The Golden Palace - 464

Zhu Yi hesitated for a moment before following him. He ran and quickly caught up to Wen Si.

Wen Si ran as fast as he could, but he was slow.

"We don't have time for this." Wen Si said.

For the first time, Zhu Yi saw him use the paper and brush he held. He quickly made a few strokes.

"Jump."

Zhu Yi listened and jumped at the same time as Wen Si. As they fell down, a boat that seemed to be made of Ink appeared. The ink outlined the edges and structure of the boat, but most of the boat was actually invisible. Zhu Yi could only see a faint movement of Qi that suggested it was there.

The boat shot forward and moved through the library faster than Zhu Yi could run. 

Wen Si sat down and looked at Zhu Yi. "Half a year into the opening of the inheritance, Chen Jie's inheritance appears."

Zhu Yi instantly understood. No wonder he was in such a rush. It was nearly the time of the six month mark.

"Is Chen Jie's inheritance obvious?" Zhu Yi asked.

Wen Si nodded. "It creates a very obvious phenomenon. By simply expressing your desire to enter, it will take you to it. However, be careful. More people have died inside Chen Jie's inheritance than in any of the others combined."

Wen Si was very good at expressing the importance of certain points. Zhu Yi remembered.

"Of course, it's hard to say if it's truly dangerous. I hear that as long as you shout your intention to exit, you can immediately leave, but most people are too stubborn. They simply refuse to give up such a chance." Wen Si added.

"Did your sect say anything about Chen Jie's inheritance?"

"Of course. Unfortunately, it is different every time. Luckily, while the theme changes each time, everyone experiences a slightly different trial attuned to their greatest ability."

Zhu Yi nodded. The boat moved for a few hours before they reached the room they had arrived at.

They stood in the middle and an array appeared. Before they realized it, they were back in the center of the giant array. This time, nobody was here.

"They all left, we need to go." Wen Si wrote again, and a boat appeared. It seemed that his best transportation method was the boat, even if they moved on land. The boat treated the ground like water.

As they traveled, Wen Si seemed more relaxed. "There's actually no need to move anymore, but I want to see the appearance of the inheritance myself."

The boat traveled up the mountain that Zhu Yi had come from.

Zhu Yi remained silent most of the way. He anticipated the opening of Chen Jie's inheritance. Still, most of his mind was focused on the giant book he had read. Chaos Beasts, the founder of the writing sect, the world tree, all of it.

He looked at Wen Si. "Is there information on the founder of the writing sect? You said you don't know who he is, but is there really no information?"

Wen Si seemed confused. "Why? Are you interested now?"

Zhu Yi shrugged.

Wen Si spoke. "Considering how well we've got to know each other, I suppose it can't hurt to say a bit. All we have left are legends and stories. It was said that the founder was incomparably powerful. At the time of his known existence, the writing sect was completely unmatched, yet still restrained. We've always been scholars."

"What about the Frost sect?" Zhu Yi asked.

"They came later."

"What about the celestial ice sect?" Zhu Yi said, trying to pry information from Wen Si.

Wen Si turned to look at him with a serious expression. "You seem to have stumbled upon something you shouldn't have. The Frost sect is a lower branch of the celestial ice sect. We don't know much about the celestial ice sect. They were only truly active after Chen Jie's era. Still, from the stories and legends, the celestial ice sect would not have dared to act presumptuous in front of the founder."

"What happened to the founder of the writing sect?" Zhu Yi asked, though he already knew the truth.

"Unknown. He probably left this world. As for when, it was far before I know."

From his words, it was unlikely that he knew that the founder of the writing sect left with Chen Jie. Chen Jie, while his legend was nearly ancient, was considered known history.

As for exactly how long ago Chen Jie existed, Zhu Yi did not know.

Zhu Yi was tempted to ask if he knew about Chaos Beasts or about information on the celestial ice sect, but decided to stop. He couldn't completely trust Wen Si.

Soon, they made it on top of the mountain. On the top, there were many other people. They were all looking towards the distance, near the area where Zhu Yi had first come in.

"We're just on time." Wen Si said as the boat dispersed. He walked to the edge of the mountain and Zhu Yi stood near him.

Everyone around looked at Wen Si with admiration. As for Zhu Yi, he was ignored. Nobody had seen him arrive with Wen Si.

A few minutes passed as Zhu Yi looked into the distance. Suddenly, a small golden light appeared.

From the distance, it looked as if a golden dot was rolling around itself. Strands of golden light slowly uncoiled from it. It was a whirlpool of light.

As the golden light unfurled, Zhu Yi saw it take form. He felt an oppressive pressure that seemed familiar. As the light took form, he understood why.

In front of him was a floating Palace. It was exactly like the White Palace, but golden. There was no doubt that this was Chen Jie's inheritance.

Around him, Zhu Yi heard people speak.

"I wish to enter."

"I wish to enter the Palace."

"I wish to enter."

As people spoke, golden light shot out from the Palace. It formed a bridge under the peoples feet. When the person who spoke stepped on the golden bridge, the bridge retracted, bringing them towards the Palace at an incredible speed.

Zhu Yi spoke. "I wish to enter."

A golden bridge shot out. It arrived just in front of Zhu Yi. Zhu Yi stepped on it.