Following the trail of flowing blood, Bai Qinghan gradually reached the center of the Emperor Court.
In theory, this journey should have been exceedingly difficult.
Xuantian Palace was enormous. Its interior was an independent Grotto-Heaven, with layer upon layer of folded spacetime and intricate, unfathomable array formations forming the greatest maze in the Huaixu Realm. Every generation of Emperor Lords added to it according to their own preferences, while the next would continue building and piling atop that foundation.
Even a Lingxiao Realm cultivator, upon entering Xuantian Palace, would be suppressed by the sheer accumulated weight of Da Chen's generations.
At his peak, the Xuantian Emperor Lord could alter the fundamental laws of the Shenjing Greater Region with a single word, as though he were the Heavenly Dao itself.
Even a Lingxiao Realm peak expert of the Nine Heavens Dao Refinement would be unwilling to fight Da Chen's Lingxiao Realm cultivators within Xuantian Palace's sphere of influence. The other side was practically playing with cheats enabled—why bother fighting an Earth-Bound Spirit on its home turf?
But that was only against external enemies.
Before an internal enemy, all of it utterly failed.
Bai Qinghan encountered not the slightest suppression along the way.
Every Dharma Restriction and array formation she passed had lost its power under the Emperor Blood authority granted to her by You Ruhui. They even became her aid, allowing her to swiftly cross the complex passageways through teleportation.
That was right—You Ruhui was in fact the Former Emperor's daughter. In a sense, this too counted as being "bound by Xuan."
Along the way, she saw many corpses.
There were palace maids, ministers, and Imperial Guards.
Most of those corpses had withered into something like mummies. Their faces were twisted with terror, as though they had never imagined they would