The pain began to penetrate into every inch of my skin, leaving no inch or minute untouched, and even my soul began to shiver.
However, Wen Yun stood on the half-meter-wide bluestone at the top of the peak and never retreated a single step from beginning to end. He pursed his lips tightly, frowned, but his back was straight, like a green pine or a bamboo.
If you were closer, you would have seen that she was shaking all over, her face was as pale as gold paper, and the white clothes on her chest were soaked with blood.
But she always turned her back to everyone and refused to look back.
The sky changed from clear to dusk, and the mountains near the Tenth Peak were empty. Even the usually noisy crows were frightened away by the thunder. The color of the warning cloud above became thicker and thicker, like a melted ink ball. The moonlight and starlight were all blocked out. Only the golden and purple lightning that came down from time to time lit up the sky and reflected on the fragile figure, making it look even more heroic.
It hurts, but you have to hold on.
This is her catastrophe of ascension, but also her opportunity of ascension.
The little fire dragon beside him was so anxious that he was running around in circles. Seeing Wen Yun's eyes closed, he felt distressed but didn't dare to go up to him. He kept asking, "Shall I sing a song for you to distract you? Or should I perform a tail-wagging dance for you?"
If it were in the past, Wen Yun would have made it sing and dance with a smile.
Unfortunately, Wen Yun didn't dare to be distracted at this moment. No one knew when the terrible thunder would strike. She could only keep her nerves tense and be fully prepared.
Just as the little fire dragon was scratching its head anxiously, another bolt of lightning struck.
It was startled and asked Su Yuan hurriedly: "How many thunders are there? Haven't there been ninety?"
Wen Yun did not retreat, but Master Su Yuan could not help but stagger back a few steps. He let out a long breath, and the joy in his eyes could hardly be concealed, but he was so happy that he could not even speak.
The little fire dragon forgot to count and was only thinking about finishing it quickly after Wen Yun had endured ninety levels. He flapped his huge wings impatiently.
Finally, a slender white hand placed its wings on the tip and patted them gently.
Ye Shubai's gaze was still on the girl not far away, and his voice was slightly hoarse.
"The ninety-first one."
The amount of lightning she had suffered surpassed that of Master Suyuan and most of the "geniuses" in the upper realm.
However, Wen Yun still did not intend to retreat.
She vaguely realized the meaning of what Master Su Yuan said, "Tempering by heavenly thunder is an opportunity."
As those heavenly thunders struck her body, they also stimulated the source power of heaven and earth in her body to begin flowing through her meridians, bones and blood, cleansing the impurities and hidden injuries in her mortal body again and again. After enduring a hundred heavenly thunders, Wen Yun vaguely realized that her body had been completely renewed, and it was so light that it seemed as if it was ready to merge with the heaven and earth at any time.
And the new heavenly thunder no longer tempered her body, it began to temper her soul!
The pain of the soul is far greater than that of the body, which is why Shang Wuyang of the Dongxuan School could only withstand one hundred and first heavenly thunders.
However, Wen Yun breathed a sigh of relief.
That’s great. What she fears least is the torture of the soul.
After all, a woman who dared to teach herself all kinds of magic and was even bold enough to tinker with forbidden spells would suffer mental backlash from time to time during the hundreds of years of studying magic. Although her soul did not become stronger, she gradually got accustomed to the pain.
I never expected that this habit would come in handy now!
In the gap before another bolt of lightning struck, she closed her eyes and listened. The surroundings were clearly silent, but she could vaguely make out the sound of cold dew dripping on the grass, the clucking of the helicopter chicken after laying eggs on the second peak a hundred miles away, and she could also smell the fragrance of cosmetics wafting from the sixth peak...
Every time she was struck by lightning, she could feel her control over this world becoming stronger. Although it hurt, she was also happy.
Either perish in pain or become distorted in pain!
The look in the little fire dragon's eyes when he looked at Wen Yun was getting more and more strange: "Am I seeing things? Why is she still smiling now? Did she get struck dumb?"
Ye Shubai: "You are not mistaken."
Even Master Su Yuan was dumbfounded and asked hesitantly, "She has been hit a hundred times. Is she really okay?"
Wen Yun knows his situation better than anyone else, and knows how long he can endure better than anyone else.
When her soul was on the verge of collapse, she finally let out a breath and pulled the corners of her mouth with difficulty, wanting to laugh but unable to.
One hundred and twenty-two heavenly thunders.
At this time, Wen Yun was actually distracted, thinking with a smile, this is really not a good number.
But it's time to end it, this is her limit.
When she made this decision, the calamity cloud that had been hanging in the sky for more than half a year gradually dissipated as if it had a spirit. At the moment when the sunlight fell, a ray of golden light from the sky fell in front of the girl, paving a way for her to ascend.
It was dawn, and the world was quiet. The little gray bird, which had been away from home for a long time, flapped its wings and flew back to its nest on the Tenth Peak. Frost and dew condensed on the branches. After the terrible thunder disappeared, everything returned to normal.
Wen Yun turned around and glanced at the few people who had been with him for several days, then cast his gaze to the Tenth Peak below him, then to the peaks of the Qingliu Sword Sect, and finally looked out at the vast land of the four continents.
All the sword practitioners of Qingliu Sword Sect stood solemnly at the gate, holding swords, and bowed deeply.
Across the four continents, all the monks who were looking in this direction bowed deeply!
"Send Master Wen to the immortal path and ascend to heaven!"
"Send Fellow Daoist Wen to the immortal path and ascend to heaven!"
The girl's eyes swept across the world, and finally landed on a small courtyard, a look of helpless smile flashed across her face.
Finally, Wen Yun withdrew his gaze, bowed solemnly to the world, and finally embarked on the road to ascension.
She left very quietly in that quiet morning.
It seemed like this was just an ordinary dawn, and she was just flying up to practice swordplay in the morning.
When dusk falls again, the girl will walk back leisurely, holding a wooden sword with no edge or blade and in a strange shape.
After the last ray of golden light faded away, the drunken sword cultivators who were sitting in groups of three or four in the courtyard finally sat up straight. None of them looked drunk, but they all had red eyes and looked melancholy.
Xu Wanfeng held the cup tightly, not daring to look up: "Are they all gone?"
"Well, they're all gone."
Hearing this answer, Bai Yushan sobbed and hugged his giant sword, called out "Master" in a hoarse voice, and shed tears silently.
The courtyard returned to silence again. After a long time, some noises were heard. It turned out that Meng Ran accidentally knocked over the wine glass.
She didn't help him, but sat stiffly on the stone bench, her voice so light it sounded like a sigh: "Now that Junior Sister Wen and Grandmaster Ye have left, I'm afraid we'll never see each other again in this life, right?"
Zhu Erchong retorted: "Junior Sister Wen said she would come back!"
As soon as he said it, he felt that his tone was too harsh. He lowered his head and whispered an apology, then tried his best to explain: "She said that she could come back when her cultivation was more advanced and she was no longer afraid of those immortals from the upper realm. Besides, we can also ascend to heaven."
Bao Pilong followed up and said, "That's right. We monks are all upright and self-reliant. Why should we say goodbye in tears?"
"Junior sister has paved the way for us to become immortals. How can we live up to her kindness and do nothing? Don't look back. Just keep going. Not only must we keep going, but we must also lead all the cultivators from the four continents out of this world!"
As soon as Yue Xingzhou said this, the disappointment on Zhu Erchong's face immediately turned into praise. He raised his glass in admiration: "As expected of Senior Brother Yue, you have such a broad mind..."
Before he finished speaking, Yue Xingzhou reminded him expressionlessly: "Zhu Erchong, I am your ancestor."
"I thought since we have been practicing together for so long, it's okay to call me brother?"
"No problem, Zhu Disciple."
…
She finally ascended and left.
The past seemed to be just a vague dream. Whether it was the look back on the thousand-step stone staircase or the old events on the outer sea, it was clearly not long ago, but it seemed like a story that had been written for a long time and had become blurred.
Before that, the young man's ambition was only to cultivate into a golden elixir, then travel the world with a sword in hand, and become a swordsman who upholds justice.
Now, it turns out that the golden elixir is just like this, it turns out that the world is so vast, it turns out that the path of cultivation is not to follow the will of heaven, but to go against the will of heaven all the way!
Shen Xinghai stood up silently, looked up at the sky from afar, and then went to practice without saying a word, picking up the fire stick in his hand.
"Junior Brother Shen, wait for me! I will definitely ascend to the heavens before all of you!"
"Don't think about it. I'm going to ascend first to find Junior Sister Wen to establish the Qingliu Sword Sect in the upper realm. Then I will be your ancestor..."
Perhaps they were born with a romantic and lively personality, or perhaps they just didn't want to talk about separation, the sword practitioners threw away their shy behaviors and chased after them with swords and sticks in hand.
The sky gradually brightened, and sword lights flashed everywhere, as if it was just an ordinary dawn.
It's just that two people are temporarily missing.
It turns out that "the sky" is like an iron armor as heavy as the sea and the mountain, but also like a piece of paper that can be easily punctured.
When the source power of heaven and earth on Wen Yun's body touched the invisible membrane, it was like sunlight falling on ice and snow, and the restraints that prevented the cultivators from ascending began to melt away rapidly.
After Wen Yun and his group left, it slowly closed again, imprisoning this section of the sky again.
There was a brilliant light in front of her eyes. When the golden light faded, the group fell into endless darkness.
Wen Yun slowly opened his eyes, and after seeing the scene clearly, his breathing paused slightly.
Countless points of light of varying sizes, some bright, some dim, appeared in the darkness, and the world of cultivation behind him became smaller and smaller. At this moment, Wen Yun was facing the boundless sky, on which billions of sparks were burning, and they were now standing on a piece of black land that seemed real and unreal. There was no grass on the land, and there was no breath of life.
Breaking through the void and flying up would be the most glorious thing in the eyes of all the cultivators. However, Wen Yun was nervous at the moment and did not dare to relax at all. He subconsciously raised his magic wand and prepared for battle.
The only thing she was thankful for was that she had thought that as soon as she came up, she would encounter many cultivators from the Eastern Xuan Realm who would come to capture them. However, she did not expect that this piece of black land was so quiet that there was not even a single person.
Ye Shubai sighed softly: "It turns out that only after ascending can one truly understand how it feels to be a mayfly in the vast ocean of heaven and earth, a grain of sand in the vast ocean."
Wen Yun nodded in agreement, then held his hand tightly, wrapping him with his own source of power and not daring to let go.
He turned his head slightly, and his eyebrows, as dark as ink, stared coldly at her face.
"Did it hurt you?" Wen Yun looked back and explained in a low voice: "I... I was a little worried that you fell into some strange world."
She always felt that this boundless black land was extremely similar to space turbulence, which always reminded her of the experience of being badly injured in it, and she was afraid that Ye Shubai would suffer the same fate.
As she said this, she tried to let go.
However, Ye Shubai reacted faster than her and took her small hand into his broad palm.
After meeting her slightly surprised look, he turned his face away uncomfortably, but fortunately his clear voice managed to remain calm.
"It doesn't hurt."
Wen Yun didn't think too much about it, thinking that as long as it didn't hurt, she could protect him with peace of mind.
Master Suyuan glanced at the cautious pair of disciples and grinned, but soon put on a stern face and talked about business.
"Each point of light is a different world, but this area is the lower realm. Some of them are wastelands where you can't practice cultivation or even where living things can't survive. People from the upper realm rarely set foot here. I accidentally broke into this place because I was trying to escape. Because I didn't have any magic weapons to help me, it took me more than three hundred years to walk here."
"All the realms around here have been abandoned by the Eastern Xuan Realm, so according to common sense, they should not be able to discover the existence of the two of you in a short time."
Before he could even take a breath, Master Su Yuan sighed again, "But I never thought that Yun girl would not follow common sense at all and actually survive so many heavenly thunders! The noise you made when you ascended to heaven must have alarmed the Eastern Profound Realm!"
Master Su Yuan looked at Wen Yun with a complicated expression, and his chest ached when he thought of that shocking number.
One hundred and twenty-two!
Who dares to believe it
He originally thought that he was considered extremely talented if he were in the upper realm, but after facing Wen Yun, he unexpectedly felt the frustration that time was making people grow old and that he was being completely defeated by the wave behind him.
"We have to quickly escape to other upper realms to hide, otherwise if they catch up with us, I'm afraid we will die here."
Wen Yun: "Actually, there's no need to be so anxious."
She coughed lightly and added shyly, "People from the Eastern Xuan Realm who want to descend to the world of cultivation must pass through the Xuantian Secret Realm, right? After observing it for a while, I found a teleportation formation inside, and used the law of space to destroy the formation before ascending. So even if they want to come, they can only fly over slowly."
Senior Su Yuan didn't have a magic weapon, and it took him three hundred years to get there, which shows how far the two worlds are. Even if other people in the Eastern Xuan Realm had advanced magic weapons, it would still take them three to five days, right
Sorry, she ran away a long time ago.
Upon hearing this, Master Su Yuan's hands trembled and two strands of his beard were nearly pulled out.
He looked at Wen Yun with complicated eyes: "The way you act... doesn't seem like a swordsman."
To put it nicely, sword cultivators all like to be straightforward and disdain to use any shady tricks.
To put it bluntly, he is not smart enough and puts all his intelligence into swords and fighting, while he is always outsmarted in other things.
Wen Yun smiled modestly: "It's okay, I'm just good at some little tricks of escaping."
After all, she is someone with rich experience in escape!
Suyuan Zhenren: "Your tone is very humble, but your smile is too proud."
"No, no, in fact, my tone is also very proud."
The old man and the young were laughing and joking, which helped to disperse the tense atmosphere of being chased.
Wen Yun pulled Ye Shubai and flew towards a certain world under the guidance of Master Su Yuan.
However, Ye Shubai lowered his eyes, slightly absent-minded.
For some reason, after breaking free from the shackles of heaven and earth, he vaguely felt...
Someone is watching me.
The eastern part of the Ten Thousand Realms, the Eastern Xuan Realm.
The Dongxuan School's Taoist teachings have been passed down for tens of thousands of years. It has been established in the world and has become increasingly prosperous in the past thousand years, and has produced many geniuses with outstanding talents.
Deep in the lush forest is a thousand-foot-high black mountain. A man in black clothes is kneeling quietly in front of the steep stone wall.
Someone in the back called out in a low voice: "Uncle Master, the headmaster wants you to go to the main hall to have a chat. He said that there seems to be some unusual movement in the lower world."
However, the man turned a deaf ear to the words and stroked the sword in his hand unconsciously, his movements extremely lightly and slowly.
He simply lowered his head and looked at the sword on his knees, muttering indifferently, "My swordsmanship has not yet been perfected."
At this moment, the tip of the sword suddenly made a clear sound.
The man raised his head, and his calm eyes finally showed some fluctuations, revealing a fleeting strangeness.
“Finally back.”