The Emperor's Favorite: The Useless and Crazy Concubine Who Conquers the World

Time flies, just like a shooting star across the sky, disappearing into the night in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, it was the day to go to the remote area.

On the day of going to Jueyu, Baiyin Palace was bustling with activity but the atmosphere was solemn.

The palace master was dressed in gorgeous clothes and had a solemn expression. He stood on the high platform in front of the hall, scanning the crowd with his sharp eyes.

The elders stood on either side, their expressions solemn, knowing full well the arduous nature of this mission to the Forbidden Territory. The palace servants busily moved about, preparing various supplies.

The Palace Master raised his hand, raised it slightly, and said in a steady and powerful voice, "This trip to the Forbidden Territory concerns the future of the Baiyin Palace. Everyone must work together and not slack off in the slightest."

Everyone responded in unison, their voices echoing throughout the palace, and then the mighty team began to march towards the desolate area.

The Palace Master walked at the front of the team, his posture as straight as a pine tree, like an unshakable mountain.

His eagle-like sharp eyes looked firmly ahead, and his deep gaze revealed his fearlessness and courage in the face of the unknown.

One hand was slightly raised, and the slender fingers gracefully moved in the air, directing the team's direction from time to time. Every movement was full of calmness and decisiveness.

The other hand tightly grasped the sword, and the patterns on the hilt gleamed mysteriously in the sunlight, as if ready to deal with any emergency at any time.

The black cloak fluttered in the wind like a fluttering battle flag, adding to his majesty.

The elders followed closely behind, all with solemn expressions.

Some elders stroked their long beards, nodded slightly, and their deep eyes sparkled with wisdom, as if they were thinking about the challenges they were about to face.

Their slightly furrowed brows betrayed their inner worry and caution. Some elders had sharp eyes, constantly scanning their surroundings, alert for possible danger.

Their steps were in unison, each one resolute and resolute, as if they were stepping on the strings of fate and playing a brave melody.

They occasionally exchanged a few words in a low voice, discussing countermeasures. Although their voices were soft, they were full of power.

Everyone followed closely with solemn expressions.

Some of them carried bags filled with hope and courage; some held weapons, the cold light on the weapons flickered in the sun, as if telling of their determination.

There was a mixture of nervousness and anticipation in their eyes. They were nervous about the unknown dangers ahead, and they were expectant about proving themselves in this adventure.

They marched with firm steps, advancing step by step towards the desolate area, like a fearless iron army.

The sunlight shines on them, casting long shadows, as if telling of their bravery and responsibility.

Every footstep sounded like the beating of a war drum, shaking the earth and everyone's heart.

When the Palace Master and the elders led everyone through hardships and finally arrived at the entrance to the Forbidden Territory, everyone's face was filled with fatigue and anticipation.

The Palace Master's majestic face was also slightly solemn at this moment, his eyes fixed on the mysterious entrance to the forbidden area, as if he wanted to penetrate the mystery within.

The elders gathered around the Palace Master, their expressions varied. Some stroked their beards, brows furrowed, as if lost in thought; others wore worried expressions, their gazes constantly darting towards the group about to enter the Forbidden Territory.

However, as they approached the entrance, they suddenly felt a powerful restraining force. The Palace Master frowned slightly and attempted to take a step forward, only to be violently repelled by an invisible force. The elders also tried, but none of them could break through the restriction.

After some testing, they finally determined that cultivators above the Nascent Soul stage could not enter the Forbidden Zone. The Palace Master sighed helplessly and turned to look at Lan Yunyan and the others.

"This time, entering the Forbidden Land depends on you. You must be careful and cautious, and don't act rashly." The Palace Master's voice was steady and powerful, full of instructions.

Lan Yunyan and the others nodded resolutely. They knew this was a significant mission and a difficult challenge.

The elders also offered words of encouragement, their eyes filled with anticipation and trust. At the entrance to this mysterious and desolate land, an adventure filled with unknowns was about to begin.

Lan Yunyan stepped into the desolate area, and a desolate and mysterious atmosphere hit her face.

Before my eyes is a barren land with jagged rocks, as if it is a corner forgotten by time.

In the dark red sky, strange lights flashed from time to time, like mysterious runes dancing.

The light is sometimes dim, sometimes dazzling, as if telling an unknown story in the desolate area.

The wind was howling, raising dust all over the sky and blurring the vision.

Lan Yunyan tightened her cloak, which fluttered in the wind. Her hair was also blown into a mess by the strong wind, with a few strands sticking to her face, but it could not hide the determination and vigilance in her eyes.

She walked forward cautiously, the ground beneath her feet hard and rugged, each step like stepping on the sediment of history. She could feel the slight vibration coming from the soles of her feet.

In the distance, one can vaguely see ancient ruins, broken walls and collapsed stone pillars, telling of its past glory and vicissitudes. The stone pillars are carved with exquisite patterns, and although they have been blurred by the erosion of time, the exquisite craftsmanship of the past can still be seen.

Lan Yunyan slowly approached the ruins, reaching out to gently touch the stone pillars. A chill ran through her fingertips. She seemed to be able to sense the presence of the people who had once lived here, their laughter, their sorrows, all seeming to surge into her heart at that moment.

Suddenly, a low roar came from the darkness, which was creepy.

Lan Yunyan stopped, gripping the hilt of her sword as she nervously gazed around. Her heartbeat quickened, and her breathing became rapid. She could sense the approaching danger, an indescribable sense of oppression.

In this desolate place, she must remain vigilant at all times, as unexpected dangers may be hidden in every corner. She stood quietly, waiting for danger to appear, while also thinking about how to deal with it.