My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion-Chapter 97 - 80 Who Deserves It? (5k two-in-one)_3

"The remains of the Tushan Clan—her body is sealed in different places within the underground palace."

Chen Yi stated directly.

Yin Weiyin turned his head, startled and puzzled, looking at him.

This man spoke with such certainty, but in this world... no one has ever emerged alive from the Tushan Underground Palace. How could he be so confident?

"What’s wrong, thinking about me?"

The man asked with a smile.

Yin Weiyin snapped back to his senses, quickly suppressing his expression, and said calmly:

"What you said isn’t without reason; let’s look at the inscriptions."

As he spoke, the female crown extended her hand, pointing to the inscription on the tripod, and said:

"This character, it’s a ’sun’ character attached to an axe, likely the earliest form of ’emperor’."

"How did you deduce that?"

"In the modern ’emperor,’ there’s the character for ’king.’ In ancient inscriptions, ’king’ was depicted as a hanging axe, and in the Ancient Era, those who ruled by strength were called kings. This ’sun’ character linked with the axe forms the character ’emperor.’"

After explaining simply, Yin Weiyin continued:

"The emperor, being great, signifies brilliance and beauty. Thus, Suiren, Fuxi, and Shen Nong are the Three Emperors."

On the large tripod, following the ’emperor’ character, there was a small figure symbol.

Recalling for a moment, Chen Yi said:

"This is the ’heaven’ character? This sequence reads: Sovereign Heaven and Earth."

Yin Weiyin glanced at him in surprise, momentarily frozen.

Then she asked:

"Did you study ancient script?"

"No, but I... know what it means."

Chen Yi replied vaguely.

Having read through too many instances in the Tushan Underground Palace, he frequently came across similar patterns—one could make educated guesses.

"Know what it means..." Yin Weiyin’s eyes gradually deepened, seemingly lost in thought.

He had earlier been so certain about the remains in the underground palace being of the Tushan Clan, and now he discerned the meaning of the script. Could it be that my divination was wrong? Could he truly possess the Heavenly Vision?

Chen Yi scanned the surroundings, taking in the scene before him, glancing at the massive tripod, and something came to mind.

This place... seemed familiar.

Call it luck, but of all the randomized zones, he had stumbled upon the first one he’d ever encountered.

Chen Yi turned around and, following his memory, approached the sacrificial pit on both sides.

The lifelike corpses retained their appearances from when they were alive. Guided by his memory, Chen Yi arrived at a particular corpse, which was clutching a turtle shell—it appeared to be a witch.

The corpse seemed to be merely resting, as though it might resume breathing if left unattended.

Chen Yi stretched out his hand, taking the turtle shell.

The moment the shell touched his hand, in an instant, the witch’s corpse withered away, shriveled rapidly, and transformed into a skeleton, then disintegrated into dust, scattering into nothingness.

A soul erupted with force, rushing into Chen Yi’s mind in an instant.

A roaring flame blazed; in a daze, he found himself standing amidst the vast and desolate primordial wilds.

Before an ancient altar, an archaic man lightly tapped the copper tripod, standing immovable amidst the roaring fire, offering sacrifices to the heavens. Clad in green robes, he cast a disdainful glance at the witch.

A tremor...

Chen Yi seemed to sense the witch’s terror, their limbs trembling as they prostrated themselves on the ground.

It felt as though that man was the embodiment of divine will on earth.

The witch, shaking with fright, uttered eight words in the world’s oldest language to the archaic man:

"Sovereign Heaven and Earth, the gods are restless..."

Chen Yi gradually returned to reality, looking down at the turtle shell in his hand, clutching his head, feeling somewhat unsteady.

"Who... was that..."

Chen Yi murmured to himself as he struggled to recall.

"Xiahou... Qi?"

Standing nearby, Yin Weiyin observed this scene, quickly stepping forward.

Though part of her felt schadenfreude, her life was currently bound to Chen Yi’s; concern overtook her.

"No matter... This turtle shell is the key; you must burn it in the tripod."

Chen Yi handed the shell to Yin Weiyin.

The female crown, puzzled, glanced at Chen Yi but complied regardless, reciting incantations as she used magic to ignite the shell in the tripod.

Not long after, the bronze door gradually began to open.

Yin Weiyin’s pupils contracted; she couldn’t resist asking:

"You... really don’t have the Heavenly Vision?!"

Chen Yi gave no reply.

Faced with the slowly opening bronze door, Yin Weiyin lowered her gaze, her face darkening. His confident deductions, the ancient script, and now the turtle shell—all of it resembled the insights of someone precognitive, navigating the treacherous Tushan Underground Palace effortlessly...

He must have the Heavenly Vision, undoubtedly the Heavenly Vision. It must be her own flawed Taoist skill, her mistaken divination. Now that Min Ning had resolutely rejected her and would never ascend the mountain with her, then, in the pursuit of the path to immortality, why not seek the guidance of someone with the Heavenly Vision? Temporarily binding herself to this man—what harm would there be?

Thinking of the path to immortality, her hatred for Chen Yi diminished slightly.

Chen Yi narrowed his eyes as he looked at her.

Before Yin Weiyin could speak, Chen Yi preempted her and asked:

"What’s this, do you wish to marry me?"

Yin Weiyin hadn’t anticipated having her heart seen through. She froze for a moment, then stiffened slightly and said:

"I am the Taichua Goddess, a descendant of the Imperial Line... And yet, what of it?"

Before the path to immortality, all grudges and grievances seemed trivial, too trivial. Even though she and Chen Yi harbored resentment toward one another—what did it matter? If she extended some grace in the future, yielded a little, he should understand the arrangement. But she hadn’t expected this mere mortal to shake his head leisurely and reply:

"You’re not worthy."

Yin Weiyin froze, her face pale at first before flushing crimson with anger.

"My thanks to Goddess Yin for her consideration, but given Goddess Yin has tried to harm and kill me multiple times, to take you as my principal wife, you are, indeed, unworthy."

Looking at the woman who had attempted to murder him numerous times, Chen Yi smiled faintly.

Chen Yi turned and strode ahead.

Yin Weiyin’s face grew dark as water, her voice raspy with fury as she asked:

"Then who is worthy?"

From his lips, she heard a name that stood lofty and unapproachable:

"Yin Sword Mountain’s Sword Armor, Zhou Yitang."