Story 8 - Tribulation Trepidations (19/24 ?)
When I attached the last painted silk onto the flag stick for my Lin’s Aweso Defensive formation, it hit that I’d finished my preparations for my tribulation.
I had my armor, my formation flags, spiritual tools, and my talismans. One was even at Golden Core, thanks to Shadow Gopher. I could also borrow the small pagoda from Salamander.
And aside from that, I’d ntally prepared myself for how I’d build my foundation.
I had everything ready to go.
Technically, I could start it at any mont.
There was only one final thing I was missing. Sothing similar to a ritual I went through before starting each of my tribulations. Because, even though I was confident I could overco them, I knew I wasn’t the main character of this dumbass Xianxia. And even if I was, plenty of them had died or beco a literal sea. Of course, they usually found a way to return.
It was sothing every cultivator without a disciple, and with techniques, they’ve developed, did — leave an inheritance.
Unfortunately, I couldn’t create a grand space with a complex set of tests like I did before I attempted to ascend.
There was a difference between then and now. Because now I had people I cared for. Ones that hadn’t all died or ascended.
Ah! Thoughts about that could wait. I had to pick up Little Spring.
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As soon as I landed my flying sword, the little apprentice chefs scattered. Fairy Garlic walked over with the brat.
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