In this world, all kinds of suffering and pain are gifts that fate cannot resist.
Even though Qing Shang possesses the ability to strategize and wreak havoc on all sides, it is still difficult for her to bring her lost lover back to her side.
Meeting is fate, parting is resentment, not getting what you want is suffering, not being able to love is frustration.
In this life, amidst the intertwining of our opportunities, there are always some people who are like flowers in a mirror or the moon's reflection in water.
Good things in this world are not durable; colorful clouds easily disperse and glass is fragile.
Zhu Yi remained silent, lightning flashing and light dappling before her eyes.
Beside her stood Su Linyuan's robust figure, though, not yet back in human form, he possessed an innate wildness.
He was completely different from his previous life, when he was a refined and cultured man.
But the sense of security he provided was unmatched.
"I wonder if Master can withstand it."
"able."
She turned her head and asked Su Linyuan, "Really?"
"That thunder seemed to be quite intense."
Su Linyuan smiled and patted Zhu Yi's not-so-bright little head, "Don't worry, if Yi'er can release your Purple Lightning Dragon sooner, things should be easier for Master Yujing..."
Seeing stars and practically drooling, the Purple Lightning Dragon peeked out from Zhu Yi's sleeve and headed straight for the Imperial Mirror Immortal.
Like a weasel spotting a plump little hen...
The heavy heavenly lightning was absorbed by most of it in an instant.
The purple lightning dragon spun in the air, looking like a lazy man who had eaten and drunk his fill. Then, it transformed and flicked its tail, leaving a phantom image.
Zhu Yi was nearly knocked down by the immense power of the lightning.
Su Linyuan steadily shielded her behind him.
Even so, Zhu Yi's smooth hair still emitted wisps of smoke.
A tremendous force of lightning was injected into the Buddha Lotus and sealed within Zhu Yi's dantian.
"Is it really necessary to go to such lengths?"
Su Linyuan's face was grim. "Yi'er, I can't hold on any longer."
After saying that, he transformed into a small black coil on Zhu Yi's wrist, and the dark bracelet flashed with spiritual light, appearing to hibernate.
"Lin Yuan? Su Lin Yuan? What's wrong?"
Thunder rumbled down, like a punishment, striking Zhu Yi unexpectedly.
Su Linyuan stretched out his long arm and pulled Zhu Yi back half a step, his strong and broad back firmly protecting her.
Zhu Yi never expected that the tribulation lightning meant for her master would fall on her instead.
This wave, fueled by a hint of anger, was exceptionally grand.
The two people were splattered and burned.
Zhu Yi's smooth, long hair was transformed into large waves.
The makeup and styling are very modern, with a kind of messy beauty, like a little chicken coop.
Amidst the interplay of light and shadow, Zhu Yi and Su Linyuan fought back with all their might against the heavenly lightning.
His flesh and blood were cleaved open, and then the lotus in his dantian swayed and wobbled as it withstood the deadly lightning.
The five elements of spiritual energy rapidly circulated within her body, while her good partner, the Brahma Lamp, had vanished without a trace.
"How domineering!" Zhu Yi looked at Su Linyuan.
The first bolt of heavenly lightning was too heavy; his spiritual power was insufficient to resist it, so he could only bear it with his physical body.
Su Linyuan was seriously injured, but he transformed into his original form and firmly protected Zhu Yi in the middle.
Beneath the enormous snake's body, Zhu Yi's eyes welled with tears.
The calamity caused by heavenly lightning is an auspicious sign.
For nearly ten thousand years, no cultivators have ascended to immortality on the Brilliant Continent, nor has it been nourished by divine grace, making it extremely dangerous.
The exotic flowers, rare herbs, and mythical beasts recorded in scriptures and classic texts have finally reappeared.
The abbot of Luohan Temple exclaimed, "Excellent!"
Master Chu Rong, bruised and disheveled, poured his old gourd of wine over the newly sprouted medicinal herbs beside the old tree.
Wei Weiwei could no longer distinguish what kind of elixir she was holding, and she forced it down Luo Zhihuai's throat.
Just now, at the moment the demon soldiers attacked, Luo Zhihuai shielded her and perished under the rolling thunder.
Before parting, Luo Zhihuai said, "Weiwei, you're so good."
It's so good to see you again in this lifetime.
It's wonderful to be able to marry someone who has never suffered those kinds of hurts.
Weiwei saw it; Luo Zhihuai was afraid of such righteous and awe-inspiring heavenly lightning.
Junior Sister was able to reveal her true form and fight against the heavenly lightning, but Zhi Huai was completely unable to resist.
Why does he possess such a profound demonic aura?
She didn't understand, but in the end, when Luo Zhihuai was seriously injured, he didn't really put up any resistance.
Above the highest heavens, thunder and rain come together.
Beneath the clouds, lotus flowers bloom, and a black python clears the way.
The sky stretched endlessly, and the Mirror Immortal, dressed in rags, ascended the heavenly ladder.
The divine blessings bestowed upon immortals upon their ascension can reverse the course of events and grant them the power of regeneration.
However, Weiwei couldn't save Luo Zhihuai.
On the horizon, there is only a lotus flower and a black python intertwined with it.
Zhu Yi now feels like she is a savior.
Well, the burden of divine punishment has descended, and Qing Shang will be the first to be eliminated.
Qing Shang and Master Yu Jing hadn't exchanged a few serious blows when a sudden surge of spiritual energy swept in from the heavens, heading straight for Master Yu Jing, forgetting to take the novice himself with him.
At first, it was really uncomfortable to be hit by lightning, but now...
"I feel that my cultivation level is increasing rapidly."
The lotus was in full bloom, and Zhu Yi was now inside the lotus, releasing her divine sense to search for Su Linyuan's figure.
Su Linyuan was right next to Zhu Yi. "We might be ascending to immortality soon."
"Huh? I haven't even leveled up or fought any monsters yet, how can I ascend? My master ascended, what about Zhaocai and Jinbao?!"
Zhu Yi hasn't quite grasped this concept yet.
"Cultivation without leveling up and fighting monsters sounds cool, but it's not really satisfying!"
“Yi’er, you and I are originally from the spirit world. We came to the Canglan Continent initially to help you repair your soul.”
Su Linyuan gazed into the distance, looking towards the horizon. After the Ascension of the Mirror Immortal, the divine blessings he left behind were enough for the Canglan Continent to recuperate. The thick divine blessings spread across the sky, not as if "it should be this way," but rather as if they were making up for something...
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