Three days later, at dusk, the evening wind tore a gap through the mist in the dense forest of Cangwu Mountain, revealing half of a cyan-gray palace. Spiderwebs covered the bronze rings on the palace gates, yet they began to hum as Ye Fan approached, resonating with the trembling of the Heavenly Wood Bud within his body.
"The Nether Palace." Lin Zhaoyue's voice was wrapped in sword qi, her fingertips pressing against the cloud patterns on the hilt of the Primordial Sword. Her plain white skirt hem was lifted by the mountain wind, exposing the silver sword tassel wrapped around her calf—a calming artifact her master had personally tied there when she broke through to the Liquid Condensation Realm. At this moment, the sword tassel no longer swayed lightly; as her gaze swept over the mottled talismans on the palace gates, the tip of the tassel trembled slightly.
Ye Fan stood at the very front, his Adam's apple bobbing. In his past-life memories, the image of the junior sister in a moon-white robe who once held candied hawthorns and said, "Senior Brother, there are good things in the suppression cauldron of the Nether Palace," suddenly overlapped with the palace before him. He took a deep breath, the scent of rotting leaves and rust filling his nasal cavity, and pressed his fingertips to his chest—the Heavenly Wood Bud inside his Inner World was frantically sprouting branches, driving its roots into the remnant soul of his past life and stirring up a familiar, burning pain.
Chapter 318