The next second, atop the mountain, lightning flashed and thunder roared.
Jiangli looked up at the sky and silently said, "It’s raining—"
Before she finished speaking, her skin turned to powder inch by inch.
Water and fire were incompatible.
The downpour was imminent.
The flas across the mountain seed to sense the crisis, surging once more, as if launching a final charge and struggle.
The flas intertwined perfectly with the dark demonic energy, carrying that evil qi, dispersing into the wind.
As the torrential rain fell, the flas and dark demonic energy quietly returned to the earth.
At the sa ti, atop Mangshan, amidst the lightning and thunder, a series of mournful dragon howls intermixed, as if bidding farewell to a lover.
Even the heavy rain seed like a dirge.
In an instant, everything in the world seed to slow down.
Tianxuan stared blankly at all of this, rooted to the spot, unable to move.
After a few seconds, he suddenly shuddered and instinctively looked at Fu Shiyan, none other than the Divine Monarch Ying Ming.
He saw Fu Shiyan standing there, his expression unclear, but exuding an indescribable sadness.
Tianxuan wanted to say sothing, wanted Ying Ming to save Jiangli.
He knew that Ying Ming surely could.
But at that mont, Qing Yue, who had been gone for so ti, suddenly appeared atop Mangshan.
From a distance, he shouted to Fu Shiyan, "Third Brother, I brought the thing!"
At the sa ti, Zhang Celestial Master, who went to retrieve Tianxuan’s spiritual bone, also returned.
Holding Tianxuan’s spiritual bone, Zhang Celestial Master returned and looked at Fu Shiyan, saying, "I have set up the formation."
Tianxuan was montarily stunned, not having ti to react.
Fu Shiyan had already taken the item from Qing Yue’s hands.
Tianxuan got only a fleeting glance.
But he recognized it instantly; it should be the treasure of the Fox Clan, the Heart-protecting Lamp, said to have the power of resurrection, capable of reconstructing a body even from just a wisp of remnant soul.
Tianxuan suddenly understood what Fu Shiyan intended to do.
He imdiately looked towards Fu Shiyan.
At the sa ti, atop Mangshan, one dragon roar after another echoed, lightning flashed, and the formation’s glow enveloped the entire Mangshan.
...
The rain over Mangshan persisted for a long ti.
In City B, snow suddenly began to fall in August.
Everyone was extrely curious.
"Snow in June! Who has grievances worse than Dou E?"
"A few days ago, over at Mangshan, there were lightning and thunder, and it kept raining. Now it’s snowing, welches Daoist is transcending a tribulation?"
Netizens joked, but in life, everything remained calm, as if nothing had ever happened, everything as usual.
Everyone’s life continued as it always had.
Ti had changed.
The snow in June from years ago had long passed.
The pilgrims at Jiaoyang Temple beca more nurous, and the incense thrived, evidently becoming the leader in today’s Xuann.
In these few years, Xia Xin had repurchased all the lands that had been sold off, through his efforts and the help of the Fu Group, and today Jiaoyang Temple had returned to its forr grandeur.
Tianxuan, now, still called Xia Xin back.
"Yes, it’s really just a minor issue. Stay cheerful, it’s unrelated to those things. Go ho and rest well."
Xia Xin escorted today’s last scheduled fortune-telling pilgrim to the door, a gentle and appropriate smile on his face.
He had shed his youthful immaturity, now appearing more stable and mature, wearing a white shirt that added a touch more warmth.
He seed like a completely different person from the young man of those years.
The pilgrim thanked him and left satisfied.
Master Sun personally delivered so Golden Thread Sandalwood and, witnessing this scene, called out, "Xiaoxin—"
Hearing the voice, Xia Xin turned around, saw Master Sun approaching, and said, "Master Sun, why did you co to deliver things personally? How’s your health lately? Why didn’t you let the children do it?"
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