Alert! The Dragon Lord has emerged from seclusion!

Such rare treasures of heaven and earth, if harvested, might allow the nascent sprouts of chaos to grow faster.

but……

He looked at the invisible protective shield around the grass and its tenacious growth in this desperate situation.

In the end, Lin Chen withdrew his hand and simply sat cross-legged by the grass, absorbing the chaotic cold energy that it naturally emitted.

Half an hour later, Lin Chen got up.

The primordial sprout solidified a little more, and the two small leaf shadows almost materialized.

He didn't pick them, but instead set up a simple concealment and protection array around the grass.

"We share the same origin, let's each cultivate our own paths," Lin Chen said softly, then turned and left.

When we returned to the herdsman's house, it was already dawn.

Su Qingxue stood by the door, her icy blue eyes looking at him: "You went out?"

"Yes, I found a strange herb and went to take a look." Lin Chen didn't hide anything. "It's beneficial to us, but I didn't pick it."

Su Qingxue nodded without asking further questions: "We're getting ready to leave."

After taking the elixirs and packing their belongings, the group ventured into the vast snow-covered Kunlun Mountains.

Lin Chen walked at the front, and the chaotic energy opened up a gray barrier with a diameter of three zhang, keeping the wind and snow out.

Inside the barrier, the temperature was like spring.

Qin Yurou, holding the jade bottle, whispered, "Brother Lin, won't this consume a lot of energy?"

"It's alright." Lin Chen smiled. "The chaotic energy is inexhaustible, so this little bit of consumption is nothing."

Ye Qingcheng approached the edge of the barrier and curiously reached out to touch it. The misty air currents were as gentle as water, yet incredibly resilient.

"Amazing!" she exclaimed. "It's much less strenuous than my Frosty Shadow Domain."

The group followed the safe route Lin Chen remembered, traversing between glaciers and snow-capped peaks.

Along the way, they encountered several small avalanches and crevasses, but thanks to Lin Chen's warnings and the cooperation of everyone, they managed to avoid them without serious injury.

Chu Ling'er would occasionally close her eyes to sense and guide the way away from areas that harbored resentment or dangerous auras.

Mu Qingyao then established a faint connection with the rare snow lotus and ice moss along the way to obtain information about the terrain ahead.

Shen Qingqiu kept a close eye on everyone's physical condition and adjusted the elixirs accordingly.

Su Qingxue and Ye Qingcheng stood guard, one in front and one behind.

Qin Yurou carefully maintained the stability of the jade bottle, preventing Luo Yunyi's spiritual light from being disturbed.

Tacit understanding grows silently.

On the afternoon of the third day, the wind and snow subsided slightly.

Ahead, a massive glacial canyon appeared.

At the entrance of the valley stand two ice sculptures, each a hundred feet tall—not man-made, but naturally formed ice pillars, yet their shapes resemble two ancient guardians holding halberds.

"We've arrived." Lin Chen stopped and looked into the depths of the canyon. "The entrance to Heavenly Prison is at the end of the canyon."

Looking up, everyone could only see a thick white fog shrouding the depths of the canyon, obscuring the view.

But everyone could feel a heavy, ancient aura, carrying a faint sense of oppression, emanating from the canyon.

Su Qingxue's icy gaze narrowed slightly: "This is... Kunlun Heavenly Prison?"

"Okay." Lin Chen took a deep breath and stepped into the canyon first. "Stay close to me, don't touch the ice walls on either side, and don't respond to any sound."

The crowd was awestruck and followed closely behind.

The moment I stepped into the canyon, the temperature around me dropped by tens of degrees!

Even Lin Chen's chaotic barrier rippled slightly.

Even more bizarrely, countless blurry human faces vaguely emerge from the ice walls on both sides, their mouths opening and closing silently, their eyes empty and filled with pain.

Chu Ling'er's face paled, and she gripped Mu Qingyao's hand tightly.

"Don't look, don't listen," Lin Chen hissed, his chaotic energy intensifying to shut out the illusions.

The canyon was very long, and after walking for about fifteen minutes, the view suddenly opened up ahead.

It was a vast ice field surrounded by ring-shaped ice peaks.

In the center of the ice field stand seven stone palaces of different styles, arranged in the shape of the Big Dipper.

The stone hall looks ancient and weathered, its surface covered with a thick layer of frost, yet it inexplicably gives people a feeling of "being alive".

At the center of the seven palaces is an ice pool with a diameter of 100 zhang (approximately 33 meters).

The pool water was as black as ink, yet calm and still, reflecting the hazy sky.

Beside the ice pool stands a stone tablet.

The stele is engraved with four large, blood-red characters:

Kunlun Heavenly Prison.

Arrived.

The ice pool was as black as ink, and the stone tablet was deep red.

Lin Chen stood in front of the "Kunlun Heavenly Prison" stone tablet, his gaze sweeping over the seven familiar palaces, a complex mix of emotions welling up in his heart.

Five years have passed. Since he left this place for the Su family in Jiangnan, he has never returned.

Now that he has returned, he has six women by his side who are willing to share life and death with him, and he is no longer the weak boy who needed his masters to take turns suppressing the Nine Yang Burning Heaven Body.

"This is the Heavenly Prison..." Ye Qingcheng looked around. Although the Frost Soul Sword was not drawn, her right hand had already quietly pressed on the hilt.

"It's so cold, it's not just ordinary cold."

Su Qingxue nodded slightly; her Xuan Yin physique made her exceptionally sensitive to cold.

"The coldness here contains the power of rules. If it is not protected by an array, cultivators below the Nascent Soul stage who stay here for too long will inevitably damage their foundation."

Shen Qingqiu took out a specially made compass. After the pointer spun wildly, it gradually stabilized and pointed towards the ice pool: "The energy field is extremely unstable. There is something in the pool... breathing."

Qin Yurou carefully hugged the jade bottle that nurtured Luo Yunyi's spiritual light tighter, while Chu Ling'er and Mu Qingyao subconsciously moved closer to Lin Chen.

"Don't be nervous," Lin Chen said softly, his gaze falling on the one furthest among the seven stone halls. "The masters know I've arrived."

Before he finished speaking, the door of the stone hall opened.

There were no footsteps.

Only a clear, cold voice, like that of an icy spring, came from inside the hall:

"Five years, three months, and seven days."

"Chen'er, you're late."

As the words were spoken, a white figure slowly walked out.

She was a woman who looked no more than twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, wearing a plain white dress with pale silver ice lotus patterns embroidered on the hem.

Her long hair reached her waist and was simply tied up with a white jade hairpin.

Her face was aloof and stunningly beautiful, with exquisitely shaped features, but her eyes were like a deep, still pool, unmoved by any ripples.

It was none other than the eldest master among the seven masters—Bai Bingli.

She stood at the entrance of the palace, her gaze calmly sweeping over Lin Chen, then landing on the six women behind him, especially lingering on Su Qingxue and Ye Qingcheng for a moment.

"Master." Lin Chen stepped forward three steps, bowed, and said, "I am late, please punish me."

Bai Bingli shook her head: "It's already a miracle that you came back alive."

Her gaze returned to the six women, her tone still calm, yet carrying a barely perceptible hint of concern:

"These people must be..."

Lin Chen stepped aside and introduced them one by one: "Su Qingxue, Ye Qingcheng, Shen Qingqiu, Qin Yurou, Chu Ling'er, Mu Qingyao—they are all my disciples'...fiancées."

Bai Bingli nodded slightly: "Come in first, it's cold outside. Your other masters must be getting impatient."

She turned and walked back into the hall, and Lin Chen quickly called for the six women to follow.

Ye Qingcheng leaned close to Lin Chen's ear and whispered, "Your master... has such a powerful aura. I felt like the way she looked at me was like she could see right through my Frost Yin Body."