Jialan Jifeng was momentarily stunned by Lin Moyu’s words, “You know my Big Brother and Second Sister?” Lin Moyu nodded, “Yes, I do.” Jialan Jifeng let out a hearty laugh, “What a coincidence! So you’re a friend of theirs. I’m Jialan Jifeng. What’s your name?” “Just call me Lin.” Lin Moyu replied, deliberately withholding his full name so their interaction could remain casual. Jialan Jifeng didn’t mind, “Brother Lin, aren’t you cold?” Like his brother Jialan Lieyang, he was direct, though less mature—his demeanor still tinged with youthful enthusiasm. Lin Moyu shook his head, “I’m fine.” With his physique, this level of cold—probably around -20°C—was negligible. Latest content publıshed on 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵✶𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮✶𝓷𝓮𝓽 While Knights and Warriors could withstand it easily, even Archers and Assassins would start to feel the chill. Jialan Jifeng smiled, “You’re heading to Kunlun Mountain for herbs?” He seemed to assume Lin Moyu was a Herbalist as well. “I’m not here to gather herbs.” Lin Moyu replied, “Are you here to raid a dungeon?” Jialan Jifeng nodded openly, “Yeah, the Kunlun Divine Palace dungeon.” “But Brother Lin, be careful on Kunlun Mountain. Class users from the Asan Kingdom have been active around here lately. There’ve already been several conflicts.” “If you’re with a party, they won’t cause trouble. But if you’re alone, you have to stay alert.” Kunlun Mountain lay along the western border of the Shenxia Empire, stretching over a thousand kilometers and bordering several other nations. Most of these were minor powers, and they avoided provoking the Shenxia Empire. Only one nation, the Asan Kingdom, frequently clashed with the Shenxia Empire. But Lin Moyu wasn’t concerned. Though the Asan Kingdom rivaled the Shenxia Empire in population and boasted a sizable number of class users, their talent was average. They had only three to five God-level powerhouses, all low-tier. The strongest was level 92. The Asan Kingdom couldn’t even compare to the Sakura Kingdom. After all he’d experienced, Lin Moyu simply didn’t see them as a threat. Seeing Lin Moyu remain silent, Jialan Jifeng continued, “Those Asan guys are kind of nuts. Just be careful if you run into them, Brother Lin.” Lin Moyu offered a faint smile, “Thanks. I’ll keep that in mind.” The wind picked up, and snow began to fall harder. Lin Moyu pressed forward through deepening drifts. After crossing several snow-covered hills and walking for nearly an hour, he finally reached Kunlun Mountain’s main peak. Below the main peak, a dungeon entrance slowly rotated, stirring the snow into a swirling vortex. When Lin Moyu saw the dungeon entrance, a tremor ran through his body. He seemed to glimpse the phantom of a vast palace—ten thousand meters high—towering into the sky. Before the palace, he felt as if he stood at the threshold of another world, his own existence dwarfed by its grandeur. Suspended in front of the palace was a massive plaque, inscribed with three characters: Kunlun Divine Palace The strokes were fluid and forceful, as though imbued with the very principles of nature itself. Lin Moyu was momentarily captivated. This world had a Kunlun Mountain, and in the world he originally came from, there was also a mountain range by the same name. Given the linguistic similarities, he began to suspect a possible connection between the two. After zoning out for a few seconds, the phantom palace faded from view, and Lin Moyu returned to his senses. Jialan Jifeng walked up beside him, “Pretty shocking, huh?” Jialan continued, "Everyone sees that palace the first time they lay eyes upon the Kunlun Divine Palace dungeon entrance.” “But no one knows what it’s actually called. I’ve always wondered—could something that massive really exist in this world?" That palace was indeed the Kunlun Divine Palace. Its plaque was inscribed in an ancient script that resembled Chinese characters, distinct from the writing of the Shenxia Empire. Though the meaning was the same, Jialan Jifeng couldn’t decipher the words. Lin Moyu said nothing. It was hard to explain, and better left unsaid. He cast Detection, and information about the dungeon appeared. [Kunlun Divine Palace (early stage)] [Participant limit: 12] Jialan Jifeng explained, "The Kunlun Divine Palace is a special three-stage dungeon, with this early stage at the foot of the mountain being the easiest." "I brought eleven of my guild brothers. Our goal is to earn an excellent rating and qualify for the middle stage at the waist of the mountain." The dungeon was divided into early, middle, and late stages. Only those who cleared the early stage with an excellent rating could enter the middle stage. The middle stage required 24 participants, twice as many as the early stage, but was also far more difficult. Very few parties ever achieved an excellent rating there. The late stage required 48 participants, making it comparable to a large-scale dungeon. As the difficulty increased, forming a party became even more challenging. Even with a full party, without solid coordination, clearing the dungeon was still nearly impossible. According to Jialan Jifeng, the Jialan Guild didn’t face that problem at all. Many of their members had already completed the early stage, making party formation easy. "Brother Lin, once we’ve got it down, we’ll carry you through." Jialan said with a grin, "Don’t worry—it’s on the house. We won’t charge you." Lin Moyu smiled, knowing Jialan's carefree generosity was just part of who he was, "Alright, I’ll be waiting." Jialan Jifeng laughed heartily, "Then we’re off. Take care, Brother Lin." With that, he led his party into the dungeon. Lin Moyu glanced at a spot not far from the dungeon entrance. A crowd had gathered—tents were pitched, and campfires flickered in the cold air. It had already taken on the feel of a small settlement. Some called out to recruit party members, while others grilled meat over open flames. The atmosphere buzzed with life, casual and full of everyday energy. The environment at the waist of the mountain was harsh and unforgiving, so even class users aiming for the middle stage dungeon gathered here to rest and regroup. Laughter and lively chatter filled the air as groups strategized, discussing how best to clear the dungeon and improve their results. Lin Moyu stood quietly, taking it all in. Compared to the Age of Chaos a thousand years ago, life now felt peaceful—almost idyllic. "I hope days can last." He murmured. He reached out and touched the swirling dungeon vortex, and channeled his spirit force, “Let’s go in.” His figure vanished, entering the dungeon by himself. Outside the dungeon, someone rubbed their eyes in disbelief, “Did... did someone just go in alone?” "You’re seeing things. That’s the Kunlun Divine Palace dungeon—way tougher than hell-rank dungeons at the same level. No one goes in solo." "Exactly. Must’ve been your imagination." The first speaker frowned, “Weird… I could’ve sworn someone entered by themselves.” A middle-aged class user, lazily chewing on grilled meat, chimed in, “Some have tried soloing it before. But without exception, they all failed.” “Why would anyone even try that? It's too dangerous.” “There’s a legend.” The middle-aged man said, “They say soloing the dungeon unlocks a special reward.” “But no one’s ever succeeded. Might just be a myth.” Inside the Kunlun Divine Palace dungeon, a familiar, frigid world awaited. Snow swirled violently in a biting wind, colder even than outside. Each snowflake morphed into a razor-sharp blade midair. Lin Moyu’s Bone Armor flared to life, casting a pale white glow. The snowflakes slammed into it, ringing out with metallic clangs. Even staying here came at a price—the very snowstorm inflicted continuous damage. “The temperature must be below -50°C. And the dungeon hits with dual damage: freezing and slicing.” The freezing effect was classified as a water elemental attack, while the wind-driven snowflakes, sharp as blades, were physical attacks. This was the dungeon’s first trial: a dual assault that would persist throughout the entire raid. But to Lin Moyu, it was hardly an inconvenience. His Bone Armor might not withstand blows from God-level powerhouses or level 80-plus world rank bosses, but against the snow, it was more than enough. A colossal mountain loomed before him, its summit lost in the mist. A narrow, winding trail snaked toward the summit—thousands of meters high. Through the mist, Lin Moyu spotted a mountain pass. His task was to follow the trail and reach that mountain pass.