Amid the turmoil in the Yan Kingdom, a month passed in the blink of an eye.
One month later.
Immortal Palace City.
The Primordial Yang Sect had taken control of this immortal city and repaired the damage caused by the great battle. It still stood tall between heaven and earth.
Yet traces of magical artifacts and spells remained on its weathered walls, seemingly recounting the ferocity of the war in silence.
At noon, the sun hung in the center of the sky, its light dazzling and scorching.
A brilliant streak of escape light came from the horizon. Its undisguised approach caught the wall guards' attention, and they frowned as they looked over.
Only upon seeing a familiar red boat measuring fifty or sixty did they relax.
Liu Yu stood quietly on the deck, gazing at the immortal city, which towered even higher than Moonwatch City.
As they drew closer, the marks on its walls grew increasingly clear to a cultivator's eyes.
The breaches that still had not been repaired all bore witness to the battle's brutality.
The Origin Returning Boat did not pause. It passed straight through the sky to the left of Immortal Palace City and continued onward.
Today was the final day of the one-month deadline. Anyone who failed to arrive on time would face severe punishment. Even if he wanted to explore this historic immortal city, he could not afford the delay.
Several months ago, when I wanted to watch the Battle of Heavenly King Mountain, I had to sneak past Immortal Palace City.
Who would have thought I could now pass through openly, with my head held high?
How unpredictable the world is.
Looking at the somewhat battered immortal city below, Liu Yu felt a faint stirring of emotion.
After receiving Zhou Zhuofeng's notification, he abandoned