Whatever the Fire Clan's ancestors thought, Di Yi did not care. He glanced at Huo Yueling and the Peace King, who had entered a state of enlightenment, and rather than waking them, walked into the Temple of Letters alone.
The moment he entered, he sensed a different rhythm, a vast and sacred aura. Imperial Dragon Qi also wreathed the place, lending its surroundings a solemn, majestic air.
As befitted a Temple of Letters, it held a great many texts. Tier upon tier and row upon row of shelves were filled with Bone Scriptures, hide-bound books, jade volumes, and more.
"Senior." The Fire Emperor was sorting important texts at a white jade table. Seeing Di Yi enter, he naturally stopped his work and came over to greet him.
"A kingdom's collection truly is as vast as a sea of mist." Di Yi walked past the rows of shelves. A casual glance revealed a wealth of titles covering geography, history, divine script, myriad species, vegetation, and more.
This Temple of Letters could well be called an immense treasury from which one could freely choose what to read. It recorded and collected extensive information about the Fire Kingdom and even its surroundings, spanning so many subjects that it had almost everything.
"It is indeed as vast as a sea of mist. Every time I come here to read, I gain a different understanding and feel deeply how immense the world is." The Fire Emperor first picked up the thread of Di Yi's words, then asked, "Is the important matter you mentioned urgent, Senior? What does it involve?"
Though he did not know what it concerned, an important matter surely could not be minor. He could not afford to be careless.
"It is nothing particularly urgent. Do you know about the Sacred Emperor's coffin