The Nine Hells Sword returned to his soul.
Across three thousand miles of heaven and earth, that bizarre and terrifying aura of tribulation vanished like smoke in the wind.
Endless brilliant rain of light poured down like a waterfall, surging into Su Yi's tall, transcendent figure.
The vast snow began drifting down across heaven and earth once more.
Like scattered jade and shattered pearls, it adorned the rocks, ancient pines, and cliffs in crystalline white.
Su Yi strolled leisurely.
He paid no heed to the earth-shaking transformation taking place in his cultivation. He only wished to recover his state of mind and take in the night snow and mountain scenery.
Unfortunately, after being disturbed by that immortal ascension tribulation, he was ultimately unable to regain that tranquil, ethereal sense of freedom.
Shaking his head, Su Yi turned and returned.
When the mood struck, wandering through mountains and rivers on a snowy night was incomparably delightful.
When the mood was gone, there was no heart for treading snow, nor any meaning in wandering at night.
Whether to stay or leave was no more than a single thought.
Inside the dilapidated Taoist Temple, the bonfire was gradually dying out.
Fang Han huddled beside the fire. When he saw Su Yi return, he hurriedly asked, "Senior, why did this stretch of heaven and earth become so terrifying just now?"
Su Yi said, "I underwent a tribulation."
Fang Han was speechless.
He could speak of undergoing tribulation so lightly, as though it meant nothing at all?
Then the youth realized something and said excitedly, "Does that mean you have already proven the Immortal Dao and become a Cosmic Realm Immortal?"
Su Yi casually reclined in the Rattan Chair and gave an absent-minded grunt. "Get some rest."
Afterward, Su Yi began quietly sensing the