Mu Ningzhu waved her hand and released a Distress Firework belonging to the Haoran Sect. A firework edged in purple exploded in the sky.
Zhou Langchen immediately followed suit and sent out a distress signal. A sharp sword appeared above Shuangshan City.
All the cultivators lucky enough to survive released their own distress signals; some even sent Message Talismans.
By the time City Lord Li wanted to stop them, it was already too late.
Although the Tribulation Cloud had dispersed, no Spirit Rain had fallen, which meant Dian Dian's tribulation was not yet over.
Within Yunxi's sea of consciousness, there was only the sound of Dian Dian whimpering and grunting, growing fainter and fainter. Yunxi was anxious, and could only call out through the Contract Mark:
"Dian Dian, the Thunder Tribulation is already over. Wake up quickly, or you'll have been struck by lightning for nothing. You rendered great merit in breaking the Evil Formation this time, and you even saved so many cultivators. You'll definitely receive Merit. To thank you, they'll surely send you plenty of good things. If you don't wake up, all those good things will go to your master instead."
Yunxi kept painting a rosy picture. In any case, she first had to coax Dian Dian awake.
Dian Dian's consciousness was muddled, and it only wanted to keep sleeping. Yet a voice kept talking by its ear, constantly provoking it. In the end, it grumbled unhappily:
"Stop making noise. Let me sleep a little longer."
Only after receiving a response did Yunxi let out a sigh of relief. At least Dian Dian's consciousness was still there. She immediately threatened it:
"Dian Dian, your wings have grown hard now. You dare talk back to me?"
Dian Dian jolted. Realizing it was its master's voice, its divine soul