Thunder rumbled across the summit of Broken Dragon Mountain.
At that moment, cultivators throughout the imperial capital looked up at the sky, including Feng Sanniang, who was hurrying away. But even she couldn't guess who was undergoing tribulation on Broken Dragon Mountain.
The emperor and the two princes finally let out a breath they hadn't realized they'd been holding, and could now deal with the turmoil in the palace in peace.
The people by Misty Rain Lake gradually fell silent, watching as tribulation lightning rained down from the sky onto Broken Dragon Mountain—and into their hearts.
Someone undergoing tribulation and ascending was a good thing for everyone.
After all, this was the ultimate goal they had struggled so hard to reach in their cultivation.
At that moment, everyone wondered: if Feng Linglong was undergoing tribulation on Broken Dragon Mountain, where had Wang Xian gone?
In this world, only a very few people had seen the young man stride across the sky above Broken Dragon Mountain, each step giving birth to a lotus as he headed for the Academy.
Even the most observant could only see Feng Linglong beneath the tribulation lightning.
Those with particularly sharp eyes, like Liu Piaopiao and Qiu Mingyu, could just make out the green luan circling above Feng Linglong's head.
Even that was quite something.
By then, Wang Xian had already arrived in the little courtyard behind the Academy, the place he often returned to in his dreams.
A few leaves and a layer of dust lay across the ground.
Apparently, no one had come to clean the courtyard since Zijing left.
Tang Tian and Li Yu were probably cultivating at the Academy all day, with no time to visit the rear hills.
Their hearts weren't on the sky, so they naturally hadn't noticed Feng Linglong