Qingyao Mountain.
Wilderness.
The lush vegetation that had once flourished here had all turned to tribulation ash, drifting about like a vast black snowfall and blanketing the ground.
The boulders had long since been ground to dust and scattered by the astral winds, leaving not the slightest trace.
Above, the thunder had faded away, and the thick, pitch-black clouds rapidly dispersed. The faint light of dawn gradually returned.
Light spilled down from the high heavens, revealing a delicate figure clad in fine silk and splendid robes.
Her eyes were like peach blossoms. Sword-shaped hairpins stood in a forest atop her high coiffure, and her slender, pale hand held a branch that looked freshly snapped from a tree. She stood there with graceful poise.
At this moment, all things in this world had turned to ash. Only Qiao Ciguang remained as radiant as ever, her aura surging with tremendous force. She had clearly entered the Deity Transformation Realm!
She had successfully undergone the Nine Tribulations Deity Transformation!
Qiao Ciguang slowly opened her eyes. Light suddenly gleamed within them, brilliant as precious jewels. Her beauty was peerless, and a faint look of delight crossed her face.
But she quickly composed herself.
This was Qingyao Mountain.
After such a tremendous disturbance from her tribulation, the Demon Race would soon come swarming over, calling on one another to surround and kill her!
At the thought, Qiao Ciguang immediately steadied herself. Just as she was about to determine her direction, she suddenly sensed a peerlessly beautiful figure appear beside her.
The figure was like a flower reflected in a mirror or the moon mirrored in water, stirred by the wind—blurred and unreal, with no details discernible. Yet the image, seeming to sway and shatter, did nothing to diminish her tender grace and radiant, jade-like beauty.