"Have you ever heard that three thousand years have passed and now someone is about to ascend to heaven!"
"Oh? Let me think... There are only a few powerful people in the Tribulation Realm nowadays. Could it be Master Ye from the Qingliu Sword Sect?"
"You only guessed half right. It is indeed a sword cultivator from the Qingliu Sword Sect, but the one who will ascend this time is not Sect Leader Ye, but his last disciple, Fairy Wen Yunwen!"
"Hiss—How old is she this year? She has already ascended?!"
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The news that Wen Yun was going to ascend to heaven spread like wildfire. No one knew who started it, but at first it was only circulated within the Qingliu Sword Sect, but later everyone in the major sects in the four continents knew about it.
At first, everyone was skeptical. After all, there had been rumors that the immortal path was cut off and there was no hope of ascending. In addition, Wen Yun was too young to ascend. However, after Master Duyuan of Tianyin Temple and the ancestor of the Wan family came to visit, they were frightened by the thunder and dared not move. The aura of Wen Yun was so terrifying that people dared not look directly at her. Finally, the news that she was going to ascend was confirmed.
Since Ye Shubai took over the position of the leader, the Qingliu Sword Sect has become lively again.
Moreover, the excitement this time was far greater than last time. Perhaps it was because there was no threat from the evil cultivators, and everyone had nothing to do. When they heard that Wen Yun was going to ascend, they all rushed to verify it with their own eyes.
However, when they actually arrived within a thousand miles of Qingliu Sword Sect, everyone felt like retreating, not daring to go any further, and only dared to watch from afar in Qingshan City.
The teahouses and taverns in the city suddenly became bustling with activity. Among them, the new work "Sister Firestick" by Meng Xianren became the new favorite of storytellers. Some people found that the prototype of the heroine was very similar to the ascended Wen Xianzi, which immediately caused another wave of enthusiasm.
So, people from all over the country listened to the storyteller's stories while watching the thunder coming from the sky. It was so exciting.
The cloud had spread across the entire sky, pressing low on the zenith. Golden and purple lightning could be faintly seen above it. Even from a thousand miles away, the earth-shattering noise could be heard.
The people who were watching from afar were all terrified, not to mention the people from the Qingliu Sword Sect who experienced the power of the thunder up close.
The sword cultivators who had been fighting with swords on the peaks had already quietly retreated back into the courtyard, fearing that the swords in their hands would attract heavenly thunder.
In the end, the only ones who dared to stay on the Tenth Peak were Zhu Erchong and others.
"Don't be afraid. There will be hundreds of thunderbolts. At first, these won't be scary. They are not much different from what leaked from the clouds before."
Wen Yun sat on the top of the tenth peak, enduring the occasional thunder from the sky, while calling out to her friends standing in the distance to reassure them. In order to ensure their safety, she even gave them the thunder-proof umbrella from the upper realm.
"It's not that I'm afraid. After all, your thunder has been striking for three days. We are used to it now."
Zhu Erchong, who was holding an umbrella to protect his fellow disciples, couldn't help but sigh, with helplessness in his words.
When they first learned that Wen Yun's thunderbolt had officially descended, both the younger generation and Yue Xingzhou's ancestors were filled with mixed feelings. They stumbled back to protect Wen Yun, but then they thought that after he ascended to heaven, they might never see each other again in this life. Even a tough guy like Shen Xinghai couldn't hold back his tears on the spot.
Everyone took out their most precious treasures and gave them to Wen Yun. They said goodbye to each other reluctantly, and made a passionate vow to ascend to heaven within a thousand years and meet again in the upper realm. How touching it was!
The result was unexpected...
The thunder brought by Wen Yun has been striking for three days in a row, but she has not yet ascended and left.
The people below went from standing in tears to sitting and watching, and now they are sitting lazily in the small courtyard of the Tenth Peak, sharing the food and wine and chatting happily.
Senior Sister Meng Ran couldn't help but sigh: "Junior Sister Wen, you ascended to heaven at the age of sixteen. I'm afraid no one will believe it if you write a story about it in the future."
Wen Yun also smiled bitterly.
She also wanted to suppress it for a few more years, and then ascend after her swordsmanship was more perfect. However, as time goes by, her cultivation could no longer be suppressed, and she finally attracted the thunder of ascension.
There is no such thing as "half-step ascension" in the upper realm. After the tribulation realm is cultivated to perfection, one will be greeted by tribulation thunder, and will shatter the void and ascend.
It’s just that she and Ye Shubai had not cultivated the source power of heaven and earth before, so they could not ascend. Now that they have realized it, it is natural for them to ascend.
Everyone in the world says that Wen Yun is a rare genius, and that she has great luck, which is why she was able to ascend to heaven at the age of sixteen. But only she herself knows that, in fact, she had already accumulated five hundred years of cultivation before that.
To be precise, this was her second time to "ascend". The reason why she was shattered into pieces in her previous life was probably because she did not temper her body with the power of heaven and earth, so she died before she could even withstand the first heavenly thunder.
Hearing them all praising themselves as geniuses, Wen Yun had no choice but to smile bitterly, and sighed in his heart, "How can there be so many geniuses and adventures? They are just practicing desperately in unknown places."
Perhaps they all regarded this as modesty, and only she herself knew the hardships of these hundreds of years.
As he spoke, another huge golden thunder struck Wen Yun, and this time the thunder was much louder than before. Even though Wen Yun was prepared, he still took two steps back imperceptibly when he was hit.
She did not use magic weapons to resist again, because Master Su Yuan told her that tempering the body with thunder was a rare opportunity, and the more thunders she could endure, the better.
However, the thunderbolts were stronger than the last. She had remained calm when struck by lightning before, but now her face was slightly pale.
She had driven all her senior brothers and sisters out of the Tenth Peak a long time ago. With their current cultivation level, if they were struck by lightning in the wrong direction, they would all be reduced to ashes. Now, the only ones who stayed by her side were Little Fire Dragon and Senior Su Yuan.
"The forty-second heavenly thunder."
Master Su Yuan sighed out this number in a low voice, his eyes were somewhat complicated, "In the upper realm, the more thunderbolts one can withstand, the stronger one will be after ascending. At least, there will be only a few thunderbolts, and at most... I heard that when the junior great-grandmaster Shang Wuyang of the Dongxuan School ascended, he suffered a full 101 thunderbolts, so that after ascending, he could fight against the masters of the pseudo-immortal realm. It's so terrifying!"
In fact, Master Suyuan can also be considered a person of outstanding talent.
After he was accepted into the Dongxuan Realm, he practiced the skills from the upper realm. Soon, he caused the ascending thunder to fall. Although it was not as terrifying as that of his junior uncle Shang Wuyang, there were still eighty-eight thunders, far more than many geniuses in the Dongxuan Realm.
It was also because of this that Suyuan Zhenren, who had no background at all, aroused the jealousy of other people in the Dongxuan Sect and caused a lot of trouble.
He threw away the unpleasant past, and turned to look at Wen Yun with his hands behind his back, and said seriously: "Girl Yun, with your talent, you should not be worse than me. Every ten heavenly thunders are a hurdle. If you can withstand the tempering of ninety heavenly thunders, you will be a top genius even in the upper realm, and your future is limitless!"
Wen Yun was about to say something harsh when a fierce thunder fell from the sky, striking her chest and causing her to feel pain. A trace of blood even flowed from the corner of her mouth!
"Stupid magician!"
The little fire dragon was anxious and wanted to resist for her, but was scolded by Wen Yun: "Xiao Hong, retreat!"
Its eyes quickly filled with tears, and it didn't know whether it was because of the anger or worry, and its voice choked unconsciously: "You might as well fly up now. What if there is a powerful thunder later and you are struck to death?"
It is clearly a ferocious-looking dragon, but it cries like a child.
In fact, it didn't want to be like this, but it couldn't help it.
Because it had witnessed the death of its master with its own eyes.
Wen Yun was in the same situation at that time. He was smiling and talking to himself the moment before, and died silently the next moment, without even having time to scream.
Wen Yun had described to it all kinds of beautiful scenes, no longer being chased by people from the church, having family and friends to eat, drink and play together, and many new and interesting things. She promised to take it to see them, but in the end, what it saw was that tragic scene.
It doesn't want to watch it again.
The little fire dragon had already returned to its original form. At this moment, it had been flying above Wen Yun's head and refused to leave, caged her below like a mountain. It wanted to use this to protect its master from being hurt by the thunder. However, the thunder was not aimed at it in the first place, and it was actually just a spirit transformed from dragon bones, so this move was completely useless.
Wen Yun relaxed, and after his body recovered some strength, he raised his head and looked tenderly at the giant dragon circling above his head.
She raised her hand and waved at the little fire dragon, and the proud dragon flew down obediently, rubbing its head in her palm. Looking closely, it had its eyes tightly closed, but the tears in the corners of its eyes were not hidden, and it looked very pitiful.
Wen Yun wiped away its tears with his sleeve, then hugged the dragon's head and stroked it, coaxing it, "Xiaohong, don't cry. What can I do? Please help me bring the poinciana tree."
The little fire dragon turned his face away to hide his tears so that Wen Yun would not see them. He grumbled with reluctance, but still obediently flew down and brought up the poinciana tree.
The flamboyant tree has now grown quite tall, and the basin that Wen Yun had carefully selected in the past can hardly hold it.
Golden lines were faintly visible on the emerald green leaves. On the topmost leaf, sat a translucent, handsome male soul. He seemed to know that Wen Yun was now enduring the torture of heavenly thunder. Unlike usual when he leisurely sat on the leaf and admired the mountain scenery and clouds, he looked up at her with a worried look on his face.
It was Yu Qinghong who was rescued by Wen Yun and sent to the Delonix Regia to recuperate.
Wen Yun politely bowed to Yu Qinghong and said in a gentle voice, "Fellow Daoist Yu, I was the one who destroyed your physical body, so I sent you to recuperate in the Phoenix tree as a way of repaying you for it. However, I did not expect that by some strange coincidence, you and I would form a master-servant pact. This is my fault."
Yu Qinghong couldn't speak, but just looked at Wen Yun tenderly, smiled slightly and shook her head, as if to comfort her not to mind the matter.
"If I ascend, you, as my wood spirit, will naturally follow me. However, the upper realm is not as good as everyone thinks. This ascension is extremely dangerous. It is very likely that you will be wiped out by the people in the upper realm as soon as you get there."
"My cultivation has reached perfection. This world cannot allow me to advance any further. If I stay here, I will only cause a lot of trouble to the world of cultivation. I have no choice but to go to the upper world. But you are different. Here are your relatives and friends. If you stay here, you can reunite with them after a hundred years when you cultivate a physical body."
The little Yu Qinghong stood upright on the leaf, looking at Wen Yun with a serious expression and listening carefully to her every word.
After explaining the whole story, Wen Yun finally talked about the most crucial thing: "My cultivation has improved a lot now, and I can now contact the master-servant contract without damaging your soul. Now I will release the contract for you and ask someone to send the phoenix tree to your father, okay?"
After these words were spoken, the little man on the phoenix leaf seemed a little confused, and kept his clear eyes open for a long time without responding.
Wen Yun looked up at the sky, worried that the thunder would strike again. He also thought that Yu Qinghong's lack of reaction meant that he had agreed, so he raised his hand to break the contract.
As a result, the moment she raised her hand, Yu Qinghong subconsciously took a step back, and then shook her head very solemnly.
Wen Yun was startled, then realized: "You don't want to break the contract?"
Yu Qinghong nodded, then raised his hand and bowed gracefully. Since he could not speak, he knelt upright on the ground and wrote on the leaves stroke by stroke.
Wen Yun stared at it, and thanks to her high level of cultivation, she could see the contents clearly.
"The world is so vast, I wish to see it with the clouds."
After writing this sentence, the little guy seemed to feel a little shy. He quietly wiped away the words and covered his face with his sleeve.
Wen Yun sighed and seriously warned him of the dangers of the upper realm. However, although this wood spirit looked gentle and weak, its attitude was extremely firm and it insisted on following him.
She had no choice but to give up and turn her attention to Charmander.
The little fire dragon's face changed when he was stared at, and he roared fiercely: "Ha! You want to test me, don't you? You even dare to follow Xiaoqing, who has only been with you for a short time. I have followed you for two worlds, and I will follow you to other places... If you kneel down and beg the great Lord Fire Dragon, it is not impossible."
It arrogantly clasped its two front paws across its chest, waiting for Wen Yun to coax it. Unexpectedly, Wen Yun was really lost in thought, and looked hesitant as if he wanted to break the bond with it.
The little fire dragon panicked and immediately grabbed Wen Yun's sleeve with his fat claws: "What do you mean? Why don't you beg me? Are you planning to abandon the underage dragon?"
Wen Yun was so annoyed by it that he had to touch the dragon head several times before he could appease it: "I don't plan to break the contract with you, I was thinking about Xiao Bai... He was in seclusion last month, hasn't he come out yet?"
The little fire dragon immediately felt relieved. After rubbing his hands on Wen Yun's for a long time, he slowly said, "He has come out of confinement. He has been standing behind you for a long time."
"Hmm? When did you come?"
When Wen Yun turned around, she found that there was a handsome figure behind her. Ye Shubai was standing quietly behind her, just like he had seen countless times in the past. He raised his eyes slightly and looked at her. His eyebrows and features were so elegant that they looked like a carefully sketched landscape painting.
He did not answer Wen Yun's question, but the little fire dragon answered enthusiastically: "When was it? It seems to be when Xiao Qing said 'I wish to follow Yun to see it' without fear of life and death?"
Ye Shubai stood there calmly and even nodded slightly, as if he agreed with Charmander's answer.
"… "
Wen Yun coughed lightly in embarrassment. He clearly hadn't done anything, but he inexplicably began to feel guilty.
This feeling had never been experienced before. The three spirits in front of her should have been of equal status, but for some reason she was always careful when facing Ye Shubai, for fear that he would mistakenly think that she was biased towards the other two.
But her heart has clearly always been on his side!
"Xiaobai, you..."
"I'll go with you." Without waiting for Wen Yun to speak, he gave the answer, his voice clear but cold and confident.
The moment the voice fell, his gaze fell on the poinciana tree imperceptibly. After moving his gaze back as if nothing had happened, he added in a very soft voice.
"I am also your sword spirit."
Ye Shubai didn't think there was anything worth considering, so when he realized Wen Yun was about to ascend during his retreat, he came out without hesitation.
Wherever she is, he will follow her. For Ye Shubai, this is not a choice, but a common thing like breathing together.
Wen Yun could only sigh.
Ye Shubai was destined to ascend with her, because her ascension would definitely attract the attention of the higher realms, and since he had comprehended the laws of heaven and earth, staying here would be tantamount to waiting for death. He would only ascend with her as a sword spirit...
Why does it sound like if one person's success brings prosperity to everyone around him
However, Wen Yun did not have time to think any more, as another golden-purple thunderbolt struck her. Before she could react, seven thunderbolts fell in succession!
An intense pain came from every part of her body, causing Wen Yun to tremble in pain. She clenched her teeth tightly, and waves of sweet and fishy taste began to surge up in her mouth. Her body uncontrollably went limp and she wanted to fall down.
The little fire dragon screamed and pounced forward, and Ye Shubai subconsciously flew towards the lightning to block it for her.
Even though he was usually calm, his voice trembled and he shouted, "Ayun!"
He held the sword and was about to face the thunderbolt, but Senior Su Yuan stopped him and reminded him loudly: "The body tempering by thunderbolt is an opportunity, not a tribulation. In the upper realm, only losers rely on external forces to survive the thunderbolt. The real geniuses regard it as a gift from heaven and fight to the death to survive one more!"
Ye Shubai's body shook, his dark eyes fixed on Wen Yun. The calmness and coldness that he had cultivated over the past few hundred years were gone, and only the confusion that he had only shown in his youth remained.
He knew that this was her chance, and he shouldn't and couldn't stop it.
It was just strange that she was the one who was struck by the thunder, but his face was even paler than hers.
The little fire dragon didn't dare to look anymore and closed its eyes and cried desperately. Senior Su Yuan grabbed its wings and couldn't move. It could only hold Ye Shubai's legs and sob.
Ye Shubai gently stroked its head and comforted it in a deep voice: "She will be fine."
I don't know whether he was comforting Charmander or comforting himself.
When the pain reaches its extreme, the body will just feel numb.
This was the case with Wen Yun. She no longer felt the pain.
She knew that she could actually fly away, and she also vaguely understood that as long as she left this world, she would no longer have to endure the pain of the heavenly thunder, but her reason told her to endure it.
Be patient!
That genius from the Dongxuan Realm could withstand one hundred and one heavenly thunders, so why couldn’t she
There may be a huge difference in resources between the upper and lower worlds, but the people in the lower world are no less eager to pursue the Tao than those in the upper world. Today, she wants to let the Heavenly Dao know that there is no special breed of immortals!
Wen Yun stood proudly in the clouds, his fingers clenched into fists, enduring another terrifying and astonishing thunderbolt.
Senior Su Yuan's voice became more and more excited: "Forty-nine... It's already fifty! Yun girl, hold on! You must not back down!"
Back off
The path of cultivation is one of advancement and no retreat. She was born with a proud character that refused to yield and would rather break than bend in this life.
The hundred years of pursuit by the Church of Light did not make her retreat, the death threat of the forbidden spell did not make her retreat, and since she came to the world of cultivation, the Xie family has not been able to make her retreat, and even thousands of demon cultivators and the ascended immortal Dao Jie have never made her retreat!
I wonder, who can make her retreat
The girl raised her head high, and after her body recovered a little strength from the lightning strike, she gritted her teeth, raised her arms, and hooked her fingers towards the dark clouds above her head.
She challenged the heavens—
"Come here!"
“Boom!”
Damn, it really came!