The rain was still falling, but Song Tingwan looked into the rain and saw pairs of bright and sincere eyes.
The people around the frail woman showed their tolerance and joy for her.
Golden clouds covered the sky, and spiritual rain cleansed them.
Apart from Song Siyao, who was first carried in by the Heavenly Dao, the rest of the younger generation of the Yunyin Clan, led by Song Tingqi and Song Miqiu, passed by Song Tingwan one by one and stepped into that invisible door.
The figures disappeared, and the remaining uncles and aunts enthusiastically pulled the three people down from the platform.
The people strolled in the rain, singing ancient folk songs.
Amidst laughter and joy, the spiritual rain seeped into the dantian and meridians.
The blessings will continue until the children emerge from the forbidden area, at which point the clan festival will end.
Song Tingwan was someone who had never appeared before; Heaven did not allow anyone to enter the forbidden area.
These two sisters are the two most unexpected people in Yunyin in many years.
One was physically weak, unlike anything seen before; the other was a genius unlike any other.
But ironically, both of them were favored by Heaven.
The clansmen were talking amongst themselves in the rain, but they were avoiding Song Tingwan.
They are not like those younger generation, who are young and impetuous and only care about their cultivation level.
They had watched this well-behaved little girl grow up, and what they cared about was whether she could really get better.
"That's great. Now that Awan is better, she won't have to be so careful in her dealings with people."
"Where did you see that she was being cautious?" someone asked curiously.
They can refine high-grade pills, and when they go out, they go to the absolutely safe Wenjian Sect.
But if it were someone like them, with Awan's abilities, they would have already boasted about it to the entire Six Realms.
As the auntie spoke, she gave them a disdainful look.
Well-behaved and sensible children are the ones who evoke the most heartache.
Do you people even understand?
"Now, as the clan chief said, Awan is only missing one ingredient. I have many friends in the cultivation world, so I'll ask around after the clan ceremony."
"It's a pity that the Flying Immortal Flower has long since transcended the mortal world, otherwise we could have had someone divine its future."
"If it were possible to predict the future, the High Priest would have done it long ago. Why would we need to worry about it?"
Those around him nodded in agreement.
It must be very difficult to find.
Everyone says that the Cloud Hidden Clan is favored by Heaven, so let us wish them well and hope that they will find the trail of the Soaring Immortal Flower for that well-behaved child as soon as possible.
The power of their wishes, along with the rainbow light, soared into the sky.
The rain paused for a moment, then returned to normal in an instant.
Surrounded by his clansmen, Song Chaoxuan laughed heartily, then suddenly looked up in surprise.
Jin Yun's gaze dimmed slightly in his eyes.
"This is…"
"Priest! They're coming out!"
There were too many people around Wan'er and her father, so Baili Xijiang and his two companions couldn't squeeze in. They could only join the Yunyin tribesmen around them in their joyful dancing.
Suddenly, the rain intensified.
A large group of people suddenly appeared on the altar; they were Song Siyao and other young disciples who had entered the forbidden area.
Everyone was covered in dirt, as if they had rolled around in a mud pit, but their faces were rosy and they were full of excitement.
Song Tingwan looked at her daughter, Ayao, with delight; her little sister was the cleanest little mud doll among them.
The rain intensified; what had been a light drizzle had now turned into a torrential downpour.
Lingyu washed the filth off them, revealing their original superior appearance.
It also replenished their depleted spiritual energy.
However, Song Siyao, who was at the head of the group, looked dazed. Song Tingwan was puzzled. She walked past the crowd and was about to go to her sister's side when her father, who had caught up with her, grabbed her arm.
"Ayao is about to break through."
She quickly stopped and said to her father, "Breaking through to the Nascent Soul stage will take a lot of time. I'll go up first to thank everyone for exchanging the Myriad Manifestations Fruit for me, and then inform the outside world about their coveting of Yunyin."
Song Chaoxuan shook his head again, a faint smile in his eyes, and looked at his youngest daughter whose momentum was constantly rising, "When the will of Heaven descends, Ayao breaks through right under His nose. Why would she need such trouble from the outside world?"
Song Tingwan looked up at the sky in surprise.
Heaven is so kind.
A wisp of golden cloud descended from the sky and landed on Song Tingwan's head, giving it a light tap.
"What nonsense are you thinking? You got a beating, didn't you?" The old father chuckled from the side.
Song Tingwan suppressed a laugh, "Being blessed by the Heavenly Dao is something I can brag about for a long time."
The wisp of golden cloud tapped her twice more as a warning.
Song Chaoxuan chuckled and quickly glanced at her, telling his child to behave.
Song Tingwan then stopped playing around and looked at A Yao with a more serious expression.
The spiritual energy swept in and poured into Song Siyao's body.
The aura of the peak Nascent Soul cultivator became more solid and heavy, rising step by step.
We've reached the critical point.
Suddenly, he shattered the obstacles in front of him and broke through to the Nascent Soul Realm.
"Hey, where's the lightning tribulation?"
Baili Xijiang scratched his head in confusion, while the Yunyin group smiled mysteriously upon hearing this.
Then, a bolt of lightning the size of an arm lightly struck Song Siyao.
Instantly, it transformed into more concentrated spiritual energy and entered her dantian.
After the tribulation of lightning ended, he entered the realm of a deity.
"That's it? It's over?"
Baili Xijiang clung tightly to Wanqiji's arm, his eyes red with envy.
It should be noted that the power of the lightning tribulation depends on the strength of the person undergoing the tribulation. The dragon race is tough and thick-skinned, and they endure each tribulation much better than most living beings, but they are still struck and left smoking every time.
But now he saw how easily the Cloud Hidden Clan broke through.
I feel resentful, really.
"Little dragon cub, you're dreaming! In reality, we only have this good fortune because we broke through on the day of the clan festival, so..."
Before the kind-hearted clansman could finish speaking, a group of clansmen who were suppressing their cultivation levels broke through.
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