Chapter 125: 098 Purple Saint (2-in-1)_2

Tribulation Thunder? It seems there really is a senior undergoing a tribulation.

Xu Chang’an stood still for quite a while before sighing helplessly.

Really strange.

Once he realized it was the Tribulation Thunder before him, he felt no fear whatsoever.

Upon reflection, it turned out to be because of his trust in the Chaoyun Sect, as he had spent so much time at Steward Hall on Muyu Peak, knowing those seniors wouldn’t bring danger to juniors.

Does he feel a sense of belonging to the Chaoyun Sect?

Xu Chang’an himself wasn’t sure.

However, he truly felt goodwill.

The opportunity given by Senior Zhu, the outwardly cold but warm-hearted senior sister of Muyu Peak, the elder who gave him the Glazed Jade… Of course, the person Xu Chang’an respected the most was the teacher in Sword Hall on Muyu Peak who led him onto the path of cultivation.

While everyone in Muyu Peak still rejected him, only the teacher knew of his lack of foundation and never looked down on him, even carefully guiding him, selecting the Breathing Technique and Energy Storage Technique for him.

So, if Xu Chang’an were to name a Guide, the teacher would be his Guide.

Thinking of that teacher’s attitude towards Chaoyun Sect, Xu Chang’an naturally trusted this place as a student.

Even the red-clothed woman he just encountered seemed to hint at something, giving him an umbrella.

These people make Xu Chang’an trust this seemingly faction-ridden and hierarchically clear sect.

It’s simple; if he didn’t trust it, how could he bring Miss Yun up the mountain?

“… It’s indeed a good place.”

Xu Chang’an raised his head; what met his gaze was the majestic White Jade hall, peaks hidden among the clouds, and the post-rain sky was exceedingly beautiful.

Xu Chang’an lowered his head, looking at the antique umbrella in his hand, thinking that since the rain had stopped and he hadn’t gone far, he might as well return to give the umbrella back to that senior sister.

After all, it was the girl’s item; if it’s no longer needed, it should be returned.

“…”

“?”

Xu Chang’an hadn’t walked far when he saw a woman in a red robe in a puddle, and he paused, stunned.

Celestial Bright Peak was home to bamboo groves, so there was muddy water beside the path, and the senior sister who could effortlessly shatter his Spiritual Barrier was lying sideways in the mud, her back facing him.

What… happened to her?

This scene reminded Xu Chang’an of Miss Yun playing in the mud in his dream.

“…”

This scene was truly bizarre, making Xu Chang’an want to leave for a moment, but since he had already seen it, pretending not to would be inappropriate, so he sighed softly.

The senior sisters of Muyu Peak are indeed strange.

At times like this, giving them a peculiar look would actually be rude, so Xu Chang’an took a deep breath on the spot, regained his composure, and slowly walked over.

…

In the mud, the chest of the red-clothed woman rose and fell slightly.

Because the ground was covered with moist soil, so the red-clothed woman’s body was stained with mud, her pale hands darkened, and due to the fierce wind just now, she rolled in the water while unconscious, her hairband blown away, hanging on a distant bamboo branch.

Her long hair was soaked in water.

The veil hung on her face, completely drenched, sweat mixed with rainwater, in utter disarray.

After a brief fainting, her cultivation gradually returned, restoring her to her peak state, but… she was already muddled, unable to care for her own disarray.

What… did she just experience?

Her cultivation at that moment was indeed entirely forbidden; regardless of the technique or means, all spells were sealed, her once impregnable physique reduced to the most ordinary woman.

How could there be a Tribulation Thunder like this, offering no chance for survival?

Even the Thunder Tribulation in the Qiankun Realm is dangerous, a thousandfold or a myriad times larger than the recent Tribulation Thunder, yet not as terrifying as just experienced.

Unless it was truly a celestial’s tribulation, a realm she couldn’t comprehend.

Without immediately fainting, she clearly saw what had happened.

The young man stood before the Purple Thunder, his clothes fluttering, blending seamlessly with the whole world; the dreadful Thunder Tribulation showed no intent to harm, rather… it seemed to be summoned by him.

The lightning bore a light purple hue, illuminating the young man just now.

This world was broken and heavily segmented; records of immortals had long dwindled to mere words, and she had scoured those ancient texts in search of a path forward.

—-

“Immortal Chronicles” said, Light Purple Saint, Beichen Purple Palace, standing in attire, often receive divine blessings, all dwell within the Spirit Realm, and sages frequent celestial gatherings, the source of all paths ceasing.

Sages often roam the world, can sanctify heaven and earth.

—-

She previously didn’t believe that there were immortals or saints in the world.

But upon seeing that Purple Thunder reaching the Celestial Palace and a burst of purple aura, her first reaction was this phrase.

Her Divine Soul trembled, her Sea of Consciousness stirred, as the firmly resolute Sect Leader Chaoyun’s years of belief gradually crumbled.

No matter how special Xu Chang’an appeared, triggering numerous phenomena, nothing compared to this Tribulation Thunder; she directly felt what it meant for everything to be ants beneath the Celestial Tribulation, with a mere flicker sealing all her years of cultivation, making it hard to imagine what existed beneath the Celestial Tribulation.

This world… must have had some anomaly.

The red-robed woman was in a daze; footsteps sounded behind her, and she slowly stood up, mudwater gradually dripping, but she paid no mind, staring intensely at the approaching young man.

Unlike her own disarray, Xu Chang’an, facing the Celestial Tribulation, stood as if on dry land, still utterly clean.