Quick Travel: Dream Hunt

As the thunderbolts continued to bombard her, Jinniang's clothes became tattered, and the rags flew wildly in the wind. However, her fighting spirit became more and more high. Every time she successfully withstood a thunderbolt, her firm belief in her heart increased. When the last thunderbolt came down like a mountain with a terrifying force that would end everything, Jinniang roared to the sky and unreservedly poured all her strength into it.

At that moment, the light was extremely bright, as if the whole world was illuminated. Jinniang's figure was looming in the lightning. She used all her strength to fight against it, and the space around her seemed to be shaking violently.

The roar of the thunder and Jinniang's roar intertwined, shaking the heaven and earth. Time seemed to stop at this moment, and everything became extremely slow. Jinniang's every move and every expression was clearly visible, and her eyes revealed determination and fearlessness.

Finally, after a thrilling stalemate, the light of the thunder tribulation gradually dissipated. Jinniang's body shook, but she stood firmly in place. She successfully survived this most difficult tribulation. At this moment, although she was exhausted, she exuded an extraordinary aura, as if she had experienced nirvana and rebirth.

Jinniang, who had completed her tribulation, was dressed in a flowing and elegant manner. She calmly landed from the sky into the clan territory. After asking all the clan elders to stand up, she looked in the direction of Tinghe and asked:

"My bloodline? Who are you? Where do you come from?"

Stumped by the three questions at once, Ting He scratched his head and didn't know where to start, so he could only explain briefly:

"She should be considered your daughter, after all, she possesses your blood power..."

Ting He spoke more and more quietly, and was oppressed by Jin Niang's aura and became speechless.

Jinniang lowered her eyes, counted with her fingers and said:

"Forget it, forget it. You are my bloodline, as you were born from my incarnation. From now on, you should stay in the Loulan tribe and practice well, ok?"

At this point, Jinniang looked at Tinghe for a few more times and asked doubtfully:

"A special physique, an immortal body that can absorb spiritual power for its own use, but it is a leaky soul. Ha, it's really interesting, a dark spiritual root that is hard to find in a thousand years? No, how can my magic weapon be in your body? Ha, my clone is really good, how much of my things did you take away?"

Before she could say anything, Jinniang grabbed Tinghe with a wave of her hand, tightly restrained her neck, looked her up secretly, and said casually:

"Tsk tsk tsk, it's true that my blood is rich and mellow. You have such a high-quality physique but you are a waste without spiritual roots. I don't have any heavenly spiritual grass, but I have a living spiritual grass. Whether you can grow spiritual roots depends on your luck. Although I don't know where you came from, I can see that you don't belong here. Loulan is just a passer-by. When you successfully give birth to spiritual roots, you can leave the clan and return to your world."

As he spoke, he threw out a golden seal that embedded itself between Ting He's eyebrows and said:

"This is the clan seal of the Loulan family. Outsiders will give it some respect when they see it. No matter where you go in the future, it will follow you. And it can resist people with cultivation below the Spiritualization Stage three times. It is worthy of being my Loulan bloodline."

At this point, she held the System Fairy flying beside her, invisible to outsiders, in her hand, and looked at the ball of light in her hand, and said to herself:

"Oh? It's contaminated with my aura again. Is this another foreign thing you brought here?"

After she finished speaking, she glanced at Ting He and said, "It seems that when I was in seclusion, my Tribulation Avatar was very active. What a pity, it is a heartless thing after all. Well, I'll make it up to you. Since you are my bloodline, you should study hard in this clan as my daughter and strive to grow spiritual roots as soon as possible."

As she spoke, a cluster of green spiritual herbs emitting green light and containing powerful spiritual power fell into Tinghe's hands. Only then did Jinniang let go of Tinghe's neck in time.

"Cough, cough, cough, cough, I understand."

Ting He responded cautiously.

At this time, Jinniang was dissatisfied, "Hmm? What should you call me?"

Ting He covered his neck with his right hand, held the magical herb with his left hand, and shouted timidly:

"mother?"

Upon hearing this, Jinniang laughed out loud: "Hahaha, I am also a mother of a daughter. I will inform all the major immortal cultivation clans to come to the Loulan clan to participate in my ascension ceremony. The ceremony will be held in three days."

After saying this, Jinniang disappeared in a flash.

The elders quickly knelt down and shouted:

"You all respectfully send off the Immortal Lord."

Then he knelt down in the direction of Tinghe and said, "You all pay homage to the Little Immortal."

Ting He was so scared that she fell to the ground and stepped back a few steps. She had to say that the Jinniang she imagined was not like this. Just now, Jinniang almost strangled her to death. It seemed that the Loulan tribe was also very dangerous. Jinniang's mood swings were undoubtedly more dangerous. Moreover, she had no spiritual roots at all, and she was afraid that she could not become the little immortal they were talking about. Should she quietly leave on the day of the Ascension Ceremony? Go look for the Heavenly Spirit Grass? Well, it was a happy decision.

After seeing Jinniang off, Tinghe sat on the ground for a long time before dragging her trembling body back to her room. She lay down on the bed, trembling all over, and said after a while:

"Little fairy, this is the spirit grass. Please quickly make a few copies for me. I will plant them in the planting space later and try to make them grow longer."

As she said that, she asked the fairy to copy some more. She first planted them in a part of the space, and then sat cross-legged and swallowed a piece of the living grass raw.

Suddenly, a strange heat flowed rapidly in her body, as if countless tiny warm currents were shuttling through her meridians. She felt her body gradually becoming lighter, and her consciousness began to become a little hazy.

She closed her eyes tightly and concentrated on running the internal energy technique, guiding the power to flow throughout her body. As the heat flowed, she could clearly feel her strength slowly growing, and her cells seemed to be cheering.

However, this feeling did not last long. Soon, she felt a strong dizziness. Beads of sweat appeared on her forehead and her face turned pale.

But she endured the discomfort, gritted her teeth and persisted, constantly adjusting her breathing, trying to adapt herself to this sudden change. After a while, the dizziness gradually eased, and she slowly opened her eyes, with a determined light flashing in her eyes. However, although the spiritual power of this living spirit grass was rich, it seemed insignificant in Tinghe's body.

Then she looked at the living grass that had just been planted in the space, as if she saw infinite possibilities in the future.