Mystic Bull City was broad and vast, gleaming with a cold light.
Dense spiritual radiance transformed into layers of formation shadows, standing tall against the skyline.
Purple Mansion and Golden Core cultivators stood upon the city walls like mortal soldiers guarding the frontier.
When they saw the spirit boat appearing in the distance, the cultivators finally let out long sighs of relief.
With no Nascent Soul cultivators present, all Purple Mansion and Golden Core cultivators had to remain on high alert atop the city walls. Even the shops within the city had all closed.
"Father has returned." Ye Qing Nian spotted a familiar figure aboard the distant spirit boat, and a smile appeared on his face.
The Nascent Soul cultivators soon landed before the city, and Ye Jingcheng also walked over to the Ye Family clansmen.
"Wait here for a while. I need to make a trip to the Divine Palace." Ye Jingcheng gave a few simple instructions, then handed the Snow Pear Tree to Ye Qing Nian and the others, telling them to arrange for it to be sent back to the Central Region of the Great Yu Realm before heading toward Zhengyuan Divine Palace.
This was not Ye Jingcheng's first visit to Zhengyuan Divine Palace, yet every time he came, he felt an immense pressure.
This time, however, that pressure was even greater.
It even made it somewhat difficult for him to circulate his true essence. The spiritual energy around him seemed to be rejecting him as well.
Ye Jingcheng could not help but be taken aback, unable to understand what Divine Lord Zhengyuan meant.
Thinking back, he did not feel that he had done anything wrong this time.
As he pondered, he soon arrived inside the Divine Palace.
Within the Divine Palace, Divine Lord Zhengyuan still sat