"So perhaps the paths before you may not end in this world," Dongfang Bai said, her expression resolute.
"Our family of three will also rarely interfere in Qingyun affairs from now on. We will devote ourselves to cultivation and pursue the path of ascension."
At this, many people were brimming with excitement, though some wore bitter smiles.
Xiao Yicai smiled wryly. "The inheritance Master left behind concerning the Tribulation Crossing Realm beyond Taiqing is not so easily attained."
Achieving Taiqing alone had already stumped far too many cultivators.
Let alone transcending Taiqing—the great realm of Tribulation Crossing, where each tribulation was another heaven, and every Heavenly Tribulation was no different from clawing one's way back from death."
Though everyone was filled with fighting spirit, they had little confidence.
Throughout the ages, cultivators who had achieved Taiqing had been as rare as phoenix feathers and qilin horns, much less those who had transcended Taiqing into that magnificent realm.
The years passed unhurriedly. On the path of cultivation, every step skirted life and death; one moment of carelessness could result in soul and spirit scattering. Yet among the countless living beings, there was never any shortage of those daring enough to forge ahead.
Two hundred years later, Gu Xi finally transcended Taiqing and faced the Heavenly Tribulation. After surviving it, she ascended to the Upper Realm.
Over the fifty years following Gu Xi's ascension, Dongfang Bai and Gu Lin successively attained Tribulation Crossing and ascended to the Upper Realm.
After them came Zhang Xiaofan.
As seas turned to mulberry fields and stars shifted, the years that followed saw an ascender emerge every few centuries, or sometimes only once every thousand years, each writing their own legend.
"Hyah!"
Yellow sand filled the skies. The boundless sea of sand steamed and warped