Why My Domineering Prince Regretted Filing for Divorce?

Chapter 1090 - 785: This World Needs No More God Buddha

Master Xinzeng crawled and rolled forward, still trying to stop Yu Wenye, shouting frantically, "Your Highness, Your Highness, you can’t, the Scripture Pavilion has—"Before he could finish his sentence, Yu Wenye had already rushed out.

All the dissuasion, shouting, exclamations vanished the instant Yu Wenye dashed through the raging fiery fire at the entrance of the Scripture Pavilion. Behind him, the wall of fire seemed to isolate all voices outside. After rushing into the pavilion, he felt surrounding heat, the scalding temperature nearly making it impossible for him to open his eyes. He could only shield his forehead with one hand, barely opening a slit to look into the pavilion. But it was worse than what he could see from outside. The fire burning in from the windows had already ignited the bookshelves close to the walls, where the flames spread the fastest, now leaving only a wall of fire. Just as Yu Wenye steadied himself, it gave a crisp crack and collapsed with a bang!

The scorching heat wave hit, instantly burning Yu Wenye with intense heat!

The burning sensation surged from the air onto his body, and he felt as if his skin was about to melt, yet despite this, he persisted, narrowing his eyes to look around.

Those neatly arranged bookshelves had now become aids to the raging fire demon, one by one igniting in succession, with flames raging and smoke billowing. The gust of wind that had just entered the pavilion had barely dispersed the dense smoke, but now, the dense black smoke filled the entire pavilion again and started to billow outwards.

It wasn’t until this moment that a voice came from outside — it was Mu Xian!

He had delivered Yu Wenye’s orders and now hurried in, probably having heard that King Qin rushed into the fire, exclaiming loudly in shock!

"Your Highness! Prince Qin!"

But that wasn’t what he wanted to hear!

Where is Ru Yi? Where is Shang Ruyi’s figure? Where is Shang Ruyi’s voice?

Why did he not see her when he entered, nor hear her cries for help? Where did she go?!

"Ruyi!"

Yu Wenye was about to be scorched and blasted apart by the burning flames, but the string in his mind that refused to relax was unbroken by the ferocious flames. He reached out to extinguish a cluster of flames on the corner of his clothes and continued to look around.

Was she passed out, or—

Such unsettling thoughts were more unbearable than the scorching flames, and the thick smoke, at this moment, had already filled every corner around him, desperately trying to drill into his nose. Yu Wenye held his breath, finally unable to bear it anymore, inhaling deeply, but with just this one breath, he felt dizzy, nearly fainting!

No, absolutely can’t collapse at this moment!

Ru Yi, he has yet to find Ru Yi, and there’s Empress Dowager Jiang!

He gritted his teeth, enduring the wave after wave of heat attacking his body, still pressing on forward. But after just one step, he felt something trip him underfoot. Looking down, in the blurred vision, he saw an overturned table with a corner of the burning blanket under it.

This is—

Just when Yu Wenye was greatly shocked, the current dire situation left him no room to think, making him even more anxious as another blast of wind blew in from behind.

"Your Highness!"

A familiar voice filled with terror amidst the scorching atmosphere, and when Yu Wenye turned to look, it was Mu Xian and two other young monks, rushing in wrapped in damp blankets. The monks carried water buckets, hurriedly pouring them on Yu Wenye after entering, and Mu Xian even rushed up, grabbing Yu Wenye, "Your Highness, quickly get out!"

"Let go!"

Yu Wenye continued to struggle, but the sudden splash of cold water startled him, instantly making his whole body stiff. Taking advantage of this moment, Mu Xian pulled with all his might, combined with the help of the two monks, finally dragging Yu Wenye out from the pavilion.

Once out of the fiery hell, although the surroundings of the Scripture Pavilion were already a wave of heat, Yu Wenye felt relieved.

Like layers binding his chest had instantly unraveled, crisp cool air fiercely drilled into his nose, filling his chest, and Yu Wenye couldn’t control the violent coughing, while retching forcefully, a large mouthful of black saliva rushed out from his knife-cut painful throat, finally feeling considerably lighter.

Looking back, the overwhelming flames were about to engulf half of the Scripture Pavilion.

This time, his eyes were completely red, pushing aside Mu Xian who was protecting him and others, still wanting to rush back in, when everyone around him came up to stop him. In normal times, nobody could halt this rampant fierce beast, but at this moment, he was scorching hot, even with several places still aflame on his clothing, although released the breath, long since dizzy from the smoke, unable to distinguish between danger and mortal peril.

He simply wanted to find his—

"Your Highness!"

Just when Yu Wenye frantically pushed away everyone, still trying to dash into the sea of fire, Master Xinzeng fell to his knees with a thud at his feet, shouting loudly, "Your Highness, there’s no one inside, besides, there’s—"

"What else!"

Yu Wenye’s eyes were blood-red, staring viciously at him, as if, the next moment, he was ready to tear apart the person in front, no, not just the person in front, it seemed he wanted to completely tear everything apart!

If...

If Shang Ruyi truly perished in the inferno...

If she really isn’t here...

Then in this world, there’s no need for God Buddha or any more God Buddha!

Seeing King Qin, his eyes bloodshot and tearing like a fierce beast, even the knowledgeable Master Xinzeng was stunned at this moment. He had experienced a lot in his life and seen many things, yet never had he seen someone so possessed with such ferocity and madness. The words he was about to say were stifled back due to fear, speechless.

But just then, a weak voice came from behind them—

"Your Highness..."

That voice was very faint, very light.

More fragile, like an elusive breeze in the raging inferno.

The entire courtyard where the Scripture Pavilion was located plunged into chaos, everyone’s frantic exclamations, almost becoming a complete mess. But Yu Wenye, whose breath was heavy, crazier than anyone else, suddenly froze. He remained motionless, as if judging whether the voice was real or an illusion, as if waiting, waiting for that voice to be more genuine.

Then, a more genuine voice rang out, weaker and lighter than before.

Yet it exploded like a thunderbolt in Yu Wenye’s ears—

"Feng Chen, I’m here!"

Yu Wenye inhaled sharply and whipped his head around!