Looking at the beautiful scene before her, Jiang Wanwan felt as if she were in a dream world. The dancing fireflies, like twinkling stars, illuminated the entire night sky.
She inexplicably fell into a strange state of mind.
Though the firefly's light is faint, its very existence is a challenge to the darkness. A single spark can start a prairie fire, and the heavy weight in her heart finally began to lift. What of higher planes? She was not afraid.
"Wanwan?"
There was no sound for a long time, and Yan Ziyan turned around and found that Jiang Wanwan had entered a meditative state.
"She's suddenly enlightened. You should protect her!" Elder Xia suddenly appeared, startling Yan Ziyan.
Yan Ziyan nodded to indicate that he understood. After Elder Xia left, he sat cross-legged next to Jiang Wanwan.
He gazed silently at his beloved, his eyes gentle yet resolute. At the same time, he looked up at the bright moon hanging high in the sky, his heart filled with countless emotions.
"So be it! Fireflies paint summer, I believe our time together will last a long time, and there's plenty of time ahead!" Yan Ziyan murmured to himself.
Nine Heavens Continent, Fallen Dragon Ridge.
A faint light flashed and disappeared. A legend once circulated here that a hundred years ago, a young boy killed a young five-clawed golden dragon here.
Now, does this mysterious light signify that a new story is about to unfold?
The Nine Heavens Continent, a desolate wasteland.
Jun Ye, once an unparalleled powerhouse, has just survived a siege. His body is already riddled with wounds, both new and old, causing him immense pain.
Just then, he suddenly discovered that his clone, who had entered Earth, had lost contact with him, a piece of news that made his heart sink.
At that moment, his heart was filled with helplessness.
He finally realized that he was not the so-called "chosen one," and that fate was not always on his side.
However, despite his deep disappointment, Jun Ye did not give up. He knew that only by persevering could he find a glimmer of hope.
Meanwhile, Wang Chen, the clone that Jun Ye was talking about, was also in a state of collapse, curled up in the dark cave.
At that time, he was in Qing Shi Town and spent a lot of his primordial spirit power to barely repair the original owner's body.
He learned from the original owner's fragmented memories that there were cultivators in Yangjia Village, so he decided to go to Yangjia Village to find out.
As soon as he stepped outside, people around him began to look at him strangely. To make matters worse, a group of people wielding strange weapons appeared in front of him, surrounded him, and stared at him intently with sharp eyes.
Unfortunately, he had just used his primordial spirit power and was extremely weak at the time, so he could only be captured and locked in a cage.
In the detention cell, two people came to interrogate him, but he couldn't understand what they were asking; it felt like they were talking past each other.
After that, he was sent to a local mental hospital, where he spent his days role-playing with a group of lunatics.
Finally, unable to bear it any longer, he risked his injuries and jumped over the high-voltage wall to escape. Afterwards, he asked a passerby for directions to Yangjia Village.
Mu Tingchuan, a passerby, was invited to participate in the Xiaoyao Sect's grand competition. At that time, there was a spot available on the boat going to Yangjia Village, so he reluctantly pointed Wang Chen in the opposite direction.
Wang Chen walked in the opposite direction until he finally met a kind old lady who helped him find his way.
Then he was taken to a black coal mine, where there was no spiritual energy at all, and he was unable to heal his injuries. His fragile body was no match for those big, burly men.
As a result, he had endless work to do every day, and his body became weaker day by day.
The summit of Dongshan Mountain in Yangjia Village.
With a rumble, a white light flashed across the dark night sky, illuminating the entire mountaintop.
"It's a tribulation of lightning!" Elder Xia suddenly popped his head out, his face showing surprise, and he couldn't help but feel anxious: "The speed of improvement is so fast, I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing?"
Upon hearing the sound, Yan Ziyan quickly stood up, his gaze falling on Jiang Wanwan. He saw her aura surge dramatically, and the surrounding spiritual energy churned. He immediately realized that this was the Golden Core Tribulation.
"Kid, take these array flags and set them up. I'll go prepare some more!" Old Xia said, taking out a bunch of array flags from his spatial ring and handing them to Yan Ziyan. Then he started taking things out again.
Yan Ziyan took the battle flag and was about to start setting up the formation when suddenly a person radiating light appeared in front of him. It was Xiao Guang.
"Wait!" Xiao Guang said.
Yan Ziyan and Elder Xia were both stunned, looking at Xiao Guang with a puzzled expression.
"Didn't you notice? The defenses you set up are actually attracting even more powerful lightning tribulations." Xiao Guang said, shaking his head, and disappeared again before Elder Xia and Yan Ziyan could react.
Old Xia floated in the air, looking up at the sky with a thoughtful expression.
Upon hearing Xiao Guang's words, Yan Ziyan put away the array flags in his hand, his brows furrowed slightly, and his expression was worried.
At this moment, thunderclouds began to gather in the sky, and streaks of lightning ripped through the night sky.
Jiang Wanwan closed her eyes tightly and focused all her energy on circulating her cultivation technique to prepare for the tribulation. When the first bolt of lightning struck, her body trembled slightly, but she quickly regained her composure.
The second and third lightning bolts struck down one after another, and Jiang Wanwan's face turned pale, but she still gritted her teeth and persevered.
Yan Ziyan watched her nervously, secretly cheering her on.
Elder Xia floated in the air, observing the changes in the lightning tribulation. This world truly favored his disciple; each lightning tribulation seemed tailor-made for him, perfectly timed.
Until the last bolt of lightning lingered, the thunderclouds in the sky grew thicker and heavier, gathering strength until a massive bolt of lightning struck down.
Jiang Wanwan suddenly opened her eyes, spat out a mouthful of blood, and flew backward.
Yan Ziyan's heart tightened, and he quickly flew over to catch her.
"Are you alright?" he asked with concern.
Jiang Wanwan shook her head and struggled to sit up.
"I...I'm alright..."
At this moment, the thunderclouds gradually dissipated, and the heavenly tribulation was over.
Jiang Wanwan closed her eyes wearily, trying to catch her breath.
Yan Ziyan and Elder Xia breathed a sigh of relief.
"Thanks to Xiao Guang's reminder, otherwise our defenses might have attracted an even stronger lightning tribulation," Elder Xia sighed.
"Yes." Yan Ziyan looked at Jiang Wanwan, his eyes filled with heartache.
As soon as he finished speaking, the dark clouds in the sky suddenly seemed to be torn apart by a pair of invisible hands, quickly scattering in all directions. Immediately afterwards, auspicious seven-colored clouds unfolded like a scroll painting.
A gentle breeze blows, and fine raindrops fall on the earth, each drop shimmering with a faint light, like twinkling stars, captivating all who behold it.
The scorched earth, once blackened by lightning, has been transformed into a vibrant green, and the destroyed flowers have bloomed again with vivid colors.
Bathing in it, Jiang Wanwan felt as if she had been reborn, her entire body brimming with inexhaustible spiritual energy. Her divine sense could even easily cover the entire Yangjia Village, and the skills she cultivated became even smoother to execute.
Meanwhile, after informing Jiang Nanxing and Jiang Qi of the news, Yan Ziyan also began to immerse himself completely in the spiritual rain, circulating his cultivation technique again and again. He could feel his strength increasing at an astonishing rate.
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