Published: March 3, 2025
“Whoosh, whoosh~” Ignoring the buildings on both sides, the three of them raced through the ancient Forbidden Zone, weaving through the remnants of ruins.
Finally, after sensing four distinct spiritual pressures for a brief moment, they caught sight of an intact alien structure.
It was a palace complex entirely black in hue, composed of numerous palaces that appeared enormous to an ordinary person, resembling a bird's nest from a distance.
At the entrance of the palace stood two fierce black dragons in a roaring stance, as if they were about to take flight and devour someone at any moment.
At this time, a powerful aura surged within the palace, and waves of fourth-tier might continuously emerged, the sounds of rumbling echoing from within.
“Pavilion of Winds and Clouds.”
As they ran, Liu Yu’s eyes gleamed like lightning, catching sight of the alien characters on the plaque above the palace.
Places like the Gathering Hall and Pavilion of Winds and Clouds, based on his experience, were generally not in core areas.
However, to say they were of no significance would be an overstatement; it was necessary to investigate further.
Now, as yuan ying cultivators, they were all knowledgeable, and Huang Mei and Mo Mei simultaneously recognized the alien characters.
Gazing at the palace complex before them, the three exchanged knowing glances and consciously restrained their own fluctuations.
On one hand, they tried to suppress their breath and diminish their presence, while on the other, they sped toward the “Pavilion of Winds and Clouds.”
Though their spiritual consciousness was severely suppressed within the Forbidden Zone, their spiritual perception as fourth-tier beings was extraordinary; Liu Yu knew it was only a matter of time before they were discovered.
However, even if it was just a slight delay, there might be a chance to seize the initiative, so it was certainly necessary.
Details determine success or failure, and the divine transformation was by no means coincidental!
The palace complex led by the “Pavilion of Winds and Clouds” faintly formed a certain formation that had the effect of shielding spiritual consciousness.
Thus, even after entering within a few dozen miles, Liu Yu and the others still could not directly observe the enemies they were about to face through their spiritual consciousness.
Fifty miles, thirty miles, twenty miles.
In silence, the three of them quickly approached within twenty miles of the Pavilion of Winds and Clouds, but the overwhelming sounds of the duel began to gradually subside.
At the same time, the several yuan ying spiritual pressures in their spiritual perception remained clear.
Huang Mei's face was serious, holding a yellow long spear true treasure; this situation was far too familiar.
When such a situation arose, it generally meant that the duel had ended, and the conflict within the palace had settled.
This also meant their plan to catch the opponents off guard while they were dueling had fallen through.
Approaching at this time would surely lead to immediate discovery, and they might not gain any advantage.
To Liu Yu's right, Mo Mei’s magical power stirred quietly within her, her expression resolute and determined.
She gripped her golden giant sword true treasure tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force.
Having recently advanced to the late stage of yuan ying, as an alchemist “living in luxury,” she was relatively unskilled in dueling, making her strength weaker among late-stage yuan ying cultivators.
Perhaps she was even slightly weaker than an “ordinary” great cultivator.
Faced with a life-or-death battle, it was hard not to feel some lack of confidence, after all, strength was everything.
But at this moment, they had to act!
“Friend Qingyang, what should we do now?!”
Realizing the changes occurring within the palace, Mo Mei instinctively asked.
Having tasted the sweetness of clinging to strong allies a few times, she had developed some reliance; only seeing the tall, sturdy figure beside her gave her a slight sense of security.