Seeing her innocent expression, Yan Zhaoge did not think much of it as he allowed her to tug on his sleeve.
Hearing Xiao Ai's words, Yan Zhaoge gazed in the direction where she was pointing. He saw radiance flickering above the altar, bright at times whilst dim at others.
Yan Zhaoge gazed up at the altar, not moving, "Xiao Ai, do you know that the stone coffin in which the Dim Radiant Emperor is buried is empty?"
Xiao Ai nodded. "Got it!"
She continued pointing towards the top of the altar, "The Dim Radiant Emperor is right there."
Yan Zhaoge looked rather quizzically at Xiao Ai, "Did he not die at all back then, or did he come back to life?"
This time, however, Xiao Ai shook her head, "Miss says that the Dim Radiant Emperor has indeed perished. However, he secretly set up a mechanism when he was alive, activating a ritual after his death."
"His corpse left the tomb chamber and fell onto the altar, becoming a part of the ritual. Miss didn't explain it in detail at that time, so I didn't quite understand."
Hearing his words, Yan Zhaoge narrowed his eyes slightly into slits, "Oh, like this?"
Xiao Ai explained, "When the young lady went to the altar to take a look, she only said that there was still some time before the ritual was completed. She told me not to disturb it."
"But according to the girl, as long as the radiance on the top of the altar flashes with a fixed rhythm, it is a sign of the completion of the ritual."
Xiao Ai paused for a moment, then added, "Miss said that she also helped to speed up the completion of the ritual. However, it is not convenient for her to stay in the mausoleum for too long, so she arranged for me to rest here. When it is convenient for her in the future, she will come back to wake me up."
At this point, the white-clothed girl looked smilingly at Yan Zhaoge, "Who knew that before this maid could wait for Miss to return, Young Master would instead return."
Yan Zhaoge asked, "How long have you been here?"
Xiao Ai was rather at a loss, "The flow of time in the Dim Radiant Mausoleum is chaotic. This maid is rather uncertain. Still, it should have been a few years, right?"
"Miss said that I would be able to recover in a year, but I have been sleeping for the next few years."
Yan Zhaoge smacked his lips, "Oh, it must have been hard on you at such a young age, spending all your prime years sleeping away."
Xiao Ai shook her head vigorously, her eyes sparkling. "How could that be? To be able to sleep in the middle of a pile of treasures, this servant doesn't know how happy I am! "
She had originally been concentrating on answering Yan Zhaoge seriously.
At this point, he could no longer restrain himself. His two eyes looked around at the surrounding hills of treasures, and he was extremely excited.
From the looks of it, if not for the fact that she didn't want to lose her manners in front of Yan Zhaoge, she really would have wanted nothing more than to pounce on him.
Yan Zhaoge held his forehead.
Not only was she infatuated, she was also a little money-grubber …
Yan Zhaoge could not help but laugh as he shook his head, gazing upwards once more at the highest point of the altar as he fell into deep thought.
Xiao Ai reluctantly looked away from the mountain of treasures and swallowed her saliva. "Young Master, should we go up now?"
Regaining his wits, Yan Zhaoge strode forward, "Why not?"
Xiao Ai cheered and quickly followed behind him.
As Yan Zhaoge walked, he casually asked, "Do you have a famous name?"
"Xiao 'ai is my name." Xiao Ai also answered casually, "My parents died early, so I don't know what my original name was. At first, I was called Xiao Ai, which means sorrow. Afterwards, after following Lady, Lady changed it to Xiao Ai, which means love. "
"This servant wants to follow Lady's surname. Lady said that her current name should be Yan Xue Chuqing. Therefore, this servant will be called Yan Xiao Ai."
At this point, she sneaked a glance at Yan Zhaoge, "That … Young Master, you and Young Master won't object, right?"
Yan Zhaoge smiled, "Of course I won't object. My father probably won't mind as well."
Xiao Ai instantly grinned from ear to ear.
Yan Zhaoge finally stepped onto that altar now. The altar mightily shook.
The radiance in the sky up above gradually condensed into a figure. That figure stood proudly amidst space, a shocking aura surging over!
The heavens and earth before them suddenly turned dim at this moment, radiance extinguished.
Next, a speck of light suddenly lit up amidst the boundless primordial darkness, bright and pure.
That figure that shocked one to the core and almost made one want to prostrate themselves in worship stood amidst light and darkness.
His entire person seemed to have been split into two by a formless boundary, one half shining brightly with bright light while the other merged within the dim darkness, hard to see.
Still, looking over, this person's entire body seemed to be covered by a layer of dim radiance, not bright and dazzling as it was all blurry.
At first glance, the phenomenon of chaos vaguely seemed to be revealed.
While it was only an illusory figure, that shocking aura seemed to cause the entire world to shake.
It was not just this foreign dimension behind the stone door. Even the entire Dim Radiant Mausoleum outside the stone door was shaking as a result, causing the minds of everyone within the mausoleum to waver.
Whether their cultivation bases were high or low, the martial practitioners of the Radiant Light Sect or the Dim Darkness Sect all felt a sense of panic at this moment.
On the altar, Yan Zhaoge gazed at that figure.
He felt like that figure seemed to be gazing at him as well.
That was a middle-aged man with a majestic figure. He wore black clothes and a white robe, his jet-black hair flowing down his back as his brows were pure white.
His eyes were clearly black and white, pure to the extreme. The whites of his eyes seemed to emit immeasurable radiance while his black pupils resembled the deep abyss.
This person was actually just standing there quietly, not gazing at anyone at all.
Still, whether it was Yan Zhaoge or Xiao Ai, they both felt as though this person was staring at them.
Meanwhile, the others within the Dim Radiant Mausoleum all vaguely felt as though a pair of eyes had opened amidst the darkness, gazing intently at them.
While it was only a silhouette, Yan Zhaoge was still able to accurately identify the other party.
The Dim Radiant Emperor, Yin Tianxia!
Still, meeting gazes with this silhouette allowed Yan Zhaoge to finally confirm one thing.
This expert who had once reigned supreme for a time had truly perished.
Otherwise, there was probably no one within the mausoleum who would be able to withstand the might of that 'gaze' of his.
It was just like how when Yan Zhaoge had glanced at Yin Liuhua back then, she had been a dead person.
The difference in strength between the two sides was so great that it was unreasonable.
While he had already perished, he still emanated immense pressure that shook one's soul.
Xiao Ai's cultivation base was low as she was naturally unable to bear it. Still, she emitted a muffled groan before suddenly extending a finger, writing and drawing in mid-air as a massive spirit pattern was drawn a moment later.
The spirit pattern expanded unceasingly amidst space, gradually forming a spirit formation.
As the spirit formation appeared, the pressure brought about by the silhouette of the Dim Radiant Emperor in mid-air instantly lessened.
That was not a defensive formation as its primary use was more for communication.
At this moment, Yan Zhaoge and Xiao Ai seemed to have merged as one with that altar's radiance, no longer being repelled.
Looking at that spirit formation, Yan Zhaoge felt rather taken aback with just a single glance, "Oh, what high attainments in formations. This formation should not be something that a martial practitioner of her cultivation base should be able to control."
As he thought this, Yan Zhaoge extended a finger, making some minor adjustments to the formation that Xiao Ai had set up.
The effects of the formation instantly became more evident.
The silhouette in mid-air transformed into streaks of light once more, descending towards the top of the altar. (Continued to be continued.)
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