Feng Jiu narrowed her eyes as she gazed at the sky above where Xuanyuan Mo Ze sat cross-legged. There, a mass of dark clouds began to form, initially no bigger than his head, but gradually expanding outward, slowly turning the sky into a deep, ominous black. The sun's rays were blocked, and the sky that had once been bright now darkened to resemble the twilight of a setting sun. The entire world seed shrouded in this dusk, and the oppressive atmosphere weighed heavily, making it hard to breathe. Feng Jiu's hands trembled slightly, her body tense, and her heart clenched in anxiety. Despite her rank as a peak Divine King and having experienced countless advancents and tribulations, she had never encountered anything like this. The unnatural phenonon in the heavens and the incredibly strong spirit energy surging through Mo Ze's body filled her with an unease and fear she had never known before.
At their level of strength, there was often a vague premonition just before disaster struck. And in this mont, she couldn't shake the feeling that sothing was wrong. Taking a deep breath, she steadied her emotions, clenching her trembling hand. She looked at the figure before her—Mo Ze, sitting with his eyes closed. Many tis in the past, his advancents had gone smoothly without issue, and she hoped that this ti would be no different. Perhaps her anxiety was simply due to the absence of the children and her failure to prepare the dicinal pills in advance.
Unbeknownst to her, as Xuanyuan Mo Ze's aura surged and the thunder echoed through the sky, Old Tianji Zi, far away in another part of the world, suddenly opened his eyes. He looked up toward the darkening sky. Sitting cross-legged atop the Heavenly Mountain, his brow furrowed as he extended his hand to calculate. But despite his efforts, he could not discern the Heavenly Chance he sought, leaving his furrowed brow tense for a long ti.
Other monarchs in distant heavenly regions heard the thunder. So were clueless about its source, while others, curious, sought to investigate the heavenly phenonon.
Feng Jiu expected the first lightning tribulation to strike soon, but to her surprise, Mo Ze remained kneeling at the mountain top for three days. Finally, the first lightning tribulation rumbled from the sky, crashing down with thunder and lightning, precisely targeting the spot where he sat. However, the lightning tribulation was blocked by the defensive airflow created by the surging spirit energy around Mo Ze, dissolving most of its power. Only a small thread of lightning struck his body. At the sight of this, Feng Jiu exhaled softly, her tense heart relaxing a little. If this was the case, there should be no danger. Even if the advancent was difficult, he should be able to make it through.
But just as relief began to settle in, a soft sigh reached her ears.
"Sigh!"
"Who's there?" she imdiately snapped, her gaze turning cold, sweeping over the source of the voice with a formidable pressure. Wherever her gaze landed, an ancient pressure emanated from her.
"It's ."
A nonchalant voice replied from behind the clouds. As Feng Jiu processed the familiar tone, she saw Old Man Tianji, dressed in a flowing white robe, one hand in front of him and the other behind, stepping on an Immortal Artifact, slowly descending toward her.
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