"Yes! Too difficult, far too difficult! Heaven had not let him down!"
"Though he lost one lifebound beast, he had risen anew after being driven to the brink of death!"
"The twelfth rebirth tribulation—at the very least, he had reached Feng Qingyu's level, right?"
Fang Shenyu's eyes burned as he threw back his head and laughed heartily.
"The twelfth rebirth tribulation is the safest! It won't be much weaker than the twelfth death tribulation. As long as he doesn't enter the death tribulation, he can live for at least another three hundred years. Unlike those two old ghosts, Dizang and Posuo, who have only a few days left to live. Even if Dugu Jin takes that final step, he will either become a god or die. Better not to enter the death tribulation!" Fang Yuqing laughed through her tears.
She was too excited, too relieved.
Watching a middle-aged man finally fulfill his dream with her own eyes, as a woman who had silently accompanied him for two hundred years, the joy she felt surpassed everything.
She could not control her tears.
The eighty thousand members of the Supreme Purity Fang Clan soon learned what had happened.
"Congratulations, Clan King!"
Cheers and laughter instantly swept away the previous gloom.
The blazing fire of the Supreme Purity Fang Clan burned fiercely amid the ice and snow.
The snow had not melted, yet their burning hearts made the ice and snow thaw.
Everyone knew that Fang Taiqing's breakthrough was fundamentally different from Jian Wuyi's.
Jian Wuyi had long been capable of entering the "eleventh death tribulation," but had deliberately held himself back, just as Feng Qingyu had held himself at the twelfth death tribulation.
But Fang Taiqing had turned from death to rebirth.
This was a true breakthrough beneath crushing pressure!
This was