Just as she was pondering, a graceful, slender figure suddenly appeared not far from Zhaorong.
She wore splendid robes, and her three thousand strands of dark hair spilled down her back like a waterfall. Her bright eyes shimmered, her beauty was otherworldly. As she appeared, countless flowers gathered around her, as if the Flower Goddess had descended. She was peerlessly beautiful, her bearing elegant and incomparable!
What drew Zhaorong's attention, however, was the aura of the Mahayana stage lingering around her.
Zhaorong immediately smiled and nodded. "Fellow Daoist Kongmeng, congratulations!"
Kongmeng nodded slightly. A pleased smile touched her stunning face, but she quickly composed herself and asked calmly, "How are things now?"
"The younger ones are all more or less unharmed," Zhaorong replied.
"There were a few times when they encountered danger. I considered intervening from afar, but those juniors all had flourishing fortunes and managed to turn danger into safety."
"I haven't had to act even once so far."
After a pause, he continued, "Pei Ling has already passed the Forty-nine Tribulation, but he has yet to reach the Mahayana stage."
"If he doesn't go to the Outer Void now, the fiftieth tribulation won't descend."
"The Demon Emperor has already attacked him. Who knows whether he'll survive what comes next?"
The Demon Emperor had attacked Pei Ling?
Kongmeng's brows knit slightly. She glanced toward Qingyao Mountain. Though the tribulation clouds had dispersed, the commotion within had grown increasingly intense. All kinds of thunderous crashes rang out one after another, accompanied by billowing waves of heat and towering saber intent. Even at this great distance, with mountains and rivers between them, the beasts and birds around them fled in every direction. Countless fish flashed beneath the river's surface, and every living creature had retreated.
She quickly came to her senses