The Endgame

"Lesser Freedom Heaven."

The snow-white Sea of Clouds seemed to have been stained by a shadow.

The golden light on the horizon gradually faded.

Above, tribulation clouds began gathering in the once-azure sky, dark as ink.

Pei Ling stood atop the clouds, his robes stirring though there was no wind. The aura around him rapidly climbed; in an instant, he began transforming from Core Formation Peak toward the Nascent Soul Realm.

Under the system's control, he kept taking out artifacts he had once refined, extracting the fates and Curse Power within them and refining them into himself.

The tribulation clouds gathered in ever greater numbers, vast and surging, blotting out the entire sky.

The once-bright, sunlit Lesser Freedom Heaven had fallen into darkness. Even the golden light on the horizon was suppressed to the brink, like a dying ember, barely holding on.

From within the black clouds came waves of heart-stopping tremors.

Vast heavenly might, majestic and fierce.

Deep within the Sea of Clouds lay Slumbering Valley.

Countless Sky-Reaching Giant Woods stood tall, their thick, python-like vines woven together. In the valley's heart, nestled among lush stems and leaves, a peerlessly beautiful girl with silver hair and snow-white skin lay asleep.

Suddenly, Yao Qingying, who had not yet slept long enough, furrowed her delicate brows, then promptly opened her eyes.

Her emerald-green eyes, like jade, held a trace of puzzlement as she gazed through the dense branches at the dark mass of tribulation clouds overhead.

Then she turned her head slightly. Her gaze pierced through layer upon layer of obstruction and immediately found Pei Ling in the center of Lesser Freedom Heaven.

He was the disciple she had made an exception to accept last time. Now, he was preparing to undergo the Nascent Soul Tribulation...

Yao Qingying was very surprised.