Wang Furong had not yet reacted.
"Voom..." A sound rang across the heavens, like a Buddhist chant descending from beyond the ninth heaven.
The divine radiance atop Broken Dragon Mountain quietly vanished. The black clouds in the sky rolled backward and withdrew toward the horizon, as though a magnificent painting were unfolding before the three of them.
Above the ninth heaven, a door glittering with golden light opened.
A beam of golden light descended, heading toward Broken Dragon Mountain.
The girl could not help exclaiming, "Master, look over there! She's ascending!"
The old man's mouth twitched violently. He shouted at Wang Xian, "You're really something! You can defy the heavens with a mere lift of your hand?"
"Shh!"
Wang Xian wished he could cover both their mouths. "Old man, can't you show a little restraint? Your disciple is still here. Aren't you afraid Heaven will get angry and send down a thunderbolt?"
The old man laughed. "If Heaven gets angry, it'll strike you. What does that have to do with me?"
In the imperial city.
Almost every cultivator who looked up at the sky was stunned.
Ascending in broad daylight had appeared atop Broken Dragon Mountain once again. How many years had it been since the last time?
The only difference was that this time, there probably wasn't a single cultivator on Broken Dragon Mountain.
Inside the imperial palace.
Wang Jialan rushed out of the Son of Heaven Hall and shouted to the emperor, the two imperial uncles, and the Grand General, "Imperial Father, come look! Someone just ascended on Broken Dragon Mountain!"
The emperor seated on the dragon throne did not move. The corner of his eye twitched violently.
Wang Xian's voice came through the Divine Sea. "She's gone. Your Majesty can deal with state affairs without worry now."