Female lead: No, it's me again??

His phoenix eyes were smiling.

See you next time, little girl!

Feng Siyue wasn't the only one surprised; Xuan Li was too.

If it's possible that he knew about the purity of Feng Siyue's spiritual root, then that's understandable. But the matter of Feng Siyue's parents is hard to explain.

"Feng Siyue, are you familiar with Chaoyang Holy Palace?"

As a country bumpkin who hadn't left the Tianshan Mountains for twenty years, Xuan Li knew nothing about these sects and forces.

Feng Siyue clenched the token in her hand and sat back down in her seat, looking dejected.

How could she not be familiar with Chaoyang Holy Palace?

It should be said that in the Fantasy Universe Continent, even three-year-old children know of the existence of the Chaoyang Holy Palace.

"The Chaoyang Holy Palace is a pinnacle power that has been passed down for countless years in the Illusionary Universe Continent."

"Seventeen hundred years ago, the demon race roamed the land, causing immense suffering to the people. The Chaoyang Holy Palace emerged out of nowhere, leading the entire human race to drive the demon race back to the Burial Demon Abyss, located at the southernmost tip of the Desolate Flame Thunder Continent, near the Thorn Demon Forest."

"The continent has now stabilized, with the Chaoyang Holy Palace, a top power, leading the Huanyu Continent."

"Divine beasts follow, and gods reign supreme. More than a thousand years ago, the Chaoyang Holy Palace had dozens of quasi-gods, but most of them perished in the great war."

"But this does not diminish their extraordinary status at all, because in the entire Illusionary Universe Continent, there is no sect that can possess so many quasi-gods, let alone now, a thousand years later."

Chaoyang Holy Palace is a transcendent force that occupies the Illusionary Universe Continent, and it is also the only phenomenal peak sect!

In the Fantasy Universe Continent, they are the rulers!

They just don't often appear in public.

What exactly is the relationship between her parents and Chaoyang Holy Palace?

"Is this Chaoyang Holy Palace really that powerful?"

She's number one in mainland China; no wonder she was so surprised that she didn't know the other person.

Xuan Li glanced at the token hidden under the blanket and belatedly realized that she had obtained a life-saving golden token.

Feng Siyue hesitated for a long time before pricking her fingertip and dripping her own blood onto the skin.

Immediately afterwards, a series of messages that she couldn't see shot straight into the sky!

Zhongzhou.

Tianzi Mountain Range, Tianzi Mountain.

Thick, dark clouds hung heavy over the towering white mountains that seemed to pierce the sky, as if created by divine intervention. The clouds piled up around the top of the mountains, vast as the sea, merging together yet also separating the two sides.

Beneath the clouds, it resembled a forbidden land of ice and snow.

Above the clouds, the sun shines on the golden mountains.

Chaoyang Holy Palace is located here.

Backed by Jinshan Mountain and facing a sea of ​​clouds, it witnesses the alternation of yin and yang, and the joint brilliance of the sun and moon.

The bright, holy light stretched endlessly.

A colossal platinum-gold sect floated in the clouds, its faintly visible golden barrier shimmering with mysterious runes, firmly protecting the Chaoyang Holy Palace within.

Above the ten-zhang-high gate guarding the mountain is a golden plaque with the four large characters "Chaoyang Sacred Palace" engraved on it!

The brushstrokes, bold and vigorous, convey the grandeur of heaven and earth; the pervasive Daoist charm seems as if it were written by the very hand of the Dao itself!

The four pillars on both sides intertwine with gold wire, creating exquisite and lifelike sun and moon patterns.

On the pillar, dragons and phoenixes embrace the moon, celestial deer sing, and numerous ancient mythical beasts are depicted in the most lifelike manners, as if they have come to life.

The seventy-two halls are arranged in a staggered manner, with towering pavilions and high eaves facing the blue sky, and grand pavilions and pagodas displaying their grandeur and elegance, while ponds, pavilions and waterside terraces retain their serene charm.

Ancient characters on the walls shimmered in the sunlight, and crystal-clear frost was everywhere, with frost crystals gathered on them.

The pale white, slightly viscous spiritual energy resembled swirling clouds and mist, further enhancing the ethereal atmosphere of the place, making it seem like a divine palace in the clouds.

The Hall of Nurturing Talents.

In the golden hall at the northernmost end of Chaoyang Holy Palace, spiritual energy was visibly gathering and overflowing from within the palace.

Like a woman veiled, hazy and mysterious.

The Daoist principles flow endlessly, creating a continuous cycle of life.

A gentle breeze swept by, and the spiritual mist drifted slowly in the direction of the wind, surrounding the old man sitting cross-legged on a futon in the main hall.

In the center of the main hall stands a six-meter-high golden stone pillar, which, after a long period of silence, has begun to emit specks of silver light.

The old man opened his eyes, and lines of information flashed before his eyes.

"Feng Siyue, female, sixteen years old, with dual fire and wood spiritual roots, both with a purity of 97, a second-level spiritual master cultivation, and currently the seventeenth candidate for the Heavenly Fate Trial."

"Ninety-seven percent purity?"

The old man stroked his beard. "Zhu Hua, Nian Qi."

A man and a woman entered from outside the palace gate, placing their right hands on their left shoulders and bowing in greeting.

"Hallmaster."

The old man tossed them a compass.

"Go."

Zhu Hua and Nian Qi glanced at the information on the stone pillar.

"Yes."

A spirit boat departed from Chaoyang Holy Palace and sped towards Xuejing Prefecture.

Feng Siyue, who was recording her information with a drop of blood, was unaware that her existence had already been recorded by the Chaoyang Holy Palace. She looked at the information that appeared on the token with a complicated expression.

Feng Siyue, female, sixteen years old, contestant number seventeen in the Trial of Destiny.

The Trial of Destiny will remain open for 5 years, 1 month, and 21 days.

Trial location: Not yet open.

This really is the trial token of Chaoyang Holy Palace!

But how did he know that?

The top floor of the Chasing Wind Building.

"What? The man in red?"

Su Nian looked at the group of people kneeling below, frowned, and asked, "So, you lost them?"