Chapter 101: Physical Body (1)

The Purple Gold True Dragon carried Chen Chuan at full speed toward their destination.

After some time, they finally arrived at the target area.

The Purple Gold True Dragon found a hidden spot and landed quietly.

"Big brother, this place is a bit wicked!"

As soon as Ao Kun landed, his pair of massive dragon eyes couldn’t help but narrow.

His massive dragon body even gave an imperceptible shudder.

Purple-gold radiance faintly flowed between the gaps of his purple-gold dragon scales, spontaneously resisting the omnipresent chill.

Chen Chuan stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze fixed on the distant area shrouded in extreme cold, his eyes narrowing slightly.

At the end of his vision, a palace of indescribable grandeur and magnificence stood tall upon the vast land.

It was constructed entirely of a deep blue material that seemed like both jade and ice.

Its height was unknown, reaching tens of thousands of feet into the clouds, as if connecting heaven and earth.

Centered on the Ice Palace, the space for dozens of miles around exhibited an abnormal sense of distortion and solidification.

Fine blue ice crystals condensed in the air around the Ice Palace; the light shining upon them refracted into a dreamlike, hazy brilliance, yet only served to highlight the deathly silence of the cold.

The ground was covered in a thick layer of profound ice.

Some Demonic Beasts that hadn’t escaped in time were completely frozen in their flight, turned into crystalline ice sculptures, devoid of all vitality.

This chill was not low temperature in the ordinary sense; it pierced to the marrow, eroded spiritual power, and could even freeze Divine Sense.

It caused all Cultivators who felt it to experience an indescribable fear from the depths of their Souls.

Cultivators from all over the Secret Realm had already gathered here, a vast sea of people.

Without exception, everyone stayed at least ten miles away from the Ice Palace, not daring to cross that line.

Because the core area near the Ice Palace had long been occupied by a group of figures with powerful Auras.

These people were from the Upper Realm, Disciples of various great sects and immortal families.

The local powerhouses of the Sacred Martial Continent could only mingle on the outskirts of the crowd at this moment, watching the Ice Palace from afar with complex expressions.

There was greed and longing in their eyes, but more so a deep sense of helplessness and wariness.

The arrogance of the Upper Realm Cultivators was etched into their bones.

They had drawn a boundary; if the Cultivators of the Sacred Martial Continent dared to approach, it would mean they no longer valued their lives.

"Damn it, these Upper Realm brats have such ugly manners! They’ve taken all the good stuff for themselves!"

A burly man from the Sacred Martial Continent cursed in a low voice, his face full of resentment.

"Shh! Keep your voice down! If you want to die, don’t drag us down with you!"

The person next to him quickly pulled him back, nervously glancing toward the direction of the Upper Realm Cultivators.

Someone said helplessly, "The situation is stronger than the individual. What can we do? We can only wait for them to finish scavenging and see if we can pick up some leftovers."

"Sigh, you’re right. This Ice Palace is clearly extraordinary; there must be incredible divine items inside. If one could obtain them..."

"Dream on. Didn’t you see the eyes of those Upper Realm Prodigies? They are determined to get it!"

The sounds of discussion were chaotic as everyone’s eyes greedily locked onto the magnificent Ice Palace.

Everyone speculated about what world-shaking Opportunity was hidden inside.

If obtained, one would surely soar to the sky, and their cultivation would skyrocket.

However, reality was cruel.

They could only watch helplessly, their unwillingness and frustration almost turning into physical flames.

Chen Chuan and Ao Kun hid in the shadows, taking everything in.

"Big brother, the situation doesn’t look good," Ao Kun whispered.

His dragon head leaned close to Chen Chuan, his whiskers trembling:

"Those Upper Realm fellows are numerous, and the Auras of a few of them aren’t much weaker than mine."

"Trying to get close under their very noses will likely be as difficult as reaching the heavens."

Ao Kun knew Chen Chuan was strong, but no matter how strong he was, he couldn’t face a siege by so many people.

Chen Chuan remained expressionless; he naturally understood the current situation.

In the depths of his eyes, a hint of Chaos quietly flowed, then transformed into an incomparably clear and deep spiritual light.

Eye of Wisdom, activate!

In an instant, his vision seemed to penetrate the thick walls of the Ice Palace, ignoring the extreme cold that could freeze Divine Sense, directly seeing the scene inside the Ice Palace.

First to enter his sight was a vast world of ice crystals; the internal space was far more expansive than what was seen from the outside.

In the center of the palace was a massive altar.

Upon the altar sat an ice bed carved entirely from ten-thousand-year profound ice marrow.

And on that ice bed lay a woman in white, quietly.

Her face was exquisitely beautiful, as if she were the embodiment of all Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi.

Her eyes were currently closed, fine frost condensed on her long eyelashes, her expression peaceful, as if she had fallen into the deepest sleep.

It was none other than his wife, Ji Siyu!

Chen Chuan’s heart skipped a beat!

He saw Si Yu enveloped in a dense nine-colored divine light, an ancient and sacred Aura continuously pouring down from the Void Realm above her.

And in that void, a longsword hovered.

The sword was three feet three inches long, its entire body as translucent as ice crystal, with mysterious Dao patterns naturally engraved upon the blade.

It was currently emitting an unparalleled icy divine light; the majestic Aura filling the entire palace originated from this sword.

"When did she get here?" Chen Chuan frowned slightly.

Thinking of Ji Siyu’s identity, Chen Chuan felt somewhat relieved:

"This Secret Realm must have been left by her in her previous life. Now that the Secret Realm has appeared and the divine sword has recognized its master, she is receiving the Legacy of her past life and is about to wake up."

Having understood the reason, an indescribable wave of complex emotions welled up in Chen Chuan’s heart.

There was joy for his wife obtaining an Opportunity, but more so, a heavy sense of loss and worry.

He knew Ji Siyu was a God Emperor Reincarnation; this day would come sooner or later.

But when this day truly arrived so suddenly, he found he wasn’t prepared.

Once she fully accepted the memories of her past life, would she still be the same Ji Siyu?

Would the relationship between them as husband and wife change because of this, or even cease to exist?

At the thought that Ji Siyu might look at him with a strange and cold gaze upon waking, Chen Chuan felt uneasy.

Standing in the shadows, his figure seemed somewhat lonely against the backdrop of the grand Ice Palace.