Master has come out; if the sky falls, he will hold it up with Master.
The Master will take care of those who are suffering.
Suddenly, I felt incredibly fortunate to be a dragon. Even if I could no longer refine pills, I could still transform into my original form and serve as my master's mount.
Baili Xijiang thought optimistically.
Hearing his calmer voice, Song Tingwan felt as if her heart was bleeding, and as she slowly turned her eyes, tears welled up again.
"Wan'er shouldn't cry. We saved many lives. Shouldn't Wan'er be proud of us?"
Wan Qiji seemed much more at ease, and said this to her as if joking.
Qin Xi rubbed her face and smiled gently at Song Tingwan, "But Wan'er is here, isn't she?"
"Wan'er will cover for us!"
Her tone became lighter.
If it weren't for the large number of pills Wan'er gave them, and the life-saving pill that each of them received, none of them would still be alive.
Her elixir saved their lives, just as she had said.
As long as they fight to the death and stay alive, Song Tingwan will bring them back.
Thunder roared in the sky, and the tenth lightning bolt struck Song Siyao. The others looked up at the man who was still standing upright in mid-air, their faces filled with worry.
Song Tingwan and Shen Zhuochuan stood side by side, thunder roared, and her slightly upturned face was shrouded in light and shadow.
“I am proud of you, but your serious injuries also break my heart.”
The sounds mingled with the thunder.
It is deeply moving.
She possesses unparalleled alchemy skills, yet she suffers a fate-ordained injury.
She couldn't save him.
Only the golden core within their dantian might be able to restore them, but while their friends are still standing alive, the golden core cannot be moved.
Upon hearing this, the people surrounding her all lowered their eyes.
Behind her, they remained in a protective posture.
Despite their severe injuries, the group remained resolute, showing no doubt that they would fight to the death to protect the two sisters.
At this moment, the powerful figures from the Six Realms arrived from all directions.
They all moved closer to Song Tingwan.
Song Tingwan nodded slightly to the approaching crowd, and she saw many familiar faces.
Lord Yanshan, Venerable Dongming, Song Hexi, Venerable Yuntian, and Su Xi, the patriarch of the Hehuan Sect, followed closely behind.
The alluring woman smiled at her, raising her eyebrows seductively.
There are also the young successors of various forces who bear heavy responsibilities, as well as the top forces from the four sects and eight families of the cultivation world and other realms, all gathered here.
Holding a sword, pinching talismans, and chanting incantations, he arranged the formation, plucked the strings, and the Buddha's light appeared.
Each solemn expression speaks volumes—
All living beings in the six realms are ready to face this catastrophe.
What surprised Song Tingwan the most was that behind the huge crowd, a short, small old man dressed like a beggar strolled in through the air.
The crowd gave way.
It was an unconscious action.
They didn't even recognize this elderly man with an extraordinary presence.
They didn't recognize him, but the moment the old man appeared, the air seemed to freeze, and even though he walked straight toward Song Tingwan without regard for anyone else, no one felt anything was amiss.
That was a deep-seated reverence.
"You... you actually showed yourself."
Song Tingwan clasped her hands together and bowed.
The carefree old man tossed his tan hair and let out a long sigh.
"The time has come, and I must complete my mission."
Yan Shanjun and the others took a half step back and, suppressing their shock and speculation, performed a deep bow.
This person... could he be a god?
Gan Di watched quietly from the side, ignoring the greetings from many powerful beings in the Six Realms. He simply pulled out a stool and sat down on it.
Since we're all going to die anyway, what's wrong with being a little carefree?
However, Gan Di, a great demon who had lived for ten thousand years, was more acute in his perception of the appearance of that little old man.
A tremor that seemed to originate from the very marrow of one's bones.
It made him unable to resist submitting.
Ancient times...
Calling him a god doesn't seem quite right.
He sat alone, and apart from focusing on the ascension, he finally became somewhat interested.
Compared to the others, Song Tingwan and her group of five were much calmer, and Song Hexi was also respectful with a calm expression.
After all, they had met another god and spent year after year with him.
Song Tingwan was different; she met this senior during her travels in her youth.
I had a lavish meal and met someone who was comparable to a god.
The elder was simply low-key, walking among humans like an ordinary person.
It rarely appears in other realms.
This senior had also saved the two sisters during the sacrifice.
This is the Earth Manipulation Master that countless people have been speculating about after the great battle with the Demon Lord.
She wanted to find an opportunity to thank this senior, but she never got to see him again after being resurrected.
As long as the senior doesn't want to, no one can find his whereabouts.
Song Tingwan frowned at the mission mentioned by her senior, and was about to say something when he interrupted her.
The old man stood with his hands behind his back, sighing as he watched the bolts of lightning strike one after another.
"Your sister is pretty resilient; anyone else would have given up long ago."
Twenty bolts of heavenly lightning have already struck.
To successfully transcend tribulations and ascend to immortality, one must endure being struck by ninety-nine bolts of lightning.
All eyes were fixed on the figure in mid-air, their expressions a mixture of worry and anticipation.
In the past five and a half years, there have been dozens more people at the Tribulation Transcending stage.
This is a spectacle never before seen in the history of the Six Realms.
In any other situation, these people would all want to dominate their own territory, fighting and killing each other for their own power.
Yet they calmly entered the Tribulation Transcending stage and continued to cultivate desperately.
All for the purpose of helping Sword Saint Si Yao ascend to immortality.
All for the sake of saving the world.
Countless deep-set faces looked up at the young swordsman.
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