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After leaving the ruins, Lu Zhaozhao and Yao Tong said goodbye and planned to leave first.

She now urgently needs to find a place to figure out the function of the dragon ball and, if possible, absorb and digest it.

"The next time we meet will probably be at the Golden Palace Banquet." Yao Tong smiled slightly, with longing in her eyes.

Lu Zhaozhao also cast his gaze towards the direction of Wenyuan Academy, suppressed the emotions in his eyes, and said, "I look forward to meeting you again, Senior Sister."

"Me too." Yao Tong smiled back. Lu Zhaozhao lowered his eyes, waved his hand, and walked away.

"Junior Sister Fusang." Master Bai Yuan walked to a distance from her, looked at her seriously, and said, "No matter who you are, I look forward to the battle at the Golden Palace Banquet."

"Then senior brother, you must not take it lightly." Lu Zhaozhao raised the corner of his mouth and accepted the challenge.

Master Bai Yuan raised his eyebrows and said, "So does my junior sister."

Lu Zhaozhao couldn't help laughing out loud. The Golden Palace Banquet was really something she longed for.

Yao Tong, Master Bai Yuan, and... Nian Zhi.

She turned and left, her eyes suddenly sharp.

Years of hard work have finally arrived. At the Golden Palace Banquet, all parties will showcase their prowess, but only one can ultimately ascend to the summit of the Golden Stage.

The afterglow of the sunset spread blood-red across the sky and earth, dyeing Lu Zhaozhao's eyebrows red. She looked into the distance as she walked, thinking to herself:

This person must be me!

Yao Tong stood in front of the ruins, quietly looking at the collapsed dragon cave. The surface of East Lake was surging with wind and clouds.

Yue Cong walked to her side, looking at the surging river, with ripples in his eyes.

He had an inexplicable premonition that the world of cultivation, which had been as peaceful as East Lake for many years, had been surging with undercurrents, and now, the waves hidden in the water seemed to be about to burst out of the water.

He looked at Master Bai Yuan with worry. He saw that Master Bai Yuan was staring in one direction in a daze. He once again thought of the terrible catastrophe that his grandmaster and master had calculated by deducing the way of heaven, and his heart was lifted for a moment.

The lake water turned into a long dragon, tumbling on the lake surface, and then roared to the sky, as if fighting with the sky. Finally, it turned into drizzle and sprinkled on the lake surface.

East Lake returned to peace again.

A passage was carved out on the surface of the lake, and a figure slowly walked out of it.

Yun Xian, with his sleeves still wet and a long sword in his hand, stood alone in the world. Before the ruins completely disappeared, he forcibly broke through a passage and walked out.

He only had a long sword in his hand, nothing else, and no one knew whether he had found what he was looking for or not. His face was calm, and no one could tell whether he was sad or happy.

The Donghu ruins were buried, so there was no need for him to stay any longer. He gave a few instructions to the disciples of Emperor Huizong of Qing, turned around, waved his sleeves, and disappeared from the spot without a trace.

"If it weren't for Master Yunxian, I'm afraid we would all have perished in the Ninth Layer Realm. However, he truly cares deeply about his disciples, even coming to East Lake in person. It seems that Junior Sister Lu Zhaozhao will be a strong competitor for you at the Golden Palace Banquet."

Yue Cong sighed to Master Bai Yuan. Master Bai Yuan looked at the direction where Yun Xian left, chuckled, and said, "Master, this trip may not be for that Junior Sister Lu, but your last sentence is right. She is indeed a strong opponent. I am looking forward to it."

Yue Cong glanced at him in surprise, then chuckled, "Master, you've really changed. When you were the dean, the disciples privately nicknamed you 'Iron-faced King of Hell,' but in recent years, you've become more and more humane."

Master Bai Yuan glanced at him and said, "The disciples in this academy are not diligent in their cultivation, and are still teaching these useless things privately. It seems that the academy's rules are still too lax."

"Uncle Master, please let us go." Yue Cong laughed heartily, patted Master Bai Yuan on the shoulder and said, "Under your leadership over the years, the courtyard has been in turmoil, and everyone is on edge. Just give me, your nephew, some breathing space and don't impose any more restrictions."

Master Bai Yuan didn't say anything, but there was a smile in his eyes.

On the other side, Lu Zhaozhao, who had already gone far away, found a dilapidated thatched hut and went inside.

The house was very dusty, and she couldn't stop coughing as soon as she entered. The thick layer of dust on the table showed that this place had been abandoned for a long time.

This is exactly what she wanted, a place where no one cares about her but can shelter her from the wind and rain.

Very good, she will spend about two months here.

The dragon ball in his hand glows with a faint radiance. Perhaps it's because it's been protected underwater for many years, but it always gives people a feeling of peace and tranquility.

She adjusted her breathing, sat cross-legged, took a deep breath, and then mobilized the true energy in her body and channeled it towards the dragon ball.

The true Qi wrapped around the surface of the dragon ball, but the dragon ball did not produce a strong rejection phenomenon. Instead, it breathed in and out as if it had life, complementing the true Qi.

The golden true energy continuously flowed into the dragon ball, and it slowly changed from dark green to sky blue, just like the reflection of a lake.

She closed her eyes for a long time. At some point, the dragon ball slowly moved out of Lu Zhaozhao's body, and moved to the front of her. It emitted a faint light on her forehead and wrapped Lu Zhaozhao.

A chill rushed through her heart, and Lu Zhaozhao understood that the dragon ball had begun to react with her body.

She flipped her palm and changed the hand seal. She continued to sit steadily, but the fluctuation of spiritual energy around her became stronger. The spiritual energy of heaven and earth within a radius of dozens of miles seemed to be converging towards her.

Vast, powerful, and pure, this is the natural energy that condenses true energy that all cultivators dream of.

"call……"

Lu Zhaozhao exhaled lightly, and under her control, spiritual power entered her body little by little, and was then transported to her dantian, where there was a golden elixir. This was the place where every cultivator who had passed the golden elixir stage would transform their spiritual power.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth enters the Dantian, and is continuously compressed and condensed under the action of the golden elixir, kicking out the violent and unruly elements in it, and turning it into true qi that can be used and circulated by the cultivator.

From day to night, and then from night to day, spiritual power continuously flows into the body, but it can only be transformed into tiny drops of true energy.

The Dantian seemed to be a bottomless pit. No matter how much spiritual power was absorbed or how much true energy was converted, it seemed to never be filled.

The dryness in her skin caused by cultivation was suppressed by the coolness under the illumination of the dragon ball. Lu Zhaozhao felt as if she was in a fairyland, as if she was isolated from the human world. The world was vast and she was the only one left with the endless spiritual power of heaven and earth, sitting alone for a hundred years.

"Boom-boom-boom-"

Outside of her subconscious, the hut was already covered by thunderclouds, with purple lightning falling around it and golden thunder faintly visible in the clouds.

Thunderclouds are spread across hundreds of miles, unstoppable.

All the powerful people who could sense the heaven and earth were attracted by this thundercloud.

"This is?"

"It's thunder."

Yao Tong stood in front of the mist of Tianyin Gate. In front of her stood a woman with a mature face and cold eyes.

"I haven't seen such a large-scale thunder tribulation in many years."

In the center of the main hall of Wenyuan Academy, Master Bu Lu stood in the middle. In front of him was the armillary sphere used to deduce the laws of nature, which was slowly rotating. Beside him stood his disciples, a total of eight people, with Qingsongzi and Master Bai Yuan standing on his left and right.

"Do you still remember the magnitude of the thunder tribulation when Yun Xian asked about the Dao?"

Obviously, this is a question to Qingsongzi.

In their prime, Yun Xian and Qing Songzi were at the top side by side, but Qing Songzi knew that the competition at the Jinque Banquet in their youth had laid the foundation for the gap between them.

"One hundred and twenty miles."

He remembered it very clearly, so he paid special attention to the thunder tribulation in front of him.