Chapter 141 Prelude
Thunder roared like the sky collapsing and the earth splitting.
The immense commotion immediately drew the attention of the Wanxiang Sect and the surrounding Rogue Cultivators.
"Immortal Ascension Tribulation?!"
"No, it seems even more astonishing than the usual Immortal Ascension Tribulation... Eh? Isn't he the sect master's disciple, Wang Yi'an?"
Soon, someone within the sect recognized Wang Yi'an's identity, astonished.
Inside Chunyang Palace, Zhao Feng sat cross-legged alone at the desk, appearing as stable as Mount Tai, but the eyes tightly focused beyond the sect gates revealed his inner concern:
"Yi An has begun transcending the Immortal Ascension Tribulation so quickly... He has surpassed me, his master. It seems his years in the Martial Kingdom have yielded significant results."
However, this was also normal, as Wang Yi'an had been following Wang Xu all these years, and Wang Xu was already infinitely close to Class VI. With constant guidance, Wang Yi'an naturally made great gains.
Even though he was gratified, upon noticing the peculiarity of Wang Yi'an's Immortal Ascension Tribulation, he couldn't help but frown:
"Yi An, besides learning the Sword Dao of Xinjian Peak, also comprehended the Eight Aspects Sword of Chijian, and Martial Uncle Yao's Dharmas Sword Technique… Now it seems, he should have also encountered the True Martial Sutra, and now he's using Sword Dao to evolve True Martial, is he trying to express his intentions?"
Cultivators and True Martial were still hostile towards each other, at least until this moment.
In the entire Little Cang World, except for the unknown conditions in the western Three Continents and the Northsea Continent seldom being ventured, a total of five continents remain, with only Fenglin Continent still serving as the cultivators' stronghold, while the other four are all ruled by True Martial Cultivators.
When Martial Ancestor Wang Xu was alive, even cultivators had to fear his ability to act unrestrainedly, unfettered by the laws of heaven and earth.
He was also the only existence inside the realm capable of freely exhibiting Void Refining capabilities.
Unlike Han Yanzi and Hui Yunzi, these Refining Void Cultivators possess skills yet are restricted by the laws of heaven and earth, making it difficult to display them.
And now, with the fall of the Martial Ancestor, and the Dragon Transformation Pool long destroyed,
the Martial Kingdom, though vast and populous, is weak, flawed from a cultivator's perspective, making it just a matter of time before they strike against the True Martial Cultivators.
But at this moment, Wang Yi'an, in front of the Wanxiang Sect's mountain gate, the dominator within the sects of the Jin, forcibly used the Sword Dao to evolve True Martial, transforming into dual poles, attracting a Thunder Tribulation.
He has already clearly shown his determination to the sect.
"Caught between cultivators and True Martial..."
Zhao Feng's gaze flickered with a hint of sigh.
Everyone has their aspirations, Wang Yi'an's choice, perhaps indeed somewhat rebellious towards cultivators and the sect, but for Wang Yi'an himself, it's simply following his heart's will.
Dao-heart, Dao-heart, the Dao knows no good or evil, no high or low, only guided by the heart's intent.
People with their ideas and perseverance are always better than those who drift aimlessly.
Thus, Zhao Feng merely sighed lightly, then looked on peacefully.
Seeing lightning surge, illuminating all directions.
Wang Yi'an's figure stood with difficulty amidst the lightning, like a withered leaf in the wind; each Thunder Tribulation was a tremendous blow.
He wishes to merge Sword Dao and True Martial, accomplishing what predecessors could not, is it truly that simple?
Yet, in this moment, he displayed unprecedented resilience, the light in his eyes growing even brighter under the tempering of the thunder!
"Senior brother."
On Wanfa Peak, Bu Chan couldn't help but look at Wang Ba, who silently returned to the peak summit.
She also saw the commotion outside Wanfa Peak.
Originally pleased to see her son after such a long separation, yet seeing Wang Yi'an already starting the Immortal Ascension Tribulation, even she, who was normally extremely composed, paced anxiously with worry.
Compared to Bu Chan's anxiety, Wang Ba showed little reaction.
He merely silently sensed Bu Chan's emotional changes.
Like an ancient well reflecting the emotions of those around.
And such emotional changes quietly echoed in his heart.
The previously stagnant fusion progress now showed an almost imperceptible change once again.
This change gave Wang Ba a sudden idea.
"Liu Jin seems like he can't hold on any longer! Senior brother, you must think of a solution!"
Bu Chan spoke anxiously.
However, as she turned, she saw only Wang Ba's indifferent face, with seemingly no emotional change, leaving her stunned and feeling estranged:
"Senior brother, you..."
The sect preparing for the impending great tribulation, with her as the Minister of the Spirit Plant Department, naturally had heavy responsibilities, an obligation not taken lightly, she hadn't returned in over twenty years.
Yet now seeing the seemingly changed Wang Ba, she was utterly astonished.
In this instant, she even forgot about Wang Yi'an's situation, looking at Wang Ba in disbelief.
Feeling the massive emotional turmoil in Bu Chan's heart at this moment, and seeing her unfamiliar face, the heart lake of Wang Ba, calm as ice, inexplicably gave birth to a sense of pain.
Yet, at this very instant, he felt his emotional change with utmost clarity, as though split into two, observing himself from within.
"Emotion... It truly seems to be the key to fully integrating the Ice Daoist."
"Is it because of the Taishang Emotion-refining?"
This extremely special Town Peak Treasure of Lianqing Peak, the more he cultivates it, the more he senses its intricacy.
During self-observation, the fusion of the Yellow Dao Domain and the Extreme Cold Dao Domain also commenced its slow but stable progress once more.
"Senior brother!!"
Bu Chan stared intently at Wang Ba, eye to eye as though seeking the true belonging within those all-too-familiar eyes of Wang Ba.