In an instant, a terrifying surge of spiritual energy swallowed Feng Linglong. It was as if she were the one who held the Mandate of Heaven.
Before she could react, the world spun around her, and light and shadow shifted.
Amid her scream, she had no idea where she was—until a chill swept over her.
When she came to her senses, she was standing on ice that had yet to melt. She had somehow arrived atop a towering peak, so high it seemed she could reach up and touch the heavens.
Not far away, a young man in a fresh white robe stood, ethereal and unworldly.
His white robes fluttered, yet a faint black mist enveloped him. It was as though yin and yang had reached perfect harmony, without the slightest hint of discord.
"Chirp!"
A phantom azure luan appeared above Feng Linglong's head. It was as if she had once been the divine bird herself, and now, reborn to cultivate anew, she was destined to rise to the Ninth Heaven once more.
"This is simply unbelievable. Where is this place?"
When she saw Wang Xian not far away, even Feng Linglong, proud as she was, couldn't help but marvel.
She had seen countless prodigies and monsters, yet never before had anyone moved her so deeply, so involuntarily, as the young man before her. Because she had already seen the black clouds rolling in across the horizon.
Terrifying tribulation lightning brewed within those clouds.
Good heavens, she was about to break through, undergo her tribulation, and ascend!
How could this be? She knew full well that this day was still at least ten years away, perhaps even longer.
"To be honest, I want to kill you and pull up the roots so none can grow back!"
Wang Xian sighed and