The Saintess Has A Showdown 388

Chapter 388: The Legendary Sea Concubine Palace

“Is this… the legendary Sea Concubine Palace…?”

“They look like ordinary village girls!?”

High above the Sea Region, in the misty clouds, a silver-haired woman in an elegant robe frowned.

From her vantage point, looking down upon the crowd below, all she saw were ordinary-looking girls in simple clothing, even a few low-rank Spirit Masters among them.

Even the Ice Congealing Realm no longer accepted low-rank Spirit Masters. What was the Sea Concubine Palace’s purpose? Free labor?

Yin Ye, the Ice Condensing Saintess’s chief successor, began to doubt her decision.

Originally, she had planned to inherit the Saintess title after the Ice Condensing Saintess’s breakthrough to the Sun and Moon Realm, a smooth and effortless ascension.

But just as the Ice Condensing Saintess reached the half-step Sun and Moon Realm, a single step away from the peak…

The Ice Congealing Realm’s strongest had… abandoned them.

Not the lowly grunts, not even the top Spirit Masters, but their only two legendary beings.

Both the Ice Forged Decapitator and the Frozen Throne had vanished, rumored to have gone to a place called the Sea Concubine Palace. Remaining in the Ice Congealing Realm was pointless. That was why Yin Ye had come here.

[Move aside, Lord Attendant.]

A powerful tremor, a voice echoing in her mind, startled the silver-haired woman.

The wind in the sky tore apart as an overwhelming aura descended.

Turning, she saw a massive white wolf, its body bathed in moonlight, streak past, its speed incredible, sending chills down her spine, her scalp tingling.

The giant wolf’s fur shimmered, its powerful body a blur amidst the swirling moonlight, a dreamlike figure.

“A living… legendary being…?”

Yin Ye froze, staring at the wolf’s receding figure, her eyes wide with disbelief.

Although she couldn’t identify its specific species, this was undoubtedly a legendary spirit beast!

Even in the Ice Congealing Realm, a legendary being was a rare sight, once in a hundred years. And yet, here, in the Sea Region, one was casually roaming the skies?

No, wait, although its aura alone could crush her, it was only at the Dawn and Dusk Stage, not even Dead Sea Stage!

Below, in the Sea Concubine Palace, the Spirit Masters, seeing the massive white wolf descending from the sky, also screamed in surprise.

A legendary being?

It was said that a legendary being’s aura alone could kill a Spirit Master, and yet this wolf, its power contained, hadn’t caused any harm.

Even more bizarre, it had landed in the new disciple recruitment area, as if about to participate in the entrance exam.

Was it here to join the Sea Concubine Palace?

Floating in the air, the white wolf glanced down at the crowd of Spirit Masters, its gaze settling on a shimmering ice sculpture atop a towering staircase.

The sculpture depicted a village girl, surrounded by flowing water, six teardrops on her face, like a divine blessing.

A statue of the Sorrowful Saintess, a treasure of the Sea Concubine Palace.

Behind the statue were the Sea Concubine Palace buildings, and the most prominent structure, the massive Saintess Palace.

–Sea Concubine Palace, Saintess Palace

“Sorrowful Saintess, that legendary being from the Hegemony Moon Realm is here. It’s watching us.”

“I know.”

Hearing the Umbrella Immortal’s report, the blue-haired woman, three water droplets swirling in her eyes, her expression calm and serene, nodded slightly.

Gong Lianyue was currently powerless, her spirit energy depleted. She couldn’t access her storage artifacts, communicate with her spirit beasts, or even receive telepathic messages. She had to rely on spoken words.

At this moment, even a low-rank spirit beast could easily kill her, assuming it could get past the legendary spirit beasts guarding the Saintess Palace.

The Frozen Throne, Hong Xiaoqianyu, the Umbrella Immortal, the Shadowlurking Blade, Night’s Executioner, and the Black Moon Dead Tower Palace.

The Frozen Throne had come with the Ice Forged Decapitator. Even the Ice Condensing Saintess was now working as an instructor in the Sea Concubine Palace. And the Black Moon Dead Tower Palace had been promised its freedom and its core in exchange for one month of service.

Having lost its core, the Black Moon Dead Tower Palace was only at the False Soul Stage of the Nether Traverse Realm. Although troublesome, it could be contained by the other four legendary beings.

And with its… friend, the Laughing Red Moon, currently residing within the Nether Spring Narcissus’s… stomach, it wouldn’t risk attacking her.

Gong Lianyue sighed and opened a new Lost Scroll.

The Lost Scrolls from the Heavy Rain Realm and the Hegemony Moon Realm were piled up here, untouched for hundreds of years.

Especially in the Hegemony Moon Realm, a realm of spirit beasts, there were barely any human Spirit Masters.

Just then, the antlered woman, using her thighs as a pillow, reached out and snatched the Lost Scroll from her hands.

“A Lost Scroll? Can you even understand it? You can’t even sense spirit energy right now, can you?”

“Don’t be annoying!!”

Gong Lianyue snatched the scroll back and flicked the White Flower Moon-Treading Deer on the forehead, causing the little deer to whimper and curl up, its eyes watering.

Having lost her spirit energy, she had tried everything to recover, but nothing worked. She was like an ordinary mortal, completely powerless.

So she had given up, turning her attention to the characters on the Lost Scroll.

The characters weren’t written, but formed from the flow of spirit energy, only readable through resonance. To mortals, they were gibberish.

Gong Lianyue, however, was staring at these “gibberish” characters, sensing the flow of spirit energy within.

Her mind and body remembered the surge of power, the unnatural flow of spirit energy, when she had consumed the Pseudo-Moon Pill and temporarily reached the Sun and Moon Realm.

If she could mimic that feeling, that resonance, perhaps she could recover her spirit energy.

The Cold Waterfall Heavenly Gate might attack at any moment. A month was too long. She couldn’t wait.

…

…

A few seconds later, Gong Lianyue’s lips twitched.

The White Flower Moon-Treading Deer had lifted her bathrobe, a look of appreciation on its face.