The Demon Court was a pure land that had emerged into the world. Towering sacred mountains, floating divine islands, and magnificent buildings stood above white clouds. Fallen blossoms danced in profusion, and magnificent scenery stretched everywhere.
Sect Master Zhang was dazed. That kid had actually run off just like that. What had he said before leaving? He was going to undergo tribulation!
Old Zhang immediately became agitated. Wasn't this far too casual? That kid had already stepped into the Saint-level Domain, yet he was going to break through again and climb another level!
Demon Lord Yan Qingyan was also staring blankly. That "evil little brother" was simply too... flashy. He had done it on purpose, hadn't he? He had provoked her the moment they met.
Thinking back to those years, she had emerged from behind the curtain amid drizzling rain, dressed in red and holding an oil-paper umbrella. With one hand, she had beaten "evil little brother" and the others until they sprawled everywhere, fleeing in panic.
"Uncle is about to become a Saint—it'll happen before long. He definitely has a shot in this era!" Wang Dao rubbed his hands together, tremendously excited. After the other Saint-level backers disappeared, Sixth Uncle might well take their place.
He still did not know that Wang Xuan had already become a True Saint. Otherwise, he would not be reacting like this. He might have turned somersaults in the clouds and laughed wildly.
Everyone was stunned. Wang Xuan had simply been walking along when inspiration struck, and he hurried off to undergo heavenly tribulation? What could anyone possibly say to that?
"Little Wang... really is extraordinary." Leng Mei smiled. Having thawed from an Ice Mountain Beauty, she was brimming with warmth as she earnestly received Fang Yuzhu, the Sword Immortal, and the others.
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