears, yet in such vast space, no other sounds could be heard.

Deep, profound.

The gods on the murals silently majestic.

It was unclear how long they walked, Chen Yi saw the end of the tomb passage was a stone wall with dense lines intricately carved, like palace gates, the murals extending from the hall to the end of the tomb passage stopped here.

The gate split with a fissure allowing passage for about three to four people, Chen Yi immediately entered through, rounding the gate, the scene before him suddenly opened up, as if a world of its own.

His gaze extended inside, the altar was circular with menacing cracks, decorated as if resembling a heavenly altar, complete with drapery, copper tripod, incense burner, banners, and so forth, all ritual tools were present, yet the central magic platform was empty.

The platform only had ancient complex symbols, painted with vermilion as the base, the patterns were drawn in black and gold.

"This is..."

"Zhurong, a god platform for worshiping the ancient Fire God Zhurong." The Old Saintess suddenly spoke, "Chu people pride themselves as descendants of Zhurong, poem goes, 'Offspring of Emperor Gaoyang, I am Bo Yong, my dear ancestor'."

"Zhurong?"

Chen Yi murmured, nowadays, Buddhism, Taoism, Confucianism coexist as the three teachings, the rest mere nine streams, ancient matters long forgotten, hidden in fragments, Chen Yi knew little more than average people, only vaguely recalling ancient times, Gonggong contended with Zhu Xiu, in anger struck Buzhou Mountain, breaking the heaven pillar, the heavenly gate cracked.

Thinking of this, Chen Yi suddenly asked: "Who is the 'Emperor' you're referring to?"

"Gaoyang, or perhaps...Zhu Xiu."

Chen Yi's expression slightly changed, heart suspicious, he quickly asked again: "What relation does Zhu Xiu have with Zhurong?"

"As far as I know, Zhu Xiu is Zhurong, or more accurately...one of Zhurong." The Old Saintess paused, saying, "In endless ages past, Zhurong was a divine title, those in that position were known as Zhurong, Zhu Xiu was Zhurong, Dayu was also Zhurong, ruling over the fires of the land."

Receiving the answer, Chen Yi was supposed to nod in affirmation, but he immediately asked bluntly: "How do you know this?" he suddenly thought of something again and said slowly: "Your Ming'an Divine Sect worships fire, does it worship Zhurong?"

"Fire worship?" The Old Saintess laughed coldly, "We don't just worship fire, we worship 'bright,' the bright is light, which is the Ming Venerable, anything with bright we worship, yet people misunderstood our fire worship as peculiar, hence mockingly called us Fire Worship Sect, but if placed in ancient times, who knows what is peculiar."

"But you got one thing right, our Divine Sect indeed has a Zhurong position, merely it's not called Zhurong, but..." she paused, slowly uttering syllables, "World-Holding Bright Envoy."

Chen Yi held two pages of golden paper in his arms, all were Divine Sect scriptures, he had yet to study them closely, and though he understood Ming'an Divine Sect, his knowledge was not as deep as the Saintesses, hearing now the Old Saintess said Zhurong is the World-Holding Bright Envoy as mentioned in the Divine Sect, he was more puzzled, thus could only temporarily remember first.