My mind went blank for a moment, and I could only hear my own slow yet rapid heartbeat.
It felt like someone was using a knife to slowly carve out their hearts.
The pain was suffocating.
After the immense grief subsided, Song Siyao's blood rushed to her head, and she suddenly drew her sword, letting out a mocking laugh as she unleashed her full power.
The oppressive aura spread across the six realms. The divine senses, which had been blocked for half a year, were powerfully unleashed. All living beings felt a tremor in their chests and looked in the direction where they were, sensing what was happening.
Then all six realms heard that sentence, which went from a murmur to a sudden, fierce expression of resentment.
"Fate, fate, that's fate! Not my fate, Song Siyao's fate!"
The light shot into the sky, and then the purple lightning from the heavens struck down fiercely.
—The tribulation of ascension has arrived.
The figure in the black and red robes hovered in the air, his black hair dancing wildly, as the first earth-shattering bolt of lightning struck down.
Song Tingwan wiped away her tears of blood, stood up coldly, and folded her hands in front of her, as if she had returned to her former serene and elegant appearance.
But the traces of blood and tears had not faded, and his eyes were still bloodshot, yet he was as cold as an ice cave, with not a trace of a smile in sight.
She looked up at her younger sister's figure facing the heavenly tribulation, her brows furrowed slightly, and her heart clenched again.
Fate is an obstacle, making ascension difficult.
The first bolt of lightning struck, tearing the black and red robes to shreds and revealing scorched skin.
The second bolt of lightning struck immediately afterward. As the third bolt was brewing, Song Siyao spread his arms wide, sneering provocatively, "That's it?"
Just as the third bolt of lightning struck down, someone rushed to Song Tingwan, who was sitting in the lava, her tortoise shell swaying.
First one, then two, three, four.
The two weakened dragons, their minds unstable, barely managed to maintain their human form before her, yet they couldn't even control their dragon horns and scales from showing.
"Master..." Baili Xijiang was both happy and guilty. He called out nervously and then didn't know what to do.
He could no longer refine elixirs.
Will his master be disappointed in him?
Shen Zhuochuan's face was pale, and even maintaining his human form caused him excruciating pain in his flesh and blood.
But he forced himself to smile at his beloved with the same gentle and refined smile as always.
But even she herself didn't realize how forced that smile was.
Wanqiji never leaves his body without it, but the giant sword he used to carry on his back is nowhere to be seen. No one knows where it came from, and his body is riddled with bloody holes from being stabbed.
"Thankfully, we managed to hold on until you came back."
He didn't mention himself at all, just stood there like a big, simple-minded guy, happily oblivious to everything else.
The usually most lively Qin Xi half-hid behind Baili Xijiang, concealing her weak arm.
She touched the white magnolia flower eye mask on her face and smiled nonchalantly at Song Tingwan, "Wan'er, look at my new accessories, aren't they pretty?"
They all thought she was unaware, as if they could fool her, a cultivator specializing in alchemy.
Don't open your eyes and you can't bear to look at them anymore.
Song Tingwan's suppressed tears of blood burst forth again, and she choked with sobs, almost collapsing.
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