Chapter 112: Arrival at the Northern Cold Palace

The sky over the entire Jinyou Territory appeared extremely gloomy, with a terrifying oppression hanging over everything like dark clouds enveloping the world.

Everyone knew that an unprecedented storm was about to arrive, and they waited in anticipation under the heavy pressure.

In Worry City, it seemed deserted as many people had already gone to the territory of the Northern Cold Palace.

Because they knew that the center of the storm was the Northern Cold Palace, and if they didn't leave early, they might not be able to keep up with the speed of Ye Wujin and would miss a battle that would be recorded in the history of the Jinyou Territory.

Outside the City Lord's Mansion, only a few people were waiting respectfully.

Among them were Yin Zheng'an and others.

"Grandfather, do you think Ye Wujin can really challenge the Northern Cold Palace?" Yin Zhantian couldn't help but ask.

For the past few months, his heart had been extremely restless.

Since stepping into Worry City and preparing to enter the ruins space, his heart had never been calm.

From the moment he entered Worry City, he had been on edge. The events, from defeating Chu Wuya, annihilating the Qiu Family, disregarding the inheritance of the Pill Emperor Hall, to provoking the Northern Cold Palace, and crushing the Qing Feather Guards with his martial attendants... Everything was unimaginable for a teenager who was not even seventeen.

Looking across the Jinyou Territory, tracing back thousands of years, there had never been such a dazzling young man.

The Nine Underworlds' List was no longer enough to contain his name.

He was too dazzling, so dazzling that it was unbelievable, so dazzling that all the talents felt inferior in his presence.

"If the Northern Cold Palace accepts the challenge, it is enough to prove the terror of Ye Wujin. Everything will soon become clear," Yin Zheng'an responded solemnly.

In fact, he was also unsure, but the Yin Family had already made their choice, and there was no turning back. They could only hope that Ye Wujin would succeed.

Yin Zhantian fell silent, his expression complex.

Yin Zheng'an looked at his beloved grandson and could see through his thoughts with a single glance. He spoke with great emphasis:

"He is like a bright star in the sky, how can ordinary people touch or compare to him?"

Yin Zhantian trembled slightly.

"Grandfather, I understand."

Yin Zhantian smiled knowingly. Some people, some things, were destined to be beyond comparison.

If one were to set Ye Wujin as their goal, they would live their whole life in sorrow.

Inside the City Lord's Mansion, Lin Ran found Wu Qingxue. With only one day left until the third month, they wondered if Ye Chen had forgotten about the time while in seclusion.

Wu Qingxue paused her cultivation. After three months of practice, her soul power had finally advanced again, reaching the late stage of the Emperor Realm. With her powerful soul power, she was no weaker than any peak Emperor Realm cultivator.

She stood up and smiled, saying, "Don't worry, Ye Chen knows the importance of timing."

Wu Qingxue was well aware of the grievances between Ye Chen and the Northern Cold Palace. Ye Chen would not let the Northern Cold Palace off easily.

Creak!

At that moment, the door to the cultivation chamber opened with a sound, and a powerful aura emanated from within. Shortly after, Ye Chen's figure appeared.

Dressed in green, with black hair cascading down his shoulders, his deep eyes occasionally emitted a daunting brilliance. At this moment, Ye Chen seemed to have undergone a significant change compared to three months ago.

He had become even more handsome, more extraordinary, as if transcending the mundane world.

"Ye Chen!" Lin Miaoyin's beautiful eyes shimmered, her voice trembling. In just three months, Ye Chen seemed to have become more perfect, flawless, captivating.

Even Wu Qingxue couldn't help but glance at him a few more times, feeling a slight flutter in her heart, but she forcibly suppressed the feeling.

Because she knew her identity.

"Chen, are we leaving now?" Wu Qingxue asked as she approached.

Ye Chen squinted, "There are some accounts that need to be settled."

"Ye Chen, I'm coming with you." Lin Miaoyin stepped forward eagerly, her expression solemn, with Lin Ran following closely behind.

They had already made up their minds. This trip to the Northern Cold Palace would be a journey of life and death.

"Okay." Ye Chen didn't refuse, he took Lin Miaoyin's hand, rose into the air, and said, "Qingxue, bring Uncle Ran with you."

"Sixth Level of the Emperor Realm!"

Both Lin Miaoyin and Lin Ran were astonished and shocked.

Ye Chen's aura was that of the Sixth Level of the Emperor Realm!

Heaven, just three months ago, Ye Chen was only at the Peak of the True Martial Realm. In a short three months, he had reached the Emperor Realm, breaking through six levels in one go!

This...

For a moment, both Lin Ran and Lin Miaoyin couldn't help but suspect whether Ye Chen had been hiding his cultivation level all along. Otherwise, why would he exhibit different levels of strength every time?

From the time they met until now, in just a few months, he had broken through a major realm, which was simply inconceivable.

Outside the City Lord's Mansion, Yin Zheng'an and others were still waiting respectfully. Suddenly, they saw a burst of light soaring into the sky and disappearing into the horizon like lightning. They were all shocked.

"Such speed."

Yin Zheng'an sighed. Then, he pulled Yin Zhantian and soared into the sky, keeping up with the light.

The members of the Yin Family wanted to follow, but Yin Zheng'an said, "The Yin Family will disperse into the West and South Territories, observe quietly, and collect resources from the Hu Family and the Pei Family if the Northern Cold Palace is destroyed. If I don't return, the Yin Family will dissolve as quickly as possible."

The members of the Yin Family stopped, their expressions complex.

They all hoped that Ye Wujin would win.

This was the voice of everyone in the Yin Family.

...

At the Northern Cold Palace, snow-capped peaks resembled veins, echoing each other from afar.

At this moment, disciples from many snow-capped peaks had all gathered on the main peak.

In addition, the elite forces of the White Silver Guards, Snow Guards, and all the Northern Cold Palace were gathered on the main peak.

A solemn atmosphere permeated the air, as if it could make the heavens bow down.

"So terrifying, I dare not approach within ten miles."

At the foot of the Northern Cold Palace, countless people gathered, but none dared to approach, stopping ten miles away. The aura of killing intent was too terrifying. It seemed that if they approached, they would surely perish.

"With such a formation, I'm afraid even the strong on the Emperor List wouldn't dare to come. Will Ye Wujin dare to show up?"

People began to doubt.

Before feeling the killing intent of the Northern Cold Palace, everyone was looking forward to this storm and wanted to witness it with their own eyes. But now, with such a terrifying aura

 of killing intent, many people didn't even have the courage to watch the battle.

Will Ye Wujin dare to show up after feeling this ancient and terrifying killing intent?

"He is the miracle of the Jinyou Territory. He will definitely show up."

Some people supported Ye Wujin.

That young man seemed like a legend, and he made many people look forward to him.

On the main peak of the Northern Cold Palace, Beiliang sat in the main hall, looking outwards, and asked, "Xueyunfan, when will Ye Wujin arrive?"

Xueyunfan turned around and said, "Scouts have already reported that Ye Wujin has left Worry City. With the speed of an Emperor, it may take three more hours for him to arrive."

"My sword is eager for blood."

Beiliang's expression was calm, but in his deep eyes, a cold light flashed, revealing a frightening killing intent.

"I, Ye Wujin, have come to destroy the Northern Cold Palace!"

Suddenly, a proud voice resounded for miles, shocking everyone.

People looked up and saw several streaks of light descending from the sky like shooting stars, landing at the foot of the Northern Cold Palace. It was none other than Ye Wujin and others.

They had arrived!