On the morning of August 17, in the year 228 of the Great Han, the skies over Penglai Island had been clear for ten thousand miles, pristine and cloudless. For some unknown reason, the surrounding heaven and earth spiritual energy seemed drawn by a powerful force, surging like a raging tide toward Little Penglai Island at its center.
Before long, thick dark clouds blanketed the skies over the vast Penglai Island, layer upon layer. The once-bright world plunged into darkness, as though night had fallen early.
Amid this sudden upheaval, Liu Changxu stood solemnly atop a steep peak on Penglai Island, clad in magnificent, stately dragon robes. Fierce winds howled past him, yet they could not disturb him in the slightest-not even the hem of his robes stirred.
Behind him, his son Liu Fuhai and daughter Liu Fuyue stood respectfully to either side in splendid robes. Their expressions were equally grave, their gazes fixed ahead, as though something momentous was about to happen.
The three of them had come here because Murong Yuyao was about to face the heavenly tribulation for the Tribulation Transcendence Realm. This trial would determine not only whether she could advance further along her Dao path, but whether she lived or died. Naturally, it tugged at all their heartstrings.
Before long, Murong Yuyao, whom they had not seen for decades, suddenly appeared atop Ascension Peak. She wore silver treasure armor, its flowing radiance revealing its extraordinary quality. Her breathtakingly beautiful face still held the same traces of coldness as before.
Yet when she caught sight of her husband and children in the distance, that cold, exquisite face instantly blossomed into a smile as radiant as the stars, as dazzling and beautiful as spring flowers in full bloom.
Murong Yuyao's appearance sent ripples through Liu Changxu's heart.