Chapter 981 986, 987: Civilization Fault, Application of Profound Yellow Qi_2

Without Wu Mi's interruption, Chen Mo should have been more focused on reading, but his peripheral vision suddenly caught sight of Wu Mi without clothes, with wet footprints on the floor. Chen Mo immediately realized something was wrong, quickly put down the ancient text in his hand, got up, and ran over to embrace Wu Mi.

"Mi'Er, I'm sorry. I was too engrossed in reading earlier and neglected you," Chen Mo explained. "This ancient text is something I had someone get from Chen Cultivator. I wanted to see what it records about celestial manifestations."

"It's nothing, Your Majesty, you..." As Wu Mi spoke, she realized something was wrong with her voice.

Chen Mo naturally heard it, quickly turned Wu Mi around, and then noticed, "Mi'Er, you're crying?"

Wu Mi's eyes were a bit red.

"No, it's... just water in my eyes." Wu Mi raised her hand to rub her eyes, avoiding Chen Mo's gaze.

"And you say you're not." Chen Mo pulled her to the dresser, holding her on his lap, gently caressing her cheek, and softly said, "I'm sorry, it's my fault for not noticing your emotions."

Wu Mi couldn't hold it in anymore, buried her face in Chen Mo's shoulder, and began to sob uncontrollably.

Before the eastern tour, Chen Mo was almost busy every day with Nalan Yiren and Yue Ruyan.

On the road during the eastern tour, it was hard enough for the three to take turns to share the bedchamber.

When it was finally her turn, Chen Mo was reading by her side, and remained indifferent to her teasing. Although Wu Mi was the Empress, she was also a woman, and seeing this, she couldn't help but feel sad.

So, at the moment she released Chen Mo and turned around, Wu Mi felt increasingly aggrieved, but she held onto her dignity, not wanting to express her feelings, only able to silently cry in her heart.

At the moment Chen Mo embraced her, she lost control, her words laced with tears, being discovered by Chen Mo.

Chen Mo gently patted her back, allowing her to vent, while her tears soaked his shoulder.

After a while, Wu Mi's emotions calmed considerably. She raised her eyes to look at Chen Mo and softly said, "Your Majesty, don't blame yourself. It's just that I am too sensitive."

Chen Mo leaned in to kiss the tears at the corner of Wu Mi's eyes, then rested his forehead against hers and chuckled, "Silly, clearly it was me who didn't take care of you, yet you push the blame onto yourself."

"I want to be Your Majesty's silly person for a lifetime." Wu Mi nudged her head against Chen Mo's, then kissed him on the lips before sitting upright and said, "You continue reading, Your Majesty, I'll go make the bed."

Chen Mo wrapped his arm around her slender waist, preventing her from getting up, and laughed, "Let's read together."

"Mhm, mhm."

Wu Mi sat in Chen Mo's embrace, picked up the ancient text from the dresser, inquiring where Chen Mo had read until, then quickly moved her finger to the place he had been reading.

"Huh, Your Majesty, something's wrong."

At this moment, Wu Mi noticed something amiss, and said, "From what I understand, during the Cyan Emperor's time, writing was hieroglyphic and recorded on bone fragments or animal skins. But why is this recorded on paper, and the writing isn't the hieroglyphic writing from the Ancient Times?"

"Yes, Mi'Er, you're correct. Chen Cultivator said the original was recorded on a tortoise shell, but that tortoise shell was lost over three thousand years ago. This ancient text was transcribed by an ancient person over three thousand years ago," Chen Mo said, picking up another ancient text from the dresser that he had already finished reading, "The Cyan Emperor's time was thousands of years before this ancient person's time, but those thousands of years aren't recorded in detail in historical records, only a few sparse phrases. The civilization we know of can only be traced back to the Cyan Emperor. What about before the Cyan Emperor? Therefore, I can't help but suspect there might be a civilization gap in between, and it may have happened more than once."

There was something else Chen Mo didn't say. The celestial manifestation during today's Fengshan, and the Mysterious Qi that merged into his body, made Chen Mo wonder whether those mythical stories were true or half true. Did the Celestial Emperor and gods they worshipped ever exist here? Otherwise, why would there be feedback from worshipping them?

This made Chen Mo think of the Blood God Seal. It's not something people like them could create. Could it be related to the gods?

Wu Mi pondered for a while before saying, "Your Majesty, actually, others have questioned this before. For example, those profound Cultivation Techniques passed down to present. Some have investigated their origins, trying to find out who created them, but most Cultivation Techniques and Martial Arts have no traceable origin. Their histories can only be traced back to 3,200 years, then they vanish."

Hearing this, Chen Mo fell into silence.

He thought of his past life, where people's understanding of ancient times, aside from passed-down historical records, came partly from archaeology.

There was a phrase circulating online from that time.

The truth of history is buried underground.

But in this world, there is no archaeology.

Nor is there any Tomb Raider Captain.

He couldn't possibly organize people to dig up ancient tombs, could he?

It would violate this world's ethics.

It would be opposed by the people.

And all of this is just his speculation, thinking about it isn't realistic.

Bringing his thoughts back.

Chen Mo took the ancient text from Wu Mi's hand, placed them all on the dresser, then picked Wu Mi up, heading towards the bed, and smiled, "Let's not worry about this, let's rest."

Wu Mi wrapped her arms around Chen Mo's neck, her cheeks slightly blushing, and gently nodded.

...

Half an hour later.

Watching the exhausted Wu Mi who had passed out, Chen Mo tidied up her hair in front of her forehead, then sat down in meditation.

With a single thought, the Golden Crow in the depths of his Dantian lit up its eyes, and Chen Mo's soul left his body.

Chen Mo didn't fly out of the room; he just wanted to see if, after his soul merged with that Mysterious Qi, the time for Soul Travel would be extended.

At the moment his soul left his body, he sensed something was wrong.

He actually felt the wisp of Mysterious Qi merged into his soul.

Not only that, he discovered he could use his thoughts to control this Mysterious Qi.

Chen Mo's eyebrows raised.

He gathered this wisp of Mysterious Qi in his right hand, then reached for the teacup on the table.

A magical scene occurred. Normally, being a Soul Body, his right hand should pass through the teacup, but he actually picked up the teacup.

To experiment, he switched to his left hand, not using the Mysterious Qi, and his left hand passed directly through the teacup.

He gathered the Mysterious Qi into his left hand, and only then did he pick up the teacup.

Afterward, he tried it with the table, the vase, etc., and could easily pick them up.

"With this, how about using it to attack..."

Chen Mo attempted to mobilize this wisp of Mysterious Qi in his body, aiming at the vase on the table not far away. With a thought, the Mysterious Qi shot from his Soul Body, and in a blink of an eye, the vase shattered.

After shattering the vase, the Mysterious Qi quickly returned to his body.

Chen Mo was astonished.

"What's wrong?" At this moment, Wu Mi woke up groggily from the commotion, saw the shattered vase, and immediately called out to the meditating Chen Mo on the bed.

"Mi'Er." Chen Mo called.

"Your Majesty?!"

Wu Mi was startled and suddenly alert, because she heard the voice coming from the direction of the desk, while Chen Mo was clearly sitting beside her.

Chen Mo was also shocked.

He had just tried to gather the Mysterious Qi in his throat, and then speak, and Wu Mi could hear him.

"Mi'Er, don't be afraid, it's me, I'm Soul Traveling?" Chen Mo floated in front of Wu Mi and said.

Wu Mi couldn't see Chen Mo's Soul Body; she could only nervously reach toward the direction the voice came from, naturally grasping nothing, her arm passing directly through Chen Mo's Soul Body.

"Your Majesty, is that you?"

"It's me."

"Your Majesty, how can you speak... no, how can I hear your voice? I thought that while Soul Traveling, others couldn't hear you speak?"