Without Song Chi's interference, Luo Hongyi's Immortal King Tribulation proceeded exceptionally smoothly.
Three days later.
The tribulation clouds in the sky finally dispersed, and Undying Mountain gained another cultivator in the Immortal King Realm.
It was unlike the manifestations that had blazed with unrestrained brilliance when Xie Changsheng and Song Chi broke through.
Clad in red, Luo Hongyi floated quietly in midair.
Her expression was solemn and sacred. Her features remained unchanged, yet they now held a sanctity that looked down upon life and death.
And what astonished even her was...
Around her, this once-barren secluded valley had somehow become filled with flowers!
Only, those flowers looked very strange.
Their petals were like blood, unfurling in fine, delicate strands.
Stranger still, these flowers had only blossoms, without even a single leaf.
When the flowers bloomed, no leaves were seen; when the leaves grew, no flowers were seen.
Zhao Wuji, Wen Yao, and the other elders from the Eastern Region who had come from afar to offer congratulations all felt their hearts tremble at the sight of the flowers filling the valley. None dared easily set foot in that area.
"Wh-what kind of flowers are these?" Wen Yao murmured to herself. In her lifetime of cultivation, she had never seen such wondrous flowers bearing the aura of the Great Dao.
Luo Hongyi quietly regarded these wondrous flowers born alongside her attainment of the Dao, and a glimmer of understanding flashed in her eyes.
She reached out, gently plucked one, and held it beneath her nose to smell it.
There was no floral fragrance.
Only a tranquility belonging to the soul's final resting place.
"Flowers bloom on the other shore, yet no shore exists; souls fall into the Forgotten River, yet remain within its waters..."
"Flowers and leaves never know each other