Inner Demon

Song Changsheng did his utmost to keep his tone calm, but Zhuang Yuechan clearly detected the faint tremor in his voice. Even as a revered Golden Core cultivator, there were still far too many things beyond his control. This was one of them.

As for the Inner Demon Tribulation, the parts that could be influenced by human effort were exceedingly limited. In the past, when they lacked the means, they could only grit their teeth and press on. Now, whenever someone entered seclusion for a breakthrough, the Cultivation Chamber would activate a calming formation and burn incense that cleared the mind and focused the spirit.

They had even spent heavily to forge several sets of magic artifacts.

The family had already done everything within their power as well as they possibly could.

What remained truly depended on the will of heaven.

Zhuang Yuechan reached out with her soft hand and clasped Song Changsheng's broad, sturdy palm, saying softly, "Let's go protect Mother together."

"Alright."

Yin and Yang Qi spread beneath their feet, and their figures slowly faded away. By the time they arrived at Xia Yunxue's place of seclusion, Song Xianming had already arrived and activated the Spirit Gathering Array outside the Cultivation Chamber. Spiritual energy from all over Vast Peak surged in under the array's pull.

The vortex in the air grew ever larger, turning into a vast shadow that blanketed all of Vast Peak. Everyone present could not help but hold their breath for her.

Song Changsheng watched tensely with his Divine Sense, sweat unconsciously seeping from his palms.

Inside the Cultivation Chamber, Xia Yunxue sat cross-legged, calming her mind and steadying her breath, her eyes shut in concentration.

At that moment, she had sunk into a memory that was both familiar and strange. She saw Song Luyan,