One hour, two hours. From the sun standing high overhead, to the sun setting beyond the western hills, then to the full moon hanging high in the sky, Xiang Yang, Fifth Zhongqi, and the father and son Fifth Yijin remained almost motionless, exchanging only a few words now and then.
Fortunately, all three were formidable martial artists, able to settle their hearts and restrain their natures.
Even Fifth Yijin, the weakest among them, possessed peak innate martial prowess. Living on wind and dew was no hardship to him at all. Going a day without sleep or food did not diminish his condition in the slightest; instead, his spirits rose ever higher as he waited eagerly for news of Ning Ke's success.
Not until the morning of the third day did a clear, impassioned cry suddenly ring out from the mountaintop. Like the call of a phoenix, it shot straight into the clouds, tangible waves spreading outward in circles through heaven and earth.
It directly scattered the dew gathered upon countless blades of grass and flowers across the morning mountain, artificially creating dense fog that spread for several miles. Just like the Land of Flying Immortals in Hedong Prefecture, Yongzhou, the thick mist contained Ning Ke's incomparably powerful spiritual force after her transformation, already possessing the might to turn heaven and earth upside down.
Xiang Yang was delighted. When he had attained the Dao of the Heavenly Blade, blade qi had likewise stretched across the sky, producing astonishing phenomena. Since Ning Ke had reached this step, her future was boundless. Perhaps, just as he had expected, they truly might one day shatter the void hand in hand.
The next moment, Ning Ke—petite yet towering—descended from the heavens like an immortal maiden, stepping through empty space one pace at a time. At