After leaving the ruins, Lu Zhaozhao said goodbye to Yaotong and prepared to leave.
She urgently needs to find a place to figure out the function of the Dragon Balls, and if possible, absorb and digest them.
"The next time we meet should be at the Golden Palace Banquet, right?" Yao Tong smiled slightly, her eyes filled with anticipation.
Lu Zhaozhao also turned her gaze towards Wenyuan Academy, suppressing the emotions in her eyes, and said, "I look forward to seeing my senior sister again."
"Me too." Yao Tong smiled back. Lu Zhaozhao lowered her eyes, waved, and walked away into the distance.
"Junior Sister Fusang." Bai Yuanshi walked a step away from her and looked at her seriously, saying, "No matter who you are, I look forward to the battle at the Golden Banquet."
"Then you must not let your guard down, senior brother." Lu Zhaozhao raised one corner of her mouth and accepted the challenge.
Master Bai raised an eyebrow and said, "Junior Sister is the same."
Lu Zhaozhao couldn't help but laugh out loud. The Golden Palace Banquet was truly something to look forward to.
Yaotong, Bai Yuanshi, and... Nianzhi.
She turned and left, her eyes suddenly sharp.
Years of hard work culminate in this moment. At the Golden Banquet, everyone will display their talents, but ultimately only one person can ascend to the summit of the Golden Terrace.
The afterglow of the sunset painted the world crimson, staining Lu Zhaozhao's eyes and brows. As she walked, she gazed into the distance, thinking to herself:
That person must be me!
Yao Tong stood before the ruins, quietly watching the collapsed dragon's lair, while the surface of East Lake was turbulent with waves.
Yue Cong walked to her side, looking at the surging river water, his eyes showing ripples.
He had a strange premonition that the cultivation world, which had been as calm as East Lake for many years, had been turbulent undercurrents, and now, the waves hidden in the water seemed about to burst to the surface.
He turned his worried gaze to Master Bai Yuan, who was staring blankly in one direction. The thought of his grandmaster and master calculating the cataclysmic calamity that had befallen the world brought to his mind again, and his heart pounded with anxiety.
The lake water transformed into a long dragon, churning on the surface and roaring towards the sky as if challenging the heavens. Finally, it turned into a drizzle, sprinkling onto the lake surface.
East Lake has returned to tranquility.
A passageway opened up on the lake's surface, and a figure slowly emerged from it.
Yunxian, her sleeves untouched, holding a long sword, stood aloof from the world, forcibly breaking through a passage before the ruins completely disappeared, and emerged.
He held only a long sword in his hand, nothing else. It was unclear whether he had found what he was looking for or not. His face was expressionless, revealing neither joy nor sorrow.
With the ruins of Donghu now buried, there was no need for him to stay any longer. He gave a few instructions to the disciples of Emperor Huizong of Qing, turned around, and with a flick of his sleeve, his figure vanished without a trace.
"If it weren't for Master Yunxian, we would all have perished at the ninth level of cultivation. However, he truly cares deeply for his disciples, even coming to East Lake in person. It seems that Junior Sister Lu Zhaozhao will be a formidable competitor for you at the Golden Palace Banquet."
Yue Cong sighed to Bai Yuanshi. Bai Yuanshi looked in the direction Yun Xian had left, chuckled, and said, "Master, your trip may not necessarily be for that Junior Sister Lu. However, your last sentence is correct. She is indeed a formidable opponent. I am looking forward to it."
Yue Cong glanced at him with some surprise and chuckled, "Uncle-Master, you've really changed. When you were the academy supervisor, the disciples secretly nicknamed you 'Iron-Faced Yama,' but in recent years you've become more and more humane."
Master Bai glanced at him and said, "The disciples in the academy are not diligent in their cultivation and are even passing on these useless things in private. It seems that the academy rules are still too lenient."
"Uncle-Master, please let everyone off the hook." Yue Cong laughed heartily, patted Bai Yuanshi on the shoulder and said, "Under your leadership these past few years, the academy has become extremely tense and everyone is on edge. Just give your junior brother some breathing room and stop the crackdown."
Bai Yuanshi didn't speak, but his eyes revealed a smile.
On the other side, Lu Zhaozhao, who had already gone far away, found a dilapidated thatched hut and went inside.
The room was very dusty, and she couldn't stop coughing as soon as she entered. A thick layer of dust on the table showed that the place had been abandoned for a long time.
This was exactly what she needed: a place where no one cared and where she could find shelter from the wind and rain.
Very good, she will spend the remaining two months or so here.
The dragon pearl in his hand gleamed with a soft, ethereal light, perhaps due to its constant protection underwater, giving off a sense of peace and tranquility.
She adjusted her breathing, sat cross-legged, took a deep breath, and then mobilized her internal energy, directing it towards the Dragon Pearl.
The true energy enveloped the surface of the Dragon Ball, but the Dragon Ball did not produce a strong repulsive phenomenon. Instead, it seemed to breathe and interact with the true energy as if it had come to life.
Golden energy flowed continuously into the Dragon Ball, which slowly changed from dark green to sky blue, like a reflection in a lake.
After closing her eyes for a long time, the Dragon Pearl slowly moved out of Lu Zhaozhao's body and walked to the front of her, emitting a faint light on her forehead and enveloping her.
A chill ran through her body, and Lu Zhaozhao realized that the dragon pearl was beginning to react with her.
With a flick of her wrist, the hand seals changed, and she remained seated. However, the fluctuations of spiritual energy around her became even stronger, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth within a radius of dozens of miles seemed to be converging in her direction.
Vast and powerful, pure and abundant, this is the natural energy that all cultivators dream of for condensing true qi.
"call……"
Lu Zhaozhao exhaled softly, and under her control, spiritual energy entered her body little by little, and was then transported to her dantian, where there was a golden core, which is the place where every cultivator who has passed the Golden Core stage transforms spiritual energy.
The spiritual energy of heaven and earth enters the dantian, and under the influence of the golden elixir, it is continuously compressed and condensed, kicking out the wild and unruly components and transforming them into true energy that can be used and circulated by cultivators.
From day to night, and from night to day, a continuous stream of spiritual energy flows into the body, but it can only be transformed into tiny drops of true qi.
The dantian seemed to be a bottomless pit; no matter how much spiritual power it absorbed or how much true qi it transformed, it could never be filled.
The heat generated by her body during cultivation was suppressed by the coolness under the illumination of the Dragon Pearl. Lu Zhaozhao felt as if she were in a fairyland, as if she were isolated from the human world. The world was vast and boundless, and she was the only one left with the endless spiritual energy of heaven and earth, sitting alone for a hundred years.
"Rumble—Rumble—"
Beyond her subconscious, the thatched hut was already covered by thunderclouds, purple lightning flashed around it, and golden lightning could be faintly seen in the clouds.
Thunderclouds stretched for miles, their force unstoppable.
All the powerful beings who could sense the heavens and earth were drawn to this thundercloud.
"This is?"
"It's a tribulation of lightning."
Yao Tong stood before the mist of Tianyin Sect. In front of her stood a woman with a mature face and indifferent eyes.
"It's been many years since I've seen such a grand lightning tribulation."
In the center of the main hall of Wenyuan Academy, Master Bulu stood in the middle. In front of him was the celestial sphere used to deduce the heavenly way, which was slowly rotating at the moment. Beside him stood his disciples, a total of eight people, with Qing Songzi and Master Bai Yuan standing side by side.
"Do you still remember how much lightning tribulation you suffered when Yunxian asked the question back then?"
Clearly, this question is directed at Qingsongzi.
Among the generation in their prime, Yunxian and Qingsongzi stood shoulder to shoulder at the top, but Qingsongzi understood that the competition at the Golden Banquet in their youth had laid the foundation for the gap between them.
"One hundred and twenty li."
He remembered it very clearly, so he paid special attention to the lightning tribulation before him.
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