Chapter 1200: Chapter 650: Yin Weiyin?! (Double-Length) _3
Just now... what was I trying to find? Right, just now I saw something... saw something. But why did I rush here?
He shook his head vigorously, looking around with confusion.
"Did someone make my wish come true?"
Chen Yi suddenly felt a chill, his hair standing slightly on end, but moments later, a ray of light shone upon him.
He suddenly raised his head, his pupils contracting sharply!
The previous chaos and gloom disappeared without a trace.
Jade towers rose from the ground, piercing the sky, appearing and disappearing in the misty immortal fog, glazed tiles, white jade steps, giant golden columns with coiling dragons supporting the sprawling palace, eaves curving upward, wind chimes, towering trees, countless exotic flowers and grasses.
It was a place,
Immortal Palace!
"No, no one made my wish come true, I came here for this!"
Chen Yi suddenly realized that he had clearly seen the Immortal Palace just now and came to climb up here.
"Prince," he called softly, "we’ve arrived."
But when he turned around, Qin Qingluo was nowhere to be seen.
No one answered, Chen Yi looked around and immediately searched everywhere but couldn’t find a trace; Qin Qingluo was gone, a feeling of indescribable irritation and unease seized him, getting lost in this treacherous place, the consequences unimaginable.
Chen Yi took a deep breath, feeling relieved after the tension, suddenly feeling carefree,
Qin Qingluo... what’s so good about her? Overbearing, suspicious, always holding him back, ready to fight and kill at any moment, such a woman is wild and unrestrained, and she almost inadvertently made his wish come true, nearly causing a great mistake.
No match for Yin Tingxue, Zhou Yitang, Min Ning, and others, let alone... half the gentleness and understanding of Yin Weiyin?
"Not as good as Yin Weiyin."
With Qin Qingluo not in sight, Chen Yi could speak freely, liberating himself from many shackles, and let out his innermost thoughts.
............
Immortal cranes glided over the carved beams and painted pillars of the bridge, wings outspread and gracefully moving, Immortals in rainbow attire, either holding jade bottles or carrying ruyi scepters, flowed back and forth in the misty corridors. Their faces were stunning, their demeanor otherworldly, their robes fluttering as they walked.
The entire world was radiant and magnificent, completely different from the dead silence of Dragon Tail City; everything was moving, seemingly alive.
Taking a deep breath, Chen Yi restrained his aura, his form flickering like a shadow blended into the light, silently sneaking into this magnificent yet silent Immortal Palace.
He avoided those Immortals and birds, quickly entering deep along the jade carved corridors.
Suddenly appearing here was this Immortal Palace, no matter how grand and splendid, it inevitably arouses suspicion.
However, after traversing most of Dragon Tail City, this place is the most astonishing.
The sea of clouds surged outside the corridor, distant pavilions and towers appearing and disappearing, the deeper he went, the grander the palace, the more mystical, with immortal presence everywhere.
Finally, he passed through numerous palaces, reaching the depths of the Immortal Palace, looking up to see the most magnificent palace, seemingly carved entirely from a gigantic piece of warm jade, emitting a gentle glow.
The palace doors were tightly shut, flanked by two rows of maids in elegant palace attire. They were beautiful, demurely managing affairs inside and outside the entrance.
Chen Yi’s eyes slightly narrowed; with so many maids, it’s hard to say whether they reside within, perhaps the master of this Immortal Palace lives here.
He held his breath, hiding in the shadows, slowly approaching, waiting patiently for the right moment.
After an unknown period, the heavy palace door finally slid open silently, revealing a glimpse of swirling immortal fog; the maids filed out, standing on both sides.
Just before the palace doors began to close again, a figure slowly emerged from the immortal mist; she had a graceful and elegant bearing, every glance and smile was extremely subtle, faint as water, the highest good is like water.
Chen Yi’s gaze locked onto the slowly turning face.
That... that was clearly...
Yin Weiyin?
