The towering Jianmu tree stood tall, waterfalls and springs bursting into misty spray as immortal aura filled the air.
Tribulation clouds surged across the vast sky, blotting out the sun and casting a colossal shadow over the entire world, their oppressive might weighing heavily upon all.
Purple and azure light flashed as thunder crashed down!
BOOM!!!
The final tribulation bolt transformed into a thunderous streak spanning the heavens and struck Pei Ling squarely.
The instant the terrifying Tribulation Lightning touched his body, it scattered into countless tiny electric serpents. They raced into his Dao body, and the mighty Tribulation Power poured into his physical form without end, like the Milky Way flowing backward.
Pei Ling's aura rose steadily. His 102nd Dao Tribulation had completely transformed from illusory to real!
The next moment, the tribulation clouds dispersed, the gloom vanished, and the azure sky was clear and bright.
The path to ascension wound upward through lush vegetation. A stream tinkled somewhere ahead, yet no graceful brook could be seen. Only a mass of murky mist lingered along the road, chaotic and cold, impossible to brush away.
Under the system's control, Pei Ling strode forward.
Before long, he entered that chaotic aura. Familiar sensations of cold, disorder, depravity, and evil surged like a tide, eagerly seeping into his Dao body and soul.
In an instant, Pei Ling returned to Qingqiu, to the little tower on the isolated island in the lake.
A lone lamp glimmered in the tower. Beneath its dim light, he was still sitting before a small table, intently playing the Qingqiu Song.
The music trickled onward like a waterfall cascading from a mountaintop, nourishing the eight wildernesses.
Amid the exquisite melody, singing drifted through all of Qingqiu.
"An immortal descended to the mortal world, his name and surname untold..."