Wind and thunder surged, racing like lightning, and heaven and earth lost their color.
These were the celestial signs of Nascent Soul Formation.
Su Lang told Jiang Miaomiao and Wen Maimai to leave. They were still in the Foundation Establishment Realm. If they stayed here and heavenly lightning struck them, they could easily lose their lives if they failed to withstand it.
But when Su Lang returned to the room, he found Ning Xiang's brows tightly knitted, as though she were resisting Nascent Soul Formation.
What exactly had happened to her?
And why had her cultivation soared so suddenly in such a short time?
Ning Xiang struggled to wake, but once Nascent Soul Formation was interrupted, she would suffer a regression in cultivation at best, and risk losing her life at worst.
Su Lang played the Nine Shao Music, hoping to soothe Ning Xiang's divine soul, but it still did no good.
"Junior Sister." Su Lang cradled Ning Xiang's face and called to her, a hidden terror rising in his heart.
How could she survive twenty-one days of tribulation lightning in this state?
Ning Xiang could not hear him. The scene of chains piercing Zhu Yu's heart echoed over and over in her sea of consciousness.
Zhu Yu's blood was scalding, and its thick, metallic scent engulfed her.
The warmth of Zhu Yu's palm still lingered between her brows.
She wanted to search for Zhu Yu, only to discover that she was trapped in spiritual light, unable to break free.
The familiar sound of thunder reached her.
Why was she undergoing a tribulation now?
Even from far away, Lu Qingchen saw hurricane winds whirling over Solitary Light Peak, thunder booming and lightning flashing.
Someone on Solitary Light Peak was forming a nascent soul?
The only person who might currently achieve