At the Tribulation Transcendence Late Stage, one could break free of the shackles of lifespan; to pass through it, one naturally had to undergo the baptism of Heavenly Tribulation.
Looking across the Three Realms, ranging through past and present, there had never been a single person who could be an exception.
The Phantom Moon Moth naturally understood this. It showed not the slightest trace of fear... Since it knew the Heavenly Tribulation was unavoidable, it had long since made meticulous arrangements.
Since it had come prepared, of course it could remain calm in the face of change. Compared with the ease and difficulty of Lin Xuan's rushed tribulation that day, the two simply could not be mentioned in the same breath.
She believed she could turn peril into safety and smoothly advance to the Tribulation Transcendence Late Stage.
At last, the first wave of Heavenly Tribulation descended.
Meanwhile, somewhere unknown countless tens of thousands of miles away.
This was an unknown cultivation cave, and Lin Xuan sat cross-legged inside.
A little over ten years of meditation, compared with other Cultivators advancing to the Tribulation Transcendence Late Stage, basically counted for nothing.
When one's strength had reached their level, time became only a simple concept; to stabilize one's realm, one naturally spared no effort.
Seclusion was usually counted in centuries.
Even going into seclusion for several thousand or ten thousand years in one stretch would not be strange.
A short dozen-plus years was no more than the snap of a finger.
But to Lin Xuan, it was also extremely precious. Perhaps it was a little short, but he had barely managed to stabilize his realm.
Of course, Lin Xuan had no intention of leaving seclusion immediately.
You couldn't eat hot tofu in a hurry.
As things stood now, going into