Chapter 352: This Page of the Heavenly Book Is Not Yours

Chapter 352: This Page of the Celestial Scripture Is Not Yours

“Will this aura attract attention?” Zhao Changhe asked absently, watching the fusion process.

“With my shielding, there’s no need to worry about that.”

“So if I take it out later, you’ll shield the aura too?”

The Blind Girl hesitated for a moment, seeming uncertain.

Zhao Changhe roughly understood—she wasn’t really by his side all the time. More likely, she was like a CPU with who knows how many cores, observing countless things, with only a fraction of her attention on him.

If she had to constantly shield the aura, it might be troublesome, as if she’d have to follow him.

After a long hesitation, the Blind Girl finally said, “Can’t you just not take it out? Keeping it in the ring works the same as tucking it in your bosom, doesn’t it?”

“Probing into the ring with my mind is still a bit strenuous for me now. I won’t do it casually unless necessary.”

“It’ll be much easier once you break through the First Secret Treasury.”

“So this ring can shield the Celestial Scripture’s aura?”

“Of course…” The Blind Girl said, “This ring has a significant origin. Do you know what it is?”

“It shouldn’t be something of the Black Tortoise’s. It belongs to the Night Emperor?”

“Yes.” The Blind Girl hesitated again, then explained, “This isn’t just any ring of the Night Emperor’s; it was his personal ring before he attained the Dao. Its symbolic meaning is very strong.”

Zhao Changhe seized the opportunity to ask, “Besides the sword blank and the Mountain and River Atlas in this ring, there’s also a token—pitch black with nothing on it. Do you know what that is?”

The Blind Girl didn’t beat around the bush and directly replied, “That token was a duty token the Night Emperor gave to the Black Tortoise to facilitate sword forging. Paired with the ring, it essentially means ‘seeing this is like seeing me.’ Otherwise, the Four Symbols wouldn’t listen to each other, and the Black Tortoise wouldn’t have had it so easy in his work… But don’t think it’s of great value. The temporary duty has long since dissipated, and no one recognizes this thing now. Its greater value actually lies in being meltable—the material happens to be used to complete the sword forging.”

Zhao Changhe didn’t dwell on what the token was for. He had plenty of strange tokens already—the blood token Ying Wu sold for a pittance, the ink jade token Ye Wuzong gave as a bet. If this token could be melted for sword forging, at least it was useful: “The Black Tortoise listed the sword-forging method and the missing materials. I didn’t look closely. If the token can be used as material, what else is missing?”

The Blind Girl said, “A layer of Night Drifting Sand is missing. That’s not important. What’s important is that you lack its meaning… Sword forging is still too early for you.”

Truly all-knowing…

Zhao Changhe couldn’t help but say, “Can’t you just appear before me and talk? Does it have to be in dreams?”

The Blind Girl replied, “I’ve only been talking this much with you because of the Celestial Scripture. Once this is done, I’ll leave. Why should you care whether I appear or not?”

With a soft “heh” laugh, she added, “You want to see me? Then try hard to dream of me.”

Zhao Changhe rolled his eyes. “You’re quite the enchantress, aren’t you?”

The Blind Girl’s heart skipped a beat, but she said nothing.

Zhao Changhe had only spoken casually without much thought, because at that moment, the fusion of the Celestial Scripture was complete.

It shone with golden brilliance, but not blindingly so. Instead, it felt very soft, as if he were bathed in radiance, warm and comfortable.

The Celestial Scripture didn’t provide energy for cultivation, but the energy it contained within itself—where did it come from? Did its very existence represent the energy reactions of the entire world?

Uncertain. It seemed that Ying Wu’s collection of secret realms made some sense—the more complete the world, the more beneficial it would be for the world’s “ascension,” drawing closer to the power of gods and demons.

Everyone was doing different things, but in the end, they all pointed toward the same goal.

The golden light gradually faded. The two pages became a “bound edition.” Though a “bound edition” of just two pages was a bit shabby, like a product brochure, it could barely be called a “book” now—no longer a single page.

The material of the gold foil had changed, becoming something like the yellow silk of an imperial edict, only harder, as if layered a thousand times. This also caused the new page, which had originally been so lofty that even its material couldn’t be discerned by touch, to turn into this yellow silk version. The two pages were connected, able to open and close.

Unfolding it, there were still no words, but faint patterns appeared.

The patterns were landscapes of mountains and rivers, similar to what he had seen in the secret realm before. He could feel a profound meaning within. When he probed with his mind, he felt as if he were in a lush green landscape, with nothing else.

But this time, the green mountains and clear waters didn’t seem like VR anymore. It felt like it had evolved beyond MR—truly like a new world.

Zhao Changhe tentatively asked, “Am I still here?”

The Blind Girl almost laughed but understood what he meant, so she replied, “Yes. That’s just your consciousness connecting with the Celestial Scripture, forming a separate mental world. Your physical body hasn’t entered the world within the book.”

“…Is this something I, at the mere ninth level of the Mystic Gate, can accomplish?”

“You’re already infinitely close to the First Secret Treasury. In fact, some Secret Treasury experts might not have stronger mental strength than you. What you lack is integration, not absolute attributes.”

“So now that I’m connected to this mental world, what next? There’s nothing here. Where’s the old man who imparts wisdom through top-of-the-head transmission?”

The Blind Girl said coldly, “Do you want me to crack open your skull? Then pour in that stuff you like to smear—would that count as top-of-the-head transmission?”

Zhao Changhe: “…”

In the span of two sentences, a celestial maiden drifted gracefully out of the landscape before him, treading on waves, ethereal as wind brushing snow, her eyes gently closed, like a goddess descending from the clouds.

Zhao Changhe stared wide-eyed.

You said to try hard to dream of you—and here you are?

Wait, no. When had the Blind Girl become so beautiful?

Before, when he said she was beautiful, countless internet creeps in the modern world would sneak peeks at her, but that was still within the normal human understanding of “beauty.” And the few times he had seen her before, she had maintained the same attire as when he saw her in modern times—a black warrior outfit, short hair, like a fortune-telling shamaness, but more like a female assassin lurking in the shadows.

But this time, she wore a celestial robe, her sashes fluttering, making her look like Tang Wanzhuang. Her hair had grown longer, her aura became immortal, and even with her eyes closed, she seemed like a goddess.

Was this the purpose of unlocking the Celestial Scripture? To watch you change outfits?

Zhao Changhe almost spat out blood. What was he risking his life for? To watch gold foil turn into a brochure, and then to watch you change clothes?

It would be better if you took them off… Wait, no, that won’t do either!

“Don’t be so restless and impatient.” The Blind Girl drifted before him and sighed. “This page of the Celestial Scripture is about the Way of Nature. The scene in your mind naturally aligns with this meaning. I haven’t changed clothes; it’s just that under the influence of this environment, you naturally present me this way in your heart.”

Zhao Changhe: “…How do you know what I’m thinking?”

“I can see myself in your eyes.” The Blind Girl sighed again. “To be honest, whether you can gain any benefit for your cultivation by deeply comprehending this page of the Celestial Scripture is uncertain. After all, it doesn’t really align with your path. It can only serve as a reference for analogy and a tempering of your state of mind.”

Zhao Changhe caught the implication: “You mean there are other benefits?”

“When you look at me, who do you think of?”

“…Tang Wanzhuang.”

The Blind Girl let out another “heh.”

Zhao Changhe kept a straight face and said nothing.

“So, if this page of the Celestial Scripture doesn’t correspond to her, who else could it correspond to?” The Blind Girl said calmly. “If you want to treat Tang Wanzhuang’s problem, there is nothing else in the world more suitable than this page of the Celestial Scripture. Not even your Spring Return Technique can do it…”

Zhao Changhe jolted: “Explain. Why can’t the Spring Return Technique work? I think its effects are pretty amazing. If I cultivate it deeper, why can’t it cure a mere lung meridian?”

“She isn’t actually injured in the lung meridian. That’s just a misunderstanding based on appearances… Her injury is in something more profound and mysterious, not something that physical healing can fix. Otherwise, do you think Xia Longyuan couldn’t cure a mere lung meridian? Or was he so heartless that he wouldn’t? No. Even if it was just to keep a loyal minister capable of working, he wouldn’t have refused to treat her. He’s heartless, but not stupid. It’s purely because there really was no way.”

Zhao Changhe said, “Then how can this Celestial Scripture cure her?”

“She told you to slow down and get closer to the realm of nature. You return the same to her—nature. As for how to do it, the Celestial Scripture is in your hands. You figure it out. Why ask me?”

“…”

The Blind Girl’s figure slowly faded: “You’ve been figuring out the gold foil on your own from the start. Figure out this page on your own too. I won’t appear for a while. Take care of yourself.”

Zhao Changhe felt that the Blind Girl’s cryptic way of speaking was nothing but revenge for his process of figuring out the gold foil.