Chapter 551 – Speaking of the Past in the Thirteen Mausoleums (1/2)
Chapter 551 - Speaking of the Past in the Thirteen Mausoleums
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
A few days ago, Xu Yourong had said that if one wanted to know the circumstances of the Mausoleum of Books, they could ask someone. Even if the Divine Empress was not willing to say, there was definitely someone else that knew. Since it involved the Mausoleum of Books, who could know more than this man before them? This man had already sat guard within the Mausoleum of Books for several centuries.
She and Chen Changsheng crossed over the limpid canals. Arriving in front of the pavilion, they bowed to the person underneath.
There were already very few people in the world that necessitated her and Chen Changsheng to bow at the same time, but in the end, the person under the pavilion was quite unique.
The number one Divine General of the continent, Han Qing. His seniority was extremely high, his age extremely old, and his cultivation extremely profound. Many years ago, he was already infinitely close to the Divine Domain, and on the battlefield, he was unmatched, the sole person currently in the world that could be discussed on equal terms with those legendary Divine Generals of the past. The likes of Xu Shiji and Xue He were not even worthy of being compared and not even the Storms of the Eight Directions dared say that they could win easily against him.
What made people revere him and emotionally sigh the most was that this general had guarded the Mausoleum of Books for several hundred years and had never once left. It seemed he was going to sit there until his life came to an end.
”Greetings to Sir, I am Xu Yourong. Under the orders of my teacher, I have come before Senior to ask for Senior's guidance on a few questions.”
Xu Yourong softly said as she gazed at the man in the armor.
Because his eyes were obscured, it was impossible to be sure if the man within the armor had opened his eyes or not, but Chen Changsheng could clearly see that some of the dust in the cracks in the armor had suddenly flown out, dancing under the sunlight like countless tiny moths. At the same time, he sensed a gaze like a metal spear falling upon his and Xu Yourong's body.
”Who is your teacher?”
An elderly voice emerged from the depths of the armor. It seemed speckled with rust and weathered by the trials of time.
Xu Yourong replied, ”I come from South Stream Temple.”
South Stream Temple was divided into an outer sect and inner sect, but only the current Holy Maiden or her direct successor could travel the world under the name of South Stream Temple.
The rays of the winter sun fell upon the armor, but rather than making it warmer, it seemed to make it even more chilly, just like the voice coming from the armor.
”Why does she not come herself?”
”My teacher said, at the time, Senior could not answer her question, and now Senior would similarly be unable to answer her questions, so she left the opportunity to me.”
”Then ask away.”
”In the Mausoleum of Books, just how many of the Heavenly Tome Monoliths were stolen away?”
Xu Yourong's gaze, calm and warm, saw through the flying dust and rays of winter light and fell upon the Divine General's armor.
But her question was direct and piercingly cold, like the Divine Path on the south face of the Mausoleum of Books, directly piercing towards the heavens.
Chen Changsheng glanced at her, thinking, Divine General Han Qing has guarded the Mausoleum of Books for several centuries, and what he guards is its Divine Path and its secrets. That there are many Heavenly Tome Monoliths no longer in the Mausoleum of Books but lost in the outside worlds is definitely one of the Mausoleum of Books’ greatest secrets; how could he respond to your question?
Surprisingly, in the next moment, the old and chilly voice rang out from the armor.
”Twelve monoliths.”
Chen Changsheng was rather shocked at this answer, first because Divine General Han Qing had actually answered the question, second because of the answer itself.
He and Xu Yourong glanced at each other and saw the astonishment in each other's eyes—there were twelve monoliths lost outside?
”All of them were taken away by that person?” Xu Yourong asked the man under the pavilion.
”Eleven monoliths.”
”Then what of the other one?”
”Emperor Taizu removed it.”