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Caught in calamity, annihilating all things, the Book of Life and Death and the Spring and Autumn Reincarnation Pen vanished amidst the lightning, while the Sun-Shooting Divine Bow also disappeared. Even the Evil Weapon shone briefly before it too was engulfed in the immense thunder.
In the instant the Nine Thunder Tribulation struck, the beast broke free from Yunxi's embrace and charged into the Nine Thunder Tribulation, disappearing alongside me.
The sound of earth shattering echoed as the lightning exploded, flattening several miles around Qingliang Mountain. After the tribulation, everything turned to ashes. As everyone regained their sight from the brief blindness, they gazed into the thunder pit, where remnants of Lightfeather lingered, revealing a hint of loss in their eyes.
Only with the fall of a Supreme would such a phenomenon as Lightfeather occur.
Even the one who shot down Song Qianqiu could not survive the Nine Thunder Tribulation. Was there truly no path to ascension in this world?
No one could accept this reality. Although there had been multiple records of such events throughout Daoist Sect history, where Daoist Technique transcended tribulation only to turn to ashes in the end.
The Five People wiped their tears; Yunxi was heartbroken as she turned back into Qingliang Temple, while Douding cried loudly.
After a sigh, Zhou Manman summoned blooming lotuses beneath her feet and soared into the air, flying towards the South Sea.
Kong Zhuan Qing stood amidst the vast thunder pit and scattered Lightfeather, with nothing else remaining.
At the back of the crowd, Old Scholar laughed heartily. His frail figure hunched over as he said, "Yang Hao, oh Yang Hao, suffering from Injury of the Dao, since ancient times immortals and demons have found it hard to cross over. You have finally perished."
After finishing his words, Old Scholar wept bitterly and shook his head. Leaning on his cane, he lamented, "Longevity—what is longevity?"
Five years later.
In those tranquil days, everyone gradually accepted my departure. Every day, Yunxi stood before Qingliang Temple, staring blankly at the distant thunder pit. For five years, she often did this—gazing for entire nights without speaking. Sometimes, an icy aura would escape from her body, freezing all of Qingliang Mountain.
A boy trembled as he emerged from the temple. Dressed in thin pajamas and wrapped in a blanket, his face turned pale from the cold. He whimpered helplessly, "Mom, why are you here again? I'm about to freeze to death."
Hearing her son's voice snapped Yunxi awake; she withdrew her freezing power.
Down in Niujia Village, a chubby boy around four or five years old was jolted awake by the cold. He shivered as he climbed onto his parents' bed and startled them awake. "You're already this big; why did you come into my and your mom's room? Where did you get the key?"
"Dad, the door wasn't locked at all! Aunt Yunxi must have gone crazy again; I wonder if she'll freeze Changsheng to death," replied the chubby boy.
"That's ice power, not madness! Who told you to bother Aunt Yunxi? Your mom and I were sleeping! Didn't I tell you to practice properly? How could you freeze to death? Get out!" May Day kicked him out of the room.
The chubby boy cried out loud, "I must not be your biological child! Uncle Guo Huaiyi told me long ago!"
In another wooden house, a woman woke Guo Huaiyi and said, "Is Yunxi having another episode? It's so suddenly cold in Great Xia."
"Probably. Don't worry about her; it's not like we can freeze an Immortal. Let's just sleep. We have to work on creating people tomorrow, or Dad will scold us. I heard Iron Bull's wife is already pregnant," Guo Huaiyi replied, turning over to sleep.
Meanwhile, at the entrance of Iron Bull's room, two double happiness characters were posted. Feeling the chill, Iron Bull carefully covered his wife with a blanket before stepping out. He looked up at Qingliang Mountain and sighed, "Boss, I can't shake the feeling that you won't just leave like this, but it's already been five years."
Inside Dragon Tribe Village, Huzi was surrounded by his wives, sleeping soundly with two beautiful women in his arms. Suddenly, the door burst open, and a cold-faced woman stood at the entrance. The two beauties on the bed quickly knelt down in fright, calling her "Madam."
The woman commanded, "Get out!"
The two beauties hurriedly wrapped themselves in blankets and fled the wooden house. Moments later, Huzi was dragged out by the ear by the woman, exclaiming, "Xiangxiang, be gentle! I didn't mean it; it was definitely sleepwalking!"
In Jiangnan Courtyard, Jiyao suddenly woke up and called out to Yang Sanqian, " Yang Sanqian, Yang Sanqian!"
Yang Sanqian awoke and asked, "What's wrong, Jiyao?"
"I dreamed that Hao is coming back. He's bored in the immortal realm and misses us," Jiyao said.
"You've dreamed that more than once. Just go back to sleep," Yang Sanqian replied.
"I really feel this time it's true. You know that Hao is no ordinary person; the Nine Thunder Tribulation couldn't destroy the Sun-Shooting Divine Bow or the Evil Weapon. But those two things are missing now. Hao is clever like a Ming Ren, so he must be trapped somewhere and is trying to tell me he's coming back. Tomorrow we should go to Qingliang Mountain to check on our grandson," she insisted.
Yang Sanqian nodded in agreement but sighed internally as he recalled the scene of the thunder tribulation; it made him restless. He softly murmured, "Five years... it's been exactly five years."
Five years ago, after the Nine Thunder Tribulation, a beast had flown into the thunderstorm and landed on my shoulder. The overwhelming thunder struck us; I wanted to send the beast away, but the massive thunder exploded without regard for any defenses, and lightning surged through my entire body.
When I regained consciousness, I found myself on an island floating in the vast starry sky. Surrounding me were countless galaxies and nebulae from various planets.
The island was filled with Spirit Energy, strong enough to rival that of the Dragon Vein Imperial Qi. The beast became incredibly excited upon arriving here, as if it had returned home. It floated in the air, swimming like a frog one moment and doing backstrokes the next while making strange sounds.
The ground was littered with Holy Medicine, more numerous than weeds on a mountain. The surrounding atmosphere was thick with almost fog-like Spirit Energy. I whispered to myself, "It seems I'm not dead; could this be the immortal realm?"
I looked inward at my Qi Sea. My Nascent Soul had awakened; my injuries from the Dao had healed, and my body felt incredibly light. Floating above my Qi Sea were the Book of Life and Death and a reincarnation pen along with the Sun-Shooting Divine Bow and the Evil Weapon.
Following a path lined with Holy Medicine, I walked forward while occasionally calling out for Bubble to stay close until I spotted a towering mountain shrouded in immortal energy ahead. Atop that mountain stood a massive palace made of gold, far larger than the Imperial Hall of the Yang Family, its grandeur leaving one in awe.
As I reached the foot of the mountain, a figure flew toward me with an ethereal presence. I felt a bit wary at first but soon realized that this person was someone I recognized—Wu Zhenqing, whom I had met during the early period of the dark turmoil.
“Wu Zhenren?” I asked in surprise.
Wu Zhenqing replied, “Celestial Friend, it has been many years. I must thank you for your guidance back then, which allowed me to complete the Dark Moon Secret Art. I express my gratitude in advance.”
“There’s no need for such formalities, but what is going on here? During the Dark Turmoil, I heard that after your passing, your body was buried. Why are you alive now? Is this truly the Celestial Realm?” I inquired.
Wu Zhenqing said, “The Dao is ever-changing, and immortals are ethereal. Mortals cannot fathom it, nor can they see it. As you can see, this is indeed the Celestial Realm.”
“Then how come I've seen many people who transcended tribulations turn to ashes? Did those people survive as well?” I asked.
Wu Zhenqing shook his head and replied, “Since ancient times, countless beings have emerged from the human race who learned to harness spiritual power and create spirit sacrifices. Among those who reached the Supreme Realm, there are hundreds of thousands of humans and demons. Among thousands of Demon Spirits, one being emerged that could control the laws of the earth; that being is the Lord of the Ghost Realm. She established the Celestial Realm. Later, as human refiners fell into obscurity, Laozi Li Er founded the Daoist Sect. Over thousands of years, tens of thousands have reached the Supreme Realm, but very few have transcended tribulations—less than one percent of the total. Most of those who shone brightly in history have long since fallen, while some obscure individuals have passed through their tribulations unscathed. To this day, no one knows the principles behind transcending tribulations except for the Lord of the Celestial Realm.”
“Lord of the Celestial Realm?” I asked in confusion.
Wu Zhenqing nodded and said, “It is she who sent me to bring you to the Celestial Palace. Come with me.”
I followed Wu Zhenqing closely, with my summoned beast trailing behind me. As I looked around at everything here, I asked, “May I ask, Wu Zhenren, have historical figures like Bodhidharma, Mud Buddha, Zhang Daoling, White-Browed Ancestor, as well as your last disciple Daoist Master Wang Yang and Sword Saint Miao Zhong all come to the Celestial Realm?”
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