The journey of Emperor Donghua through time

The two magic weapons just floated in front of Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji, and they looked towards Emperor Donghua.

"This is my gift to you." Emperor Donghua flicked his sleeves and said nonchalantly.

Wei Wuxian was the first to take down the snow-white jade boat floating in front of him. He looked at it carefully, but still couldn't figure out what it was used for. He could only ask for help, "Master, what is the use of this boat?"

"This is a flying magic weapon. As long as you inject spiritual power into it, it can become larger. The size is controlled by you. It has a defensive magic circle that can resist the attacks of the gods. You can name it." Emperor Donghua

"Amazing! Thank you, Master!" Wei Wuxian exclaimed. You have to know that the sword is respected in the world nowadays. When a cultivator travels, he can only fly a sword at most. He has never seen a flying magic weapon that can change its size at will, not to mention that it has its own defense function. "Think about it carefully before you decide on a name."

“Master, what magic weapon does Lan Zhan have?” Wei Wuxian asked Emperor Donghua while looking at the magic weapon in Lan Wangji’s hand. The weapon was crystal clear and emitting a chill, and looked like a knife but not a knife, and a thorn but not a thorn.

"This is a magic weapon made of black ice. It can enhance the power and range of attacks, and can also freeze the target, making it unable to move. It has not yet been named." Originally, it was intended to be made into a dagger, but during the production process, an idea suddenly occurred to him and other materials were added. As a result, it became a hodgepodge after it came out. Emperor Donghua glanced at the magic weapon, and quickly looked away as if nothing had happened.

“Thank you, Master!” Lan Wangji bowed to Emperor Donghua and expressed his gratitude.

"No need to be so polite." Emperor Donghua poured two cups of tea and pushed them to them. "After you finish your tea, go and practice. Don't slack off."

"Yes, Master." After putting away their magic weapons and drinking tea, the two returned to their respective meditation places and began to practice.

Time passed quickly, and after three months of practicing again, Lan Wangji successfully formed a pill again. He was also thrown into the mass grave by Emperor Donghua in the same way to survive the tribulation.

Wei Wuxian could only watch Lan Wangji transcend his tribulation through the water mirror conjured up by Emperor Donghua.

“Sigh~” Seeing the thick lightning bolts striking Lan Wangji, Wei Wuxian took a breath. It was painful just looking at it. Wei Wuxian looked at Emperor Donghua worriedly, “Master, is Lan Zhan really okay?”

Emperor Donghua glanced at him and asked, "What do you think?"

“Haha~, Lan Zhan, you’re so powerful, he’ll be fine!” Wei Wuxian was a little embarrassed, and his attention quickly shifted, “Master, when I was undergoing the tribulation, was the lightning this strong?”

“Even worse than before.” Wei Wuxian still had some Yin energy left in his body at that time, and lightning is the nemesis of Yin things, so the lightning when he was undergoing the tribulation was nearly twice as strong as Lan Wangji’s now.

“Really? Then I was really lucky not to be struck to death!” Wei Wuxian patted his chest, looking scared.

Emperor Donghua ignored Wei Wuxian's antics and continued to look at Lan Wangji who was undergoing a tribulation in the water mirror.

"Why are they here again?" Wei Wuxian was helpless when he saw those people from the Hundred Immortal Sects in the corner of the water mirror. They were so afraid that he would go back to settle the score with them that they would not let go of any slightest sign of trouble.

“Don’t pay any attention to it.” Emperor Donghua looked at the hundreds of immortal sects as if they were ants. He didn’t need to take action against these ants. As long as the world advanced this time, heaven would take care of the reckoning.

“Alas~ I don’t want to pay attention to it, but they always jump in front of me, it’s so annoying!” Wei Wuxian sighed, then turned his gaze back to Lan Wangji, “The thunderclouds have dispersed, did Lan Zhan successfully survive the calamity?”

When Wei Wuxian was not paying attention, Emperor Donghua used his magic power to send him to the mass grave.

“Ah~~, Master, you’re going too far, you’re using that trick again!” Wei WuXian screamed in anger, and did not forget to shout to Lan WangJi, “Lan Zhan, catch me!”

When Lan Wangji heard Wei Wuxian's voice, he was already prepared to catch him. When Wei Wuxian was less than a hundred meters from the ground, he flew up and caught him, then slowly landed.