The day was one of great enjoyment for everyone, whether they had long returned to the Profound Sky Continent or were visiting for the first time.
By the next day, the news of Ye Yun’s return from the Heavenly Domain had spread throughout the Profound Sky Continent.
Many who were once on good terms with Ye Yun, or had simply heard of his deeds, came to pay their respects.
This once again filled the Ancient Dao Immortal Palace with bustling activity, with a constant stream of visitors daily.
However, Ye Yun did not stay in the Profound Sky Continent for long, and only a few acquaintances were particularly close.
He specifically chose a time to invite Yu Ruofeng, Lan Aotian, Hong Ling, and the others, and they mostly chatted about daily life in the Heavenly Domain.
Through Ye Yun’s words, they gained some understanding of the benefits of the Heavenly Domain and eagerly looked forward to the opportunity to ascend there in the future.
During this period, Ye Yun lived a leisurely life, spending his days drinking tea, enjoying himself, and discussing the past and future, simply put, shooting the breeze…
Initially, Ye Yun had intended to treat his return to the Profound Sky Continent as a short vacation. However, fate seemed to have other plans, and someone was determined not to let him have a smooth time.
It was on one such day, as Ye Yun sat with Xing Wu and others on Qingyun Peak, sipping tea and chatting, that auspicious clouds suddenly appeared in the sky. A gust of wind materialized out of nowhere, bringing with it a chilling coldness.
In the clear, cloudless sky, snowflakes began to fall.
“What’s happening? Why is it suddenly snowing?”
Fang Zhiwei looked up in confusion but detected nothing unusual.
However, Xing Wu, whose strength had reached the Divine Spirit level, and Ye Yun by her side, their gazes sharpened, fixed intently on the auspicious clouds.
Ye Yun narrowed his eyes and said slowly.
“It seems a distinguished guest has come calling…”
Within his vision, at the center of the miraculous, divine-like auspicious clouds, stood a white figure.
He didn't notice that behind him, Song Ziyue’s delicate brows furrowed upon seeing the figure above.
Although she didn't recognize the person, the bone-chilling cold emanating from them was telling enough.
“These fellows are really fast…”
Song Ziyue grew wary in her heart, while simultaneously concealing her aura to its fullest, making her appear like an unremarkable ordinary person.
Judging by the aura, the newcomer was essentially a High-Level Main God. Although she could defeat them in her current state, she preferred not to expose her identity if possible, considering future circumstances.
Yet, at the same time, Song Ziyue was unwilling to simply hand Ye Yun over.
Now, it remained to be seen whether the other party intended to forcefully take Ye Yun away or had some other agenda…
…
At that moment, the white figure instantly appeared on Qingyun Peak.
Only then did everyone clearly see that the white figure was a female cultivator clad in white.
Her entire being was clad in pure, sacred white.
Combined with her figure and surging aura, she commanded attention…
However, what was most striking was the heart-stopping coldness beside her and the unfathomable fluctuations of divine power.
This person was like a blizzard in a fierce cold wind; merely standing there exuded immense pressure, and her pair of beautiful white eyes swept over everyone.
Ye Yun extended his hand, almost instinctively shielding Xing Wu and Lin Xueyan behind him.
He gazed at the white-clothed woman before him, his brow furrowed, and asked.
“Who are you, and what business do you have on my Profound Sky Continent?”
In secret, he had already prepared a high-grade divine artifact, ready to counterattack with all his might if the opponent made any move.
Whether it would be effective, however, was another matter…
From the fluctuations of divine power, he sensed that the opponent's strength far surpassed anyone he had ever encountered.
This was beyond the level of a Heavenly God; if he wasn't mistaken, this white-clothed female cultivator was at least a Main God.
The white-clothed female cultivator, who had descended, did not answer his question but instead retorted.
“Are you Ye Yun, ranked first on the Talent List?”
Her voice, cold and clear, pierced through one’s bones like a frigid wind in the snow.
Without any pretense, it was a direct, blunt inquiry. Was she not good with words, or was it the absolute confidence that came with overwhelming power?
Judging solely by her aura, Ye Yun felt it was the latter…
“That’s me, is there a problem?”
Ye Yun stared at her with extreme vigilance, awaiting her next move.
Upon receiving his affirmation, the white-clothed female cultivator nodded slightly, then bowed to him, her voice softening somewhat.
“Allow me to introduce myself, I am a divine attendant of Lord Xue Mian. Do not worry, I have no hostile intentions in coming to find you.”
Upon hearing her self-introduction, Ye Yun’s already vigilant heart grew even more taut.
A divine attendant of Lord Xue Mian?
Xue Mian?
The name sounded both familiar and strange to Ye Yun at first.
But as he processed it, he remembered. This was the very same person he had seen on the Great Thousand Worlds Ranking before.
One of the few Star Lords of a Level Nine Great World, hailed as a Creator God?
“The Xue Mian you speak of, is it the one on the rankings?”
“Indeed, it appears Lord Ye Yun still remembers.”
The white-clothed divine attendant nodded.
But her confirmation made Ye Yun even more wary.
He had deliberately hidden his identity in the Heavenly Domain to avoid being targeted due to his top ranking.
Yet, here they were, not only finding him directly but arriving with such a weighty figure.
Xue Mian, the Star Lord of the Floating Snow Domain, a Level Nine Great World, a powerhouse at the level of a Creator God. The gap between him and her now was an absolute chasm that no amount of divine artifacts could bridge.
Xing Wu and the others nearby, as well as the disciples, all tensed up upon learning of her identity, watching Ye Yun with some anxiety.
After all, the current Heavenly Domain was in no way comparable to a Level Nine Great World.
In the almost stagnant, icy atmosphere, Ye Yun forced himself to calm down, took a deep breath, and asked.
“Alright, then may I know why Miss Divine Attendant is looking for me?”
“It is not I, but Lord Xue Mian who wishes to meet you.”
“She wants to see me? For what purpose?”
“You will know when you meet Lord Xue Mian.”
The white-clothed divine attendant’s tone was calm, and she maintained a perpetually serious demeanor, yet she exuded immense pressure.
Hearing this, Ye Yun seemed to recall something and frowned.
“Uh, you mean, you want to take me to the Floating Snow Domain?”
That was the Floating Snow Domain, the stronghold of that Creator God.
If he went there, Ye Yun felt he would likely have no return.
To his surprise, she shook her head.
“It is not necessary.”
Ye Yun was stunned and instinctively asked.
“Huh? Then how will I meet her?”