Big Bodhi

🎵"Watching chess is rotten, logging dingding (chess pieces hitting the board), and walking slowly along the valley at the edge of the cloud."🎵

Yuan Jian held the somewhat yellowed ancient scroll in his hand, and murmured in a low voice, his brows furrowed.

"Your Highness, is there something bothering you? You might as well confide about it with your concubine, and let your concubine share your worries."

A sweet voice came to his ears, and under the snowflakes fluttering, a girl dressed in aqua blue clothes gradually appeared beside him.

Yuan Jian just glanced at her and said nothing. He was still looking down at the ancient scroll in his hand, muttered something incessantly.

The girl leaned closer and whispered, "Your Highness Yuan, Your Highness Yuan?"

🎵"Cangjing is high in the autumn, and the pine roots are pillowed on the moon, and it is dawn."🎵

Yuan Jian’s complexion became more and more unsightly, and he threw the ancient scroll directly on the table, "What kind of crap poem is this? It’s just a song about chopping wood. That’s all, why did senior brother let me comprehend this kind of thing before going to the Holy Land of Yaochi?"

"His Highness, you..."

Yuan Jian interrupted her directly with a wave of his hand: "Can you stay away from me, Miss Shuangling, just consider me begging you, hurry up and leave."

Shuangling’s face was full of helplessness, and said: "Your Highness Yuan, you have been here for 4,000 years since you came to Xiniu Hezhou, and Xingjun is there..."

"I have long been under the door of the Lingtai Fangcun, don’t worry about it anymore," Yuan Jian’s face gradually turned cold, "Shuangling, you don’t know my true thoughts, you can go by yourself, otherwise... don’t blame me for being merciless."

Shuangling had been in Lingwu Realm for several years and has been had pestered Yuan Jian for several years, but Yuan Jian has never shown his intention to leave this place with her.

"Your Highness Yuan has survived the three calamities now and is ranked Taiyi, I am naturally not your opponent," Shuangling’s eyes dimmed slightly, "It’s just that Your Majesty is now suffering from a serious setback, and even the divine position is in jeopardy. If Your Highness Yuan does not go back to the Divine Palace, I’m afraid..."

"Shut up!"

Yuan Jian stood up under the moonlight, his tone became colder, a struggle flashed in his eyes, and he slowly said: "Go away, I have long been out of the Taibai Divine Mansion, no matter what happens to His Majesty Tai Bai Xingjun in the future, it has nothing to do with me."

Shuangling’s tone lowered and said softly: “Your Highness, I have been here for five years, but I never touched you. I ask you once again, have you really thought about it?"

"Really." Yuan Jian turned around and picked up the ancient scroll again.

"When I came, Your Highness Xingjun said,” Shuangling’s voice sounded, "If Your Highness Yuan Jian really does not return, he will hand over this thing to you. So if you completely lose power in the battle for the throne in the West Palace, you can still retain the inheritance of Taibai Divine Palace."

The thirty-three heavenly courts were boundless and endless. It was as vast and endless as the gravels of the Ganges River, and there were countless divine houses in it.

The Taibai Divine Mansion was under the jurisdiction of Emperor Gouchen, one of the six imperial palaces. It is one of the innumerable divine houses under the Xiji Shang Palace. Its divine house held the Taibai star and its subsidiary stars, totaling thirty-nine stars.

Shuangling placed an object on the table and bowed towards Yuan Jian’s back, and her figure turned into a sky full of frost and snow and went away.

Yuan Jian was silent for a while by himself, then turned around and picked up the object on the desk, dumbfounded and speechless.

It was an ordinary token with an extremely monotonous picture on it, just a thin hair engraved in seal script.

But Yuan Jian knew that this token was the root of the Taibai Divine Palace standing up to this day.

Countless years ago, Taibai Xingjun had a coincidental acquaintance with a powerful spirit born out of heaven and earth. The spirit’s fame spread throughout the heavens, shocked the 33 heavens, and stirred up the vast and vast heaven and earth.

Later, this tyrannical creature who turned the world upside down gradually disappeared, and it was said that it had long been returned to the Daleiyin(Great Thunder) Temple in the Lingshan territory.

But Taibai Xingjun got a piece of its hair very early, sealed into this token, and never used it.

Yuan Jian picked up the token, looked down at the strand of hair depicted on it, and could faintly feel that it contained a monstrous power that could split mountains and seas.

"Why have you not used this token personally when the situation in the Taibai Divine Mansion is already so critical?" Yuan Jian raised his head and looked at the extremely distant place of the sky, and murmured softly, "Is it because you want to leave the only chance left in the Taibai Divine Mansion to me?"

He put the token on the table, and looked again at the ancient book that his senior brother had given him and meditated on it.

The token seemed to have been inadvertently turned over by Yuan Jian, revealing the picture depicted on its back.

It was a purple gold Xuantian crown exuding divine light, and two long pheasant feathers rolled up from the crown, revealing its former mighty might.

This crown was called the Phoenix Wing Purple Gold Crown, which originated from the Dragon Palace in the Southern Sea."