Qingming's Tribulation
Qingming could cultivate inside the Demon-Suppressing Tower, but it was not suitable for her to undergo the tribulation and transform into a dragon there. This stretch of the void was connected only to the Illusory Mist Marsh in the Immortal Realm. Even dragon-seeking envoys at the Profound Immortal realm would struggle to reach it, and the aura of the dragon race would have even less chance of spreading beyond it. Lu Xiaotian immediately released Qingming from the Demon-Suppressing Tower.
The little white python came out of the tower with Qingming. Lu Xiaotian took out some immortal fruits as well, then sent a message into Qingming and the little white python's minds. After that, he sat down by himself and did everything he could to resist the Black Dragon's dragon essence within his body.
"Yes, sir!" When Qingming learned that Lu Xiaotian had been gravely wounded, she thought of the days when she had lived in constant fear on the Yanmo Plains, and then of this place, where she could at least undergo her dragon transformation in safety. A complicated, indescribable feeling welled up in her heart. Though she could not clearly sense the injuries inside Lu Xiaotian, she knew they were no ordinary wounds. His aura shifted unpredictably, and even seemed to be surrounded by a deathly presence.
But she had no idea when Lu Xiaotian might recover, and from the message he had sent her, she also understood that danger could appear here at any moment. Qingming had no time to dwell on her sadness. She made some fruit puree for the little white python, but it seemed to sense how terrible Lu Xiaotian's condition was. It swam anxiously around him, making soft whimpering sounds, with no interest at all in eating.
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