Yuwen Chengfeng

Wonderful.

A cool breeze blew past, and withered yellow willow leaves carpeted the ground.

Ye Tian looked over the withered willows within a thirty-foot radius, inspected the formations arranged around him, and only after confirming there were no errors did he take out dozens of spirit stones to set up a Spirit Gathering Array beneath his feet. Then he sat down cross-legged.

Ye Tian carefully reflected on what had happened earlier, yet he could never figure out what had caused him to fall into endless darkness.

At that time, his sea of consciousness had shattered, and Ye Tian's awareness had vanished with it. The only thing he could think of was the "Book of Life and Death." At this moment, the "Book of Life and Death" lay quietly within Ye Tian's sea of consciousness, leaving him unable to make sense of the situation. Surviving had already been a stroke of immense fortune, so Ye Tian no longer pursued the cause.

Two quarters of an hour passed before Ye Tian finally recovered. The spirit power he had utterly exhausted within his body had also been replenished.

Drawing a deep breath, Ye Tian withdrew the formation and raised his head to look toward the depths of the willow forest.

In Lingdu Boy's memories, there was a palace deep within the willow forest, where Yuwen Chengfeng cultivated in its innermost reaches. However, to enter the palace, one had to pass through the sensing barrier Yuwen Chengfeng had set up.

To prevent Ling Daocheng from barging in, Yuwen Chengfeng had deliberately arranged the sensing barrier. If Ye Tian walked straight in, his identity would be exposed right beneath Yuwen Chengfeng's nose.

Ye Tian stared into the depths of the willow trees, a grave expression appearing on his face.

Among Lingxiao Palace's three palace masters,