Yuheng Hall stood downhill to the south of Northern Pole Hall, its three successive courtyards occupying a vast stretch of ground.
From afar, Zhou Wuji could already see Yuheng Hall and the several hundred bluestone steps leading up to it.
On Cloud Dragon Peak, Yuheng Hall ranked below only Northern Pole Hall and Heavenly Pivot Hall in scale and architectural form.
The April morning was bright with sunshine, the spring breeze fresh and clear. Zhou Wuji slowly ascended the bluestone steps, admiring the mountain scenery. He found it quite pleasant.
Unlike his worried Martial Uncle Yiping, Zhou Wuji did not think Zhishan of the Yuheng Lineage would cause him much trouble.
However fiercely the seven lineages fought, there were limits.
With his current cultivation, he could be counted an expert even among sixth-rank cultivators. Even if Zhishan wanted to make things difficult for him, the assessment could not be too hard.
Zhou Wuji was not being arrogant. He simply understood very well how formidable the Northern Emperor's Book of Heavenly Punishment was.
Take the Six Yang Dharma Eye: not a single person in the Lower Court had brought it to perfection.
Cultivators had limited time and attention. Even those with astonishing talent necessarily had to prioritize some spells over others in their training.
Or take the Big Dipper Heavenly Gang Divine Incantation. This divine incantation was so intricate and profound; how many cultivators in the Lower Court could achieve anything with it?
Only by relying on the Northern Emperor's Book of Heavenly Punishment had he managed to bring the Northern Pole Heavenly Gang Divine Incantation to major accomplishment in such a short time.
This divine incantation alone let him deal calmly with all manner of dangers, not to mention his many other abilities and methods.
Zhou Wuji slowly climbed the