After walking about twenty li through the clouds and mist, Chu Xisheng spotted several figures ahead, led by City-Toppling Sword, Wen Zhuyi.
The ice bridge beneath their feet seemed to have encountered some obstruction and could extend no farther.
Wen Zhuyi stood with her hands behind her back, her head slightly lowered, seemingly looking down at something ahead.
Only when Chu Xisheng approached did he discover that threads of thunder power were constantly springing into existence at the front of the bridge, blasting apart every bit of ice Wen Zhuyi formed.
Wen Zhuyi watched expressionlessly, her eyes like a bottomless pool.
Chu Xisheng focused again, trying to identify the source of the thunder.
His brow furrowed. "This thunder looks a little like the spell art Divine Ao Rogue Person had us learn-Heavenly Punishment Thunderstorm?"
Except this thunderstorm was far too powerful. Even Wen Zhuyi seemed helpless against it.
Chu Xisheng shook his head slightly, thinking that could hardly be the case.
Outside the immortal palace earlier, Wen Zhuyi had nearly destroyed the restrictive spells of the entire Cloudsea Immortal Palace by force.
He turned and asked curiously, "Senior Wen, have you stopped here because of some difficulty?"
Chu Xisheng could not understand why Wen Zhuyi had secretly helped him during the battle in the mist, then deliberately left an ice bridge for him.
Still, he knew she was extending goodwill and was willing to acknowledge the favor.
Changsun Bingquan's expression darkened at his words. "Insolence! What in this world could possibly pose a difficulty for Her Highness?"
Wen Zhuyi glanced sidelong at Changsun Bingquan, then raised her head to look at the Two Books of Precepts and Laws high above.
Thick mist filled this place. Even with Wen Zhuyi's eyesight, she could only see clearly within a radius of twenty-five