636: Your Highness and Your Highness the Ninth Prince!

At that moment, an illusory figure appeared out of thin air outside the City Lord's room; it was exactly the wisp of Divine Thought Clone left behind by Netherworld Cold in Cang Kong City.

The purpose of his visit was to see his father and report on the matter regarding the Altar.

However, as soon as he approached, he was stopped by the guards.

“Ninth Highness, the City Lord has entered Secluded Cultivation and will not see anyone.”

Upon receiving this news, Netherworld Cold frowned slightly.

At this point in time, his father had actually gone into seclusion? And it was even Secluded Cultivation?

This matter was a bit strange... Logically speaking, the three Core Regions were currently not peaceful, and it was precisely the time when his father was needed to preside over things.

But since the guards had said so, it couldn't be false. Netherworld Cold didn't say much more; his figure flashed, and he left the place.

Since he couldn't see his father, he could only seek help from his eldest brother.

Inside the palace of the First Highness, You Mingcheng.

He paced back and forth alone in the room, his face sometimes showing wild joy, sometimes tightly furrowed brows, and sometimes a flash of anger—clearly, his heart was undergoing a violent storm.

His father's sudden seclusion and the transfer of all power in Cang Kong City to him was undoubtedly a huge surprise, but it also brought heavy pressure.

He knew that this was not just power, but also responsibility.

He needed to stabilize Cang Kong City's position during the years of his father's seclusion and, if possible, take it a step further.

At the very least, it must not become weaker than it was now!

Just then, a knock sounded at the door.

“Who is it!”

“Eldest Brother, it's me! Your Ninth Brother!”

Hearing this familiar voice, the complex thoughts on You Mingcheng's face instantly turned into surprise. He stepped forward quickly and personally opened the room door.

“I was wondering who it was; so it's Old Ninth. Come, come, come in quickly.”

Netherworld Cold's Clone pushed the door open and entered.

“Old Ninth, why are you here? How is it? Have you found the place mentioned in that clue? Has your cultivation improved?”

You Mingcheng issued a series of greetings, his eyes full of concern.

The concern You Mingcheng showed at this moment was from the heart.

He had always been protective of this Ninth Brother. Although outsiders rumored they were competitors for the position of heir, he had never truly viewed Netherworld Cold as an enemy.

On the contrary, he was proud of Ninth Brother's natural talent and knew well that Ninth Brother was obsessed with cultivation and not keen on power struggles.

Netherworld Cold naturally knew his eldest brother's thoughts as well, so the two of them had a tacit understanding.

After being together for a long time, the person he liked most was this eldest brother of his.

One had to know that although his Physique allowed him to Cultivate extremely fast, the consumption of resources was also incredibly terrifying. Especially when facing a Bottleneck, the resources required to force a Breakthrough were simply Heaven-Defying!

As the eldest brother, You Mingcheng had silently helped him too much in terms of resources... If asked who was the best besides their father, Netherworld Cold's answer would definitely be his eldest brother!

Netherworld Cold shook his head with a bitter smile.

“Eldest Brother, I found it, but now I've encountered a very thorny problem.”

“Oh? What is it?”

Subsequently, Netherworld Cold informed You Mingcheng about the strange Altar in full detail, without missing a single thing.

From how he found the Formation Seal and how he passed through the turbulence, to the grandeur and eeriness of the Altar, as well as its appearance and so on—every detail was narrated clearly.

However, regarding Lu Hao, Netherworld Cold did not mention him.

In his heart, that was merely an interlude, not worth mentioning.

After listening to the description, You Mingcheng pondered for a moment and spoke:

“Old Ninth, don't worry. Leave this matter to me. I'll go consult the Vice City Lords; with their cultivation, they might have heard something about it.”

“Eldest Brother, it's better if you try not to!”

Netherworld Cold immediately stopped him.

You Mingcheng asked in confusion:

“Why?”

“Eldest Brother, I have a premonition that this Altar might be extraordinary. No one else knows about this matter, only you and Father. If others find out, I fear complications may arise.”

He gazed at his eldest brother, his words serious.

“I've always been obsessed with cultivation and haven't studied many ancient texts. Father is in seclusion, and you have always been well-informed, Eldest Brother, so I can only rely on you to help me research this. This matter is of great importance, and I only trust you.”

Looking at Ninth Brother's sincere gaze, a warm current flowed through You Mingcheng's heart.

He knew that Old Ninth truly trusted him. In a place like Cang Kong City, which was full of open and secret struggles, such trust was particularly precious.

“Alright!”

You Mingcheng patted his shoulder heavily.

“We are brothers; don't mention it. Rest assured, leave this to me. I will give you an answer as soon as possible.”

“Great, thanks, Eldest Brother!”

Netherworld Cold stepped forward and gave his eldest brother a heavy hug.

If anyone else saw this scene now, they would surely be shocked beyond measure.

How could the relationship between these two be so good?!

Weren't they said to be the fiercest competitors for the position of City Lord heir?

The two brothers spoke a few more words and then hurriedly parted.

After Netherworld Cold's Clone left, You Mingcheng plunged into the city's Ancient Text Room and began to flip through a massive amount of ancient books, trying to find any traces of that Altar.

With a wave of his hand, countless ancient scrolls and Jade Slips flew from the shelves, floating in mid-air.

These were the collections of Cang Kong City over tens of thousands of years, recording countless secrets of the Netherworld. You Mingcheng's Divine Thought was like a tide, quickly scanning every page and every rune.

He knew that the news Old Ninth brought back was no small matter; that Altar could never be an ordinary object.

Seven days and seven nights.

The Ancient Text Room was brightly lit, and You Mingcheng had been searching the entire time.

However, even though he had searched through all the records he could find, that Altar seemed to have appeared out of nowhere; there wasn't the slightest shadow of it in any records.

His heart grew increasingly irritable. Could this Altar be something that had never appeared in the Netherworld before?

Or perhaps, it existed in some extremely hidden ancient texts, those taboo records that only a few people could access?

Ultimately, he decided to look for someone.

Lin Xin, the one among the three Vice City Lords who was closest to him, had always supported him in secret and helped him handle many troubles outside of cultivation.

You Mingcheng trusted him very much.

Vice City Lord Lin Xin not only had profound cultivation but had also explored more than twenty regions of the Netherworld in his early years, visiting countless dangerous places. In terms of being well-informed alone, perhaps even his own father could not compare to him.

Presumably, he should know the method to open this Altar, right?

With Ninth Brother out there, such an Opportunity was certainly better obtained sooner than later. Dragging it out was definitely not good news for him.

In order to let Ninth Brother get the Opportunity as early as possible, You Mingcheng also failed to keep Netherworld Cold's words in mind...