This time, the tribulation consisted of nine strikes.
Due to dual cultivation of spirit and demon, the heavens were enraged.
Although it was merely a Nascent Soul stage tribulation, its power far exceeded this level.
When the first strike fell, Jiang Yin could barely withstand it.
By the second and third strikes, she was already struggling, finding it hard to stand.
Not wanting to implicate the Jiang family, she quickly moved with Tang Muxi to an open area before being struck to the ground.
Running away during a tribulation only further angered the thunderclouds.
From the fourth strike onward, the attacks became increasingly fierce, with powerful and violent thunder pouring down, as if wishing to destroy even half a mountain.
Jiang Yin faced the tribulation from the sky but was struck to the ground, and eventually pressed into a deep pit.
Knowing she couldn’t resist, she gave up the idea of counterattacking, using her only divine artifact to protect Tang Muxi, unwilling to let her suffer even a scratch.
Tang Muxi struggled desperately, but the Imprisoning Demon Sword, which was usually so affectionate towards her, wouldn’t relent.
No matter how she resisted, it held her firmly, not letting her out.
She tried to activate the Illusion God, but although it was loyal and a heavenly-grade artifact, it couldn’t break through the Imprisoning Demon Sword’s constraints.
By the time the eighth strike was over, Jiang Yin had completely collapsed.
If not for her strong will, she might have already fainted.
Her body was left with no intact spot, her robes destroyed, with only the heart-protecting scale still tightly attached to her chest, safeguarding her vital heart meridian.
Tang Muxi was already crying uncontrollably, pounding on the barrier hoarsely, “Senior Sister, let me out…
let me help resist, okay?”
But there was no response from the person.
The final heavenly strike was forming, its overwhelming momentum far surpassing all previous power, leaving no trace of life behind.
The Dao is fifty, the heavens evolve forty-nine, leaving one to escape.
But only when under the vast and domineering thunderclouds does one truly become lost.
Where is that one chance of survival?
Jiang Yin couldn’t see it, and neither could Tang Muxi.
The clouds rubbed together, lightning flowers burst.
Even space was distorted, and neither spiritual energy nor demonic energy could escape from the prison.
The fierce spatial power shattered everything, even the starlight of the night sky had to avoid its edge.
Unable to survive, certain death.
This time, Jiang Yin finally understood the meaning of the heavens’ wrath.
Lying face-up in the deep pit, looking at the lightning-flashing dark clouds, she felt a trace of fear.
Realizing she was afraid, Jiang Yin couldn’t help but laugh.
Her wounds hadn’t healed, and moving like this immediately caused intense pain, penetrating every corner of her body.
But she was too tired, even feeling the sting, hearing the crackling of residual lightning on her charred flesh, she couldn’t muster the energy to heal or soothe, only instinctively gasping for breath.
How laughable, she thought she wasn’t afraid of death, but when truly facing it, she flinched.
Fear of death always means attachment to something, and she was no exception.
Jiang Yin recalled carefully, but could only think of Tang Muxi’s figure.
Turns out she couldn’t bear to leave her.
The final heavenly strike finally gathered, like a monstrous beast, roaring as it descended.
It twisted the surrounding space, the thunder and lightning dazzling and brilliant, like the rising sun illuminating the entire sky.
Jiang Yin was blinded, unable to open her eyes.
Just as her eyelids were about to close, she saw a pure white figure resolutely facing the thunder.
Her whole body was snow-white, her black hair turning to frost and snow, her dark eyes gradually becoming icy blue, like a layer of unyielding ice that hadn’t melted for millennia, exuding a chilling aura, with snow and sand sparkling wherever she passed.
In the depths of winter, even the falling snow couldn’t compare.
Her body contained a vitality as rich as a forest, so flamboyant.
Jiang Yin was momentarily stunned, forgetting to breathe, only able to lie on the ground, gazing at that snow-white figure rushing into the tribulation.
In the midst of it all, she sensed a mysterious presence circulating between heaven and earth, but the aura was too profound, even she, who had once reached the pinnacle of a realm, couldn’t comprehend or perceive it.
Tang Muxi…
how did she break through the Imprisoning Demon Sword’s constraints?
This time, she really couldn’t protect her.
Jiang Yin stared at the horizon, her eyes filled only with the figure advancing fearlessly to resist.
However, in the next moment, the sky-shattering thunder suddenly shattered, like broken ice crystals, scattering rays of fragmented lightning.
Delicate and exquisite ice sand danced in the sky, brilliant and crystalline, more dazzling than the stars.
Tang Muxi held the Illusory God, conjuring a five-colored spiritual light that transformed into a slender arrow shooting straight into the clouds.
The thunderous clouds dissipated, and the sky within ten thousand feet cleared up.
The pure five-colored spiritual light merged into the sky, quickly eliminating all remaining thunder, leaving only countless stars and a bright moon hanging in the sky.
The once turbulent sky calmed for a moment, then a broader and more intense golden light shot down, enveloping the entire Floating Immortal Island.
At the same time, auspicious clouds gathered, bringing down a gentle rain.
Within a hundred-mile radius, all areas affected by the thunder slowly returned to their original state.
The spiritual rain seeped into the ground, causing the Primordial Tree to grow taller, its branches strong and even sprouting small flower buds.
New flowers and green leaves flourished everywhere.
The Purple Cloud Vine, of slightly lower grade, had already borne spiritual fruits after being nourished by the spiritual rain twice, and it wouldn’t be long before they matured.
Other mystical plants grew even faster, reaching full maturity.
Tang Muxi didn’t bask in the golden light as she had before.
After dispersing the thundercloud tribulation, she stood in the sky for a moment, constantly looking down.
The golden light not only healed Jiang Yin’s body but also infused it with powerful energy.
The golden core in her dantian gradually transformed into a small nascent soul under the tempering of the heavenly thunder, settling peacefully within her.
The nascent soul is a cultivator’s second life, appearing as a miniature version of themselves.
Once the nascent soul matures and transforms into a divine form, it becomes a means of survival.
No matter how severe the injury, as long as the primordial spirit remains, there is always hope for a comeback.
Jiang Yin’s injuries were completely healed, her body filled with strength, and even her depleted energy was fully restored by the golden light.
She felt the nourishment but didn’t move at all, still lying on the ground with disheveled clothes, gazing up at the person in the sky.
It turned out she could indeed protect herself.
Tang Muxi’s gaze fell on the torn corner of her clothes, and her nose tingled.
Unable to hold back any longer, she gracefully descended from the sky like a celestial being falling to the mortal world, exuding an ethereal aura.
Her ice-blue eyes were filled with sadness and heartache, her lips pressed together, and her brows furrowed with indescribable grievance.
She leaned down to pick up Jiang Yin, holding her tightly.
The Imprisoning Demon Sword was attracted by her aura, obediently rubbing against her.
But this time, Tang Muxi didn’t let it get close, pushing it away with her hand, “Don’t touch me, I still remember the previous restraint.”
Although she was speaking to the sword, it felt like she was indirectly scolding Jiang Yin while holding her.
The Imprisoning Demon Sword felt wronged; it was just following its master’s orders, what did it have to do with it?
But it didn’t dare to speak, nor could it.
After venting in front of Jiang Yin, Tang Muxi glanced at the person in her arms without saying a word, just wrinkling her nose, feeling even more sour inside.
Jiang Yin, however, couldn’t see this and lazily said, “You never listen to me.”
Tang Muxi, seeing her dare to bring it up, immediately got angry, “So what?
You want to kill me?
Cut off my ten fingers?
Come on, do it now!”
As she spoke, she stretched her ten fingers in front of Jiang Yin, fierce and menacing, but with tears of grievance hidden in her eyes.
This was the epitome of being adorably fierce.
Jiang Yin laughed again, “Hmm, you’re right, by our agreement, I should kill you.
Where’s the Imprisoning Demon Sword?
I’ll take your life now.”
As she spoke, she reached for the sword.
The Imprisoning Demon Sword dared not let her touch it, knowing these two sisters were having a spat.
To avoid getting caught in the crossfire, it fled a hundred miles away in an instant.
Jiang Yin didn’t catch it and laughed, “I’ll let it slide this time, but your life is already mine.
Once I find a suitable weapon, I’ll definitely take your life.”
Tang Muxi didn’t want to play this game with her, so she took out the Illusory God, transforming it into a sword and placing it in Jiang Yin’s hand.
“Didn’t you want a weapon?
How about this one?
A Heaven-tier artifact, surely it’s good enough for you?
Don’t wait for next time, do it now!
I must see you cut off my finger today!”
Tang Muxi was so angry her face turned red.
Hearing that it was her turn to suffer, Illusory God immediately got nervous and felt a bit resentful towards the Imprisoning Demon Sword for not taking her along when it escaped.
She was a Heaven-tier artifact, and although her true form wasn’t a blade, she was still incredibly sharp when transformed into one.
The blade was chilling, emitting a cold light, sharp enough to cut through hair.
Even the most skilled swordsmen would praise it upon seeing it.
Jiang Yin, however, after examining it for a moment, frowned and shook her head, “This blade is dull, it can’t cut.”
She lied through her teeth while casually tossing it aside.
Illusory God, now free, quickly darted away, swiftly escaping the main island.
When Wen Fei arrived, she only saw a flash of cold light.
Before she could react defensively, the light had already passed through her and disappeared into the sky.
It wasn’t until she saw the remaining ice shards that she realized it was Phantom God.
Wen Fei: …
Unsealing is really something, she runs so fast.
Annoyed, she hurried over and was overjoyed to see her disciple safe and sound.
Just as she was about to ask questions, she noticed a disheveled woman in her disciple’s arms and abruptly stopped, finding herself at a loss for words.
Tang Muxi still wanted to vent her anger, but upon sensing her master’s arrival, she glared at Jiang Yin and swallowed her fury.
“Master, why are you here?”
she asked, trying to calm herself.
“I came to check on things,” Wen Fei glanced at Jiang Yin’s exposed leg, feeling awkward, and turned her head away, “Never mind, come find me another day when you’re free.
I suddenly have something to do, so I won’t disturb you.”
Wen Mingyu, who was a step behind and hadn’t seen Tang Muxi’s situation, instinctively asked, “Aunt, why do you have something to do?
Weren’t you here to see little junior sister…”
But before she could finish, Wen Fei quickly covered her mouth, gritting her teeth in annoyance.
How could her usually smart niece be so oblivious now?
Wen Fei ignored her, pulling her away while waving her hand, “Mingyu has something to do too, we’ll be going now, you two continue.”
Wen Mingyu: …
“Master…”
Tang Muxi wanted to explain, but suddenly realized they might have actually been dual cultivating earlier, leaving her at a loss for words.
She could only watch as Wen Fei left.
After they were gone, her anger was interrupted by the commotion.
Tang Muxi pursed her lips and watched as Jiang Yin carried her back into the house.
Jiang Yin naturally didn’t want to comply, but as soon as she struggled, she heard a stern command, “Don’t move!”
Her body froze, and she really didn’t move.
