How could I possibly calculate the time for my sister?
Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck.
—Ah Yao, is the power of merit useful?
If they were able to enlarge the Heavenly Ladder fragments using their merits during those six months, then merits must have their own function.
—I have used up all my merits and virtues, so I cannot try again.
Song Siyao replied to her.
Song Tingwan looked at the group of big shots beside her and smiled gently.
Then Yan Shanjun's broadcast went online again.
We urge everyone to donate to this cause.
Everyone expressed their willingness to donate, but what should they use to commemorate their good deeds?
Song Tingwan was also deep in thought.
Her magnolia seal is broken.
She was frowning in worry when suddenly something surged in her consciousness, and a ray of white light flew out from the center of her forehead.
Then a huge white magnolia phantom appeared in mid-air.
Both Song Tingwan and Song Siyao in the sky were stunned.
…Didn't it shatter after shielding Ayao from the lightning tribulation?
There are still some.
Song Tingwan touched her forehead; it wasn't as hot as the magnolia flower mark usually appeared.
The powerful beings at the Tribulation Transcending stage glanced at the Green-Clad Goddess with curiosity, and without her prompting, asked, "How can we donate our merits?"
Although they can't see this thing, they still do a lot of good deeds on a regular basis.
I suppose there must be some to some extent.
"With utmost sincerity, the Way becomes formless, and merit paves the way to heaven."
The Buddhist disciple stepped out from the crowd, took the lead in reciting the mantra, and stripped a dazzling golden light from his body.
He started it all, first in Buddhism, followed by countless chanting of mantras.
This time, Lord Yanshan did not announce it to the Six Realms, but countless beings silently recited the incantation and floated into the air like stars.
The phantom formed a golden magnolia, carrying countless merits as it floated toward the void path before Song Siyao.
The golden magnolia fell into the chaotic vortex, its illusory form intact, and golden light of merit shone down.
The Heavenly Ladder is frozen in time.
Another thirtieth step.
There are less than twenty steps left.
Song Tingwan watched as the magnolia drifted back and automatically disappeared into the center of her forehead.
She found a mirror, touched her forehead, but felt nothing.
What...is this?
Just as Song Tingwan finished wondering what was going on, her vision blurred and before she could react to what was happening, Yan Shanjun had already helped her to a chair.
He casually tapped the howling white tiger on the head.
Stop yelling.
He had no other choice but to do this.
There's no way around it, these two sisters are both incredibly stubborn.
One was in the sky and couldn't control them, while the other stood firmly beside them, ready to stop them at any moment.
But they already knew that sacrifice was inevitable.
"Alright, these two children have endured far too much suffering on their journey to save the world. Let us, the older generation, take over the rest."
Yan Shanjun spoke with a smile and a loud voice.
The senior cultivators behind him, all at the Tribulation Transcending stage, smiled with relief. "Yes, we can't let the two little girls bear everything."
"Saving the world requires the unity of all cultivators in the six realms to overcome this difficult time together. We can't just stand by and watch, can we?"
Venerable Dongming spoke even less than them. As soon as he drew his ice sword, a chilling aura spread and shot straight into the sky.
Lord Yanshan laughed loudly, caught up with his own Supreme Elder, drew his Vast Ocean Sword, and the sea surged.
Su Xi and Pei Yuan left hand in hand, a fox tail wrapped around his zither. The two looked at each other affectionately and smiled knowingly.
The other cultivators at the Tribulation Transcending stage rose up and ascended into the air.
The moment her father flew away, Wu Ling followed his father's demonic energy upwards.
But Wu Gan threw it back.
"Why are you younger generation getting involved? Go stay by Baili's side."
"From now on, your mother and sister will be in your care."
"By the way, you'd better inherit the Demon King's position well for me. It's not easy for our witch clan to have a member with such a high position and power."
The shaman chuckled dryly, kneaded the small ball of demonic energy, and then turned and flew into the sky.
Wu Ling was slapped back to Baili Xijiang's side by the demonic energy. She was immersed in sadness, but when she glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, her sadness suddenly stopped.
Take a closer look.
Baili Xijiang was tightly bound to the chair by the dragon tendons, and the chair was also enchanted, making it impossible for Baili Xijiang to move at all.
They also seem unable to speak.
Wu Ling watched as he silently shed tears and frantically tried to wink at her.
Suddenly, his sorrowful mood was interrupted, and the gentle demon rescued him.
Then a dragon's roar echoed through the heavens and earth.
The black dragon soared into the sky and charged headlong into the two majestic black and red dragons.
Yun Qian, at the very back, wept uncontrollably as he read the last message his master had sent him.
Lord Yanshan gave him a lot of instructions.
Finally, he said that his master had been poor all his life, owed a lot of money to people, and had not been able to leave you anything.
All that's left are the things you three, the master and his disciples, each with a storage ring, hidden in your own rooms.
You can't complain about your master being poor.
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