The strand of cocoon silk was drawn longer and longer, floating in the air. Pulled by that force, the snow cocoon began to turn slowly, then faster and faster.
More and more of the silk, like gold and jade, was drawn free and spread throughout the cliff cave. In the sunset's glow, it looked like burning snow.
At last, all the silk had been drawn from the snow cocoon, revealing what lay within.
Amid the silk filling the air, Bai Zao sat cross-legged in midair and slowly descended, her eyes still closed.
As she descended, she slowly opened her eyes, then woke, her feet coming naturally to rest on the ground.
A fresh aura arose from her and spread in all directions, stirring a breeze that sent the silk whirling ever more rapidly until it broke apart inch by inch, flew outward like moths, then vanished into nothingness.
She walked out of the cave, her white skirt fluttering slightly, like an immortal maiden.
Watching this scene, the people outside the cave were stunned into silence.
Sensing that aura, Xiang Wanshu could not contain his joy. He bowed and said, "Congratulations, Senior Sister!"
The Zhongzhou Sect disciples bowed in salute.
Voices offering congratulations rose one after another from the distant crowd.
Bai Zao had reached the peak of the Golden Core stage!
To survive in such a brutally cold environment was already almost the stuff of myth, let alone continue cultivating and break through to a new realm.
Only then did Bai Zao truly wake and roughly understand the situation before her.
But rather than speak to Xiang Wanshu and her fellow disciples, she looked toward the crowd.
At last, her gaze settled beyond it.
The crowd naturally parted to form a path.
At the end of that path stood Jing