She was even afraid that her subordinates would be killed by Lord Yun Chuan.
Everyone in the room looked over.
Leng Yun smiled apologetically at Song Tingwan before nervously bowing to Shen Zhuochuan.
"Your Majesty, haven't you been looking for that Soaring Immortal Flower lately...?"
Upon hearing those four words, Song Tingwan's heart skipped a beat.
I have a bad feeling.
The others looked even more serious, watching Leng Yun with tension.
Shen Zhuochuan put down his teacup and frowned as he looked at her.
"After searching desperately with the Tianji Sect, we found that Venerable Zhurong had a similar one... so we went there to look for it."
"The Venerable Zhurong said that this is the only one left in the world. The ascension ladder that it accompanied has long been closed. Unless someone ascends to heaven again, there will be no more Flying Immortal Flower in the world."
"Then why is this one called the Leap Spirit Flower, and why is it different from the Soaring Immortal Flower?" Song Tingwan stared intently at her, her eyes trembling.
The ladder to heaven is accompanied by celestial flowers.
Soaring upwards.
Perhaps that's how it got its name.
The Heavenly Dao chose A Yao precisely because no one else could ascend to immortality.
At Shen Zhuochuan's prompting, Leng Yun pursed her lips and said with difficulty, "This is a flower that was born from a witch's failed ascension a thousand years ago. The ascension ladder was about to be born but had not yet been born. It was born in response to the ladder, but it did not bloom under the heavenly tribulation, so it could not bloom."
The private room fell silent.
You can hear their breathing.
They could only see Song Tingwan's slender back. She lowered her head slightly, her black hair cascading down her back like a waterfall, her wrists adorned with exquisite beauty. Now, she remained motionless, her form mirroring her master's.
"But it's still the Flying Immortal Flower, it just doesn't bloom anymore, it must still be the same..."
Qin Xi's voice trembled stubbornly.
Inside the private room, no one dared to move, afraid that even a slightly heavy breath would disturb the frail figure in their line of sight.
Shen Zhuochuan stared intently at her figure and said to Leng Yun, "Does Venerable Zhurong know how to make it bloom again?"
Leng Yun glanced at the younger generation in the private room, unsure whether she should reveal the great crisis facing the cultivation world in public.
"There's no need to worry."
"...Unless someone successfully ascends to heaven."
Ascension—in the recorded history of the cultivation world, there have been very few people who have ascended in the last ten thousand years.
a long time.
Song Tingwan asked in a hoarse voice, "A thousand years ago, the Wu Clan failed to ascend? Does this fairy know the name of that powerful being who had transcended the tribulation stage?"
This time... is extremely close to the time when Wu Ling's father ascended to heaven.
"I don't know." Leng Yun is only a thousand years old, how could she know about things from a thousand years ago?
Song Tingwan turned her head and calmly asked Chen Zhuochuan, "In the past thousand years, how many people from the Wu Clan have ascended to immortality?"
Shen Zhuochuan glanced at her with concern, pondered for a moment, and then answered in a deep voice, "One."
The woman closed her eyes, her figure swaying precariously.
Become friends.
It was also for herself.
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