Chapter 571 - 285: A Future Without You Is Not the Future I Want

Chapter 571: Chapter 285: A Future Without You Is Not the Future I Want

Zhang Mengxian was the first to discover it, and stared at it for a while. Ji Mingyu also only noticed it after a delay.

Chu Xuan gazed at the Celestial Daoist Book floating in the beam of light, his face showing a look of joy!

Then he became tense, thinking the Celestial Pool Secret Mansion might be closing soon. Would there still be time?

At this moment, the stone book was already unfolded, with no text on it, just scenes that flickered into view, some clear, some blurred, constantly changing.

Even Pei Shurou didn’t know how to activate the Celestial Daoist Book; it seemed that what scenes one could see depended entirely on luck.

Just as Chu Xuan was worrying about the chaotic and inconsistent images jumping around on the book, Ji Mingyu said dazedly, "Chu Xuan, I see you..."

Chu Xuan rubbed his eyes, still seeing nothing, "What kind of scene is it?"

Ming Yu murmured, "It’s something that happened before I knew you. You took a little girl to visit a brothel, and then she chased you around, hitting you..."

Chu Xuan was immediately embarrassed; this must have been during the Celestial Evil Period. That girl should be Qi Lian, Little Princess Qi, a deadpan and proud girl. That time he deliberately teased her, saying he would take her to a ’good place she had never been before’ for fun.

When Qi Lian found out the truth, she wished she could strangle him.

These memories surfaced in Chu Xuan’s mind, making him suddenly feel melancholy. But he quickly shook his head; now was not the time to think about these things.

He was about to ask Zhang Mengxian if he saw anything as well when suddenly the images on the Celestial Daoist Book started to become clearer.

Chu Xuan held his breath; it was a grand hall shrouded in mist, with no boundaries in sight, and towering white jade pillars reaching into the clouds.

At the topmost place sat a white-clothed Emperor, whose face was hazy, with flowing immortal garments, seated on a lofty white jade throne, casting a blazing bright gaze that seemed to carry supreme majesty and was too overwhelming to face directly.

On both sides of the hall stood civil and military officials, their faces equally blurred and difficult to distinguish, but mostly appearing to be celestial beings.

Suddenly the white-clothed Emperor spoke, "The mortal realm is bound to face this calamity, as several Saints have long foreseen."

"Since the decree was issued, the Twenty-eight Constellations, Nine Luminaries, Twelve Great Cronies, Five Directions Revealing Truths, Four Worthy Officials, Eastern and Western Starry Emissaries, Northern and Southern Guardians, Five Sacred Mountains and Four Rivers, Universal Astros, and Galaxy Spirits are all tirelessly working for this matter."

"However, there is still one major mission that needs to be executed by one destined individual."

"This individual must possess a sincere and kind heart, empathize with humanity under the heavenly will, be resolute and fearless of sacrifice."

"What do you all think, who can undertake this heavy responsibility?"

The Emperor’s words were calm, not particularly exalted, but carried a sense of steadiness and composure.

Yet as soon as he finished his speech, the entire grand hall fell silent enough to hear a pin drop, with celestial beings observing nose and heart, not daring to breathe, mainly because of the phrase "fearless of sacrifice," which made them cautious.

After all, whether born as celestial spirits or cultivators attaining this level, who doesn’t cherish their own life?

You might say recommend someone else? Wouldn’t that breed enmity?

Of course, it’s not like there are no heroes among the immortals. Just as someone was about to ask for clarification on what kind of mission it was, a charming maiden in a goose-yellow long dress, arms draped in ribbons, stepped forward from the crowd.

In this scene, her face was the only one clearly visible, and this fairy, with serious expression, volunteered herself:

"To the Celestial Emperor, I am willing to undertake this responsibility!"

When the maiden appeared, Chu Xuan almost screamed, Jiang Yiyi!

That’s not all; among the crowd, Chu Xuan also saw another familiar figure, seemingly Cyan Lotus Daoist Palace’s long-ascended founding patriarch, Cyan Lotus Daoist—had it not been for having seen his portrait, it would have been hard to recognize him.

When Jiang Yiyi emerged from the crowd, the patriarch tried to subtly hold her back, but failed, merely shaking his head in silence.

The Emperor glanced at her, "Oh, Cloud Fairy, you have always been idle; I never thought you would have this awareness."

"My peers, do you have any objections? Feel free to voice them."

It was rare for someone to volunteer and take on this task; naturally, the immortals had no objection, and none were eager to compete for it.

The white-clothed Emperor lightly nodded, "Jiang Yiyi, receive the decree."

Jiang Yiyi immediately knelt on one knee, presenting her hands, and the Emperor spoke golden words, mystical golden characters erupting continuously until they transformed into a scroll of celestial decree, falling into her hands.

Chu Xuan couldn’t hear what the Emperor said, couldn’t even decipher the mouth movements, only saw the expressions of the immortals change furiously.

Even Jiang Yiyi’s face turned pale for a moment, then she bit her lip, eyes becoming more resolute, "I accept the decree!"

The Emperor nodded, "Your descent to the mortal realm this time is to save the Three Realms and Six Paths, to rescue all beings. Remember before ’Heavenly Change,’ do not overly deplete your powers; otherwise, at the final moment, you might fall short."

Jiang Yiyi nodded solemnly in agreement.

"Then that’s settled, prepare to descend in three days."

With these words, the scene on the Celestial Daoist Book completely blurred and disappeared.

Chu Xuan watched, furrowing his brows—just like that? Is it over?

Based on what Jiang Yiyi had told him before, this moment should be when she received the decree in the celestial court.

From what he saw, it might involve self-sacrifice by the ancestor. How could she be so foolish?! No wonder her close friends would try so hard to obstruct her, even resorting to feeding her "Forget River Water."