e-booksonline Chapter 141 Cold
Chapter 141 Cold
Fan Xian was already on the ground, pointing at Ye Tian, his lips trembling, but he couldn't utter a single word. His worldview, his philosophy of life, was utterly shattered at this moment by Ye Tian's earth-shattering declaration! Resurrecting his mother? This was a hundred times more bizarre and unbelievable than his own transmigration and rebirth!
After their initial shock, Zhan Doudou and Si Lili, the two peerless beauties of Northern Qi, looked at Ye Tian with even more fervent and morbid worship!
"Your Majesty," Zhan Doudou's voice trembled violently with excitement. She looked at Ye Tian, her eyes shining with an almost reverential light, "Can you really...can you bring back to the mortal world that fairy Ye Qingmei, who changed the entire world, was revered by women everywhere, and was hailed as the 'greatest woman of all time'?"
She paused, her voice tinged with barely suppressed longing and curiosity: "That, that is the most revered idol in the hearts of all women in the world, the one I admire most! If, if I were fortunate enough to witness Fairy Ye's unparalleled beauty, I, I would gladly die for Your Majesty, without any regrets!"
Si Lili quickly echoed, her voice charming, but her eyes filled with the same fervor and longing: "Yes, Your Majesty! I am already intimately familiar with and deeply admire the legendary deeds of Empress Dowager Ye (she had already revered Ye Qingmei as Empress Dowager in her heart)! She founded newspapers to enlighten the people; she built factories to enrich the country and strengthen its military; she advocated gender equality and challenged conventional etiquette—every single one of these deeds was groundbreaking and unprecedented! She is simply a female bodhisattva who descended to earth to save all living beings, the highest, brightest, and never-fading star in the hearts of all women who refuse to be ordinary! If I could see her, hear a single word of her teaching, I, I would be willing to pay any price! Including my humble life and everything else!"
Looking at their fervent and worshipful expressions, Ye Tian understood. He knew that his mother, Ye Qingmei, had long been deified in this world, especially in the hearts of women, becoming an immortal legend and idol.
He smiled slightly, a rare tenderness and reminiscence flashing in his eyes: "My mother was indeed a unique and radiant woman. Her thoughts, her breadth of mind, and her talent far surpassed those of her time, and could even be said to have far surpassed the limitations of this world itself."
He paused, as if lost in some memory, his voice becoming somewhat distant: "I've heard Uncle Wuzhu mention bits and pieces about my mother's past. For example, she personally designed and built a glass factory so that the people of Kyoto could have affordable glass windows in the cold winter, not hesitating to become an enemy of those powerful and wealthy merchants who hoarded and speculated; she also founded the world's first newspaper to expose the darkness of the court, using sharp words to awaken countless numb souls; she even personally led Uncle Wuzhu to raze a local tyrannical family that was causing havoc in the area for a peasant girl she didn't know and who had been wronged."
Ye Tian casually recounted a few short stories about Ye Qingmei. There were no earth-shattering achievements, but in the details, her compassion, her challenge to injustice, and her wisdom and freedom that transcended her time were revealed.
Everyone in the hall, including Ku He and Fan Xian, listened with rapt attention, their admiration and respect for the legendary woman who, though they had never met her, was already famous throughout the land.
After the story was finished, the atmosphere in the hall eased a little, no longer as tense as before, or filled with fear.
Ye Tian then asked Zhan Doudou, who was already prepared, "Is the secret room available?"
Zhan Doudou quickly bowed and said, "Your Majesty, as you instructed, we have found the most secluded and secure Xuanbing Palace deep within the inner palace. It is isolated from the outside world and no one will disturb us there."
"Very good." Ye Tian nodded, and then, with a thought, the Xuanbing coffin emanating a chilling aura, and the crystal-clear "Reincarnation Lotus" seemingly containing boundless life force, appeared out of thin air in the center of the hall.
Without saying another word, he picked up the ice coffin (which now felt as light as a feather to him) and, surrounded by key figures such as Wu Zhu, Fan Xian, Ku He, Zhan Doudou, Si Lili, Haitang Duoduo, and Sang Wen, headed straight for the Xuanbing Underground Palace.
Inside the underground palace, the air was chilling. The walls on all sides were made of ten-thousand-year-old black ice, and in the center was an altar also carved from black ice.
Ye Tian carefully placed the ice coffin on the altar, and then took out the "Reincarnation Lotus".
As soon as the Lotus of Rebirth appeared, the entire underground palace was filled with a rich life force and peaceful Buddhist light. The lotus was divided into nine grades, and each petal was engraved with mysterious and unfathomable runes, as if expounding the supreme truth of the cycle of life and death.
"Whether Mother can be reborn depends on today!" A resolute and expectant look flashed in Ye Tian's eyes.
He took a deep breath, sat cross-legged in front of the altar, formed hand seals, and the vast immortal energy within his body, which had reached the "Land Celestial Being" realm, and the divine power of the "Heavenly Thunder Technique" that controlled all thunder, began to slowly circulate!
He muttered incantations, reciting an ancient incantation that was obscure yet seemed to contain the ultimate truths of the universe—it was the supreme secret method for activating the lotus that the system had transmitted into his mind along with the "Lotus of Reincarnation" as a reward.
As he chanted, the lotus of reincarnation suspended in mid-air began to slowly rotate, emitting an increasingly brilliant and holy nine-colored glow!
Ye Tian suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze flashing with divine light! He pointed his fingers like a sword and gently drew a line across his brow!
A drop of blood, as pure as purple-gold glass and containing his life essence as a "terrestrial celestial being," seeped from between his brows, then transformed into a stream of light and shot into the ever-spinning Lotus of Reincarnation!
"Buzz—!!!"
Nourished by Ye Tian's life essence blood, the Reincarnation Lotus instantly shone with dazzling light! The entire underground palace was enveloped by the nine-colored glow, and an indescribable, terrifying power, seemingly capable of reversing yin and yang and turning life and death upside down, began to gather within the lotus!
"Go!" Ye Tian shouted, pushing forward with both hands!
The lotus of reincarnation, which had accumulated supreme divine power, transformed into a nine-colored rainbow and gently yet firmly merged into the Xuanbing Coffin, into Ye Qingmei's exquisite body that had been asleep for nearly twenty years!
Time seemed to stand still at this moment.
Everyone held their breath. Their eyes were fixed on the ice coffin, afraid of missing the slightest change.
One breath, two breaths, three breaths
I don't know how much time passed; perhaps it was just a moment, or perhaps it was as long as a century.
suddenly!
"Click, click,"
Without warning, fine cracks appeared on the incredibly hard ice coffin!
Then, under the extremely tense gazes of everyone—
Inside the ice coffin, the stunningly beautiful woman, Ye Qingmei, lay quietly. Her long, butterfly-wing-like eyelashes trembled slightly!
Then, just like that!
Her eyelids, her eyelids started twitching!
"It moved! It moved! Miss Ye, Miss Ye, she, she moved!!" Wu Zhu's unique electronic synthesized voice became extremely sharp and filled with an unbelievable tremor at this moment due to extreme excitement and ecstasy! His tall body trembled violently due to uncontrollable excitement, and the iron shovel in his hand had long since been thrown away!
He stared intently at Ye Qingmei in the ice coffin, and two streams of transparent tears welled up again beneath her eyes, which were covered by a black cloth!