Junior sister took first place again

There was a thousand miles of dead silence in Youzhou.

Ning Jiasheng and the group of monsters were like a silent ghost army, trudging through the charred permafrost, crossing the hideous mountains flowing with purple-black lava, and avoiding the ancient ruins that had been completely twisted into nests by demonic energy.

The pervasive demonic aura of decay in the air was like a plague, corroding spiritual power and eroding will.

The journey was not without its obstacles.

Demonized monsters, patrolling demons, and even some demon bandits who were deeply corroded by demonic energy and lost their minds, all tried to stop this team that had traveled thousands of miles.

Every encounter is accompanied by new blood and fire.

The beastmen's sharp claws tore at the monsters' throats, the winged tribe's clear and fierce cries dispersed the demonic clouds, the plant-type monsters' vines strangled the hidden shadow demons, the ice and space-type monsters froze the demonized monsters that attempted to self-destruct, and those skilled in mental magic diverted the greater threat elsewhere...

And Ning Jiasheng, although her meridians were aching and her spiritual power had not recovered, her sword was still the sharpest fang.

Every time the Green Lotus Sword Intent appeared, it carried with it the intention of cleansing the world of evil, accurately slaying powerful enemies while silently consolidating her unshakable position in the hearts of the monsters.

The losses are increasing and the fatigue is accumulating, but the goal remains the same - the core of Youzhou, the Sun Palace.

Finally, after passing through the ruins of an ancient battlefield torn by huge claw marks and filled with the smell of sulfur and blood, a relatively "clean" area appeared at the end of the field of vision.

It was a huge circular valley.

In the center of the valley, a towering, ancient, rugged and majestic palace complex rises from the ground and reaches the dark purple sky.

The entire palace is built with some kind of golden-red huge stones. After withstanding wind, frost, rain and snow, it still exudes a heavy, majestic and majestic aura that seems to be able to suppress the heavens.

Even from a great distance, even though the surface of the palace was covered with ominous dark purple magic patterns, like poisonous vines parasitic on it, it could not completely conceal the magnificent divine power contained within it - it was the holy land of the demon race, the Sun Palace.

However, in stark contrast to this magnificent scene is the dead silence that enveloped the entire circular valley.

There were no guards, no life, only a heart-wrenching, absolute silence.

A layer of golden barrier visible to the naked eye, with complex runes flowing on it, like a huge inverted glass bowl, tightly covers the entire Day Palace and its core area.

The barrier was also wrapped in dark purple magic patterns, but its light was much stronger and purer than the outer state boundary barrier, emitting a kind of rejection and protective will that came from deep in the blood.

"We've arrived... Daylight Palace!"

The bear king's voice was hoarse, filled with uncontrollable excitement and... a hint of awe in the face of the holy land.

The wound from his broken claw felt faintly hot as he approached.

"Boundary... After His Majesty's death, the Sun Palace completely sealed the core area from the inside."

Xue You's voice was heavy, "For more than three hundred years, no one has been able to enter."

He looked at Ning Jiasheng, "Ah Sheng, you..."

Ning Jiasheng stopped and stared at the ancient palace shrouded in a barrier with his golden eyes.

She could clearly feel the distant call from her blood and... a cold, sticky, and teasing gaze.

That sight penetrated the barrier and projected from the deepest part of the Sun Palace.

It was the inner demon, He was waiting for her.

The demons stopped dozens of miles outside the barrier and spontaneously formed a defensive formation, alert to the dangers that might come from the demonic land.

They looked at Ning Jiasheng and waited.

The astonishing sword that broke through the state boundary barrier is still before his eyes, but the seal left by the Demon King and the defense of the Sun Palace itself are obviously more ancient, powerful, and have a clear purpose - to repel all enemies inside and outside.

Ning Jiasheng took a deep breath and suppressed the sword energy in his meridians that was slightly accelerating as he got closer to this place.

She took a step forward and walked towards the dark golden barrier with flowing runes and magic patterns.

He did not mobilize his spiritual power, nor did he stimulate his demonic power, nor did he even deliberately resist the powerful repulsive force of the barrier.

She just walked forward calmly like a wanderer returning home.

Just as her body was about to touch the barrier—

hum-

A sudden change occurred!

The golden rune that was originally flowing and emitting a powerful repulsive force, when it came into contact with Ning Jiasheng's breath, suddenly rippled violently, like a calm lake surface into which a stone was thrown.

The dark purple magic pattern wrapped around it twisted and retreated wildly like a frightened poisonous snake.

Immediately afterwards, under the incredulous gazes of the monsters, the ancient barrier that was strong enough to withstand the bombardment of powerful beings seemed to have consciousness, and silently cracked in front of Ning Jiasheng, leaving a gap only wide enough for one person to pass through.

The runes at the edge of the gap retreated obediently, while the magic patterns were suppressed and repelled by an invisible force.

It was as if this door, which had been sealed for more than three hundred years, was opened just for her.

Ning Jiasheng didn't hesitate at all, walked forward and disappeared into the gap.

The moment she entered, the crack closed instantly and the barrier returned to normal, as if everything just now was just an illusion.

Only the monsters outside the barrier had shocked, complicated, and deeply worried looks on their faces.

The moment you pass through the barrier, it feels like you've traveled through time and space.

The dense demonic energy from the outside world was completely isolated, and an indescribable breath that was ancient, pure, yet filled with endless sadness and deathly silence came towards him.

Ning Jiasheng stood at the entrance of the huge palace, which was so empty that it was frightening.

Under your feet is a mirror-like, gilded ground engraved with totems of the sun, moon, stars, and all kinds of demons worshiping you, extending to the end of your sight.

The giant pillars supporting the dome towered into the clouds, and the pillars were wrapped with huge fossil vines that had long lost their vitality.

The interior of the palace is magnificent beyond imagination, but it is empty, with only the dust deposited by the years and a loneliness that penetrates deep into the bones.

Her gaze was instantly captured by the scene in the deepest part of the palace that occupied her entire vision.

There, there was no magnificent throne, nor the remains of the Demon King as imagined.

There is only one . . . . . .tree!

A crabapple tree so huge that it cannot be described in words.

Its trunk is so thick that it seems like a giant pillar supporting the heaven and earth, and even a dozen people hugging it would seem small.

The bark has the color and texture of ancient bronze, and is naturally imprinted with complex and mysterious patterns that seem to contain the ultimate principles of heaven and earth.

However, at this moment, this sacred tree that should have contained endless vitality was completely frozen by a layer of thousand-year-old black ice that was several feet thick, crystal clear, and exuded absolute coldness.

From the enormous, tangled root system to the massive canopy that disappears into the palace's lofty dome and seems to sink into the void, the entire tree is frozen in this eternal ice crystal, like a mythical specimen frozen in time.

Inside the ice, the outlines of the once gorgeous crabapple buds and branches can be vaguely seen, but there is no color or vitality anymore, only a forcibly strangled, suffocating gray and dead silence.

What is even more soul-stirring is that there is nothing above the frozen trunks of towering flowers and trees.

A fire phoenix, its feathers so gorgeous that they blocked out the sun, was slowly circling around the frozen tree trunk.

Each of his feathers seemed to be made of flowing, burning liquid gold and red clouds. His tail feathers dragged out brilliant bands of light, and his whole body burned with a never-extinguished golden-red flame.

The flame was sacred, blazing, and contained the mighty power to purify all filth. It was none other than the legendary Demon King Ming Yi's natal true flame—the Nine Lights True Fire.

However, this sacred flame could not melt the thousand-year-old black ice that sealed Haitang.

The Demon King's posture is not soaring into the sky, but rather circling with endless sadness and protection.

His huge phoenix eyes were tightly closed, as if he had fallen into an eternal sleep, or as if he was using himself as fuel to keep the golden flame burning.

The interweaving of ice and fire, the coexistence of death and holiness, constitutes a scene so shocking that it leaves one speechless, and so tragic that it breaks one's heart.