"I have not heard any news from Patriarch Xugeng's side that he will be ascending anytime soon," Xuan Li said.
Song Wen immediately felt somewhat relieved.
Xugeng's ascension to the Immortal Realm would certainly be a momentous event. It could not possibly happen silently or without warning; the cultivation world would surely be notified in advance, and cultivators widely invited to witness it.
Thus, Xugeng probably had not yet made preparations to ascend.
As Song Wen pondered this, silence briefly settled over the scene.
Xuan Li spoke again.
"Extreme Yin, what secret art are you cultivating? Why have you sealed off an area ten thousand li across? Do you need me to stand guard for you?"
Song Wen did not answer her first two questions, instead responding to the last.
"Then I'll have to trouble you, Fellow Daoist."
Having Xuan Li stand guard here could indeed spare Song Wen quite a bit of trouble.
For instance, he could have Xuan Li purchase demon souls again and gather intelligence on Xugeng's ascension.
Time flowed slowly, and in the blink of an eye, another four years passed.
This day.
Xuan Li sat in meditation atop a great mountain outside the Ten-Directions Annihilation Formation.
Suddenly, her eyes flew open, her sharp gaze sweeping toward the interior of the formation.
There, a vast and violent pressure abruptly burst through the formation's confinement, sweeping in all directions.
The heavens changed color, fierce winds howled, and the boundless sea of clouds was shredded in an instant.
Xuan Li's pupils contracted slightly.
What happened?
Why did this pressure make my heart pound with dread?
This kind of oppressive sensation... I had only ever felt it when facing a Tribulation Transcendence cultivator!?
Filled with shock, Xuan Li instantly shot into the sky and retreated several thousand li