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The surrounding spiritual energy was like a stone dropped into a calm pond, creating ripples.

Lu Zhaozhao sat in the center of the circle, motionless all night.

The purple-red swollen skin gradually returned to its original color, and spiritual power flowed like a slowly flowing trickle, entering the body regularly during breathing.

If someone pushed the door open at this moment, they would probably think she was taking a light nap.

But as the saying goes, there are currents beneath the calm surface. Under the seemingly normal appearance, only Lu Zhaozhao herself knows the pain within.

His skin and flesh had recovered rapidly thanks to the first stage of the body-refining technique, but beneath the surface, like a hurricane, it was ravaged and broken. Meridians were severed, Qi was clogged in various parts of his body, and blood vessels were ruptured. While his skin was intact, the blood clots could not be expelled, twisting his body into a mess.

But her Nascent Soul breakthrough had already reached its final stage, and she dared not let her guard down for a moment. After all, a failed breakthrough would mean a decline in her cultivation at best, or serious damage to her body, making further progress difficult. Therefore, even with her body in such a dilapidated state, she still did not dare to get up to heal her wounds.

Ever since the sea of ​​consciousness felt that barrier last night, it has been constantly mobilizing its true energy and spiritual power to attack it. Right now, there is only a thin layer of that barrier left, and it will be broken through in no time.

The muffled sound of thunder outside the house came into my ears through the cracks in the window.

Was it a thunder tribulation? Lu Zhaozhao was somewhat expectant, yet also somewhat worried. In her memory, her senior brother Ying Che had experienced a thunder tribulation before.

At that time, he was in seclusion in a quiet room. Thunderclouds instantly blocked out the sunlight and covered most of Emperor Huizong of Qing with darkness.

Dark clouds pressed down on the city, threatening to destroy it. Lightning struck, shattering the stone door of the quiet room. The door, made of the shell of a tortoise shell from the East China Sea, had experienced countless fire and sword strikes over the years, leaving only faint white marks. However, a single lightning strike shattered it to pieces.

Lu Zhaozhao watched from afar. Behind the stone gate, a white shadow passed by, and a sword shadow hit the next flash of lightning, exploding into shocking sparks in the air.

A figure with fluttering clothes and a slender figure was floating in the air. Lu Zhaozhao recognized that it was Ying Che who had been in seclusion for two years.

The white bone dragon's sword pointed directly at the thunderclouds. The sword made from the spine of a thousand-year-old dragon glowed faintly in the air. It seemed to sense the hostility around it, and the dragon clan's warlike genes were completely released at this moment.

The sword's owner had a solemn expression on his face at this moment, and the smile he usually wore was completely restrained. The coldness revealed in his deep brows was fully reflected at this moment.

The slender white fingers holding the hilt of the sword kept turning in the air, constantly colliding with the falling thunder.

The sparks blooming under the thunderclouds are like the fireworks on the night of the Flower Festival, blooming at the highest point and dropping sparks, which is a beautiful sight.

But the situation at this moment was far more tense than during the Flower Festival. The continuous thunderbolts struck, and even Ying Che, at his most capable, couldn't help but worry about how much longer he could hold out.

So he felt in control.

He made a sword gesture and his figure turned into white light and flew towards the depths of the thunderclouds.

Silver light kept flashing inside the dense dark clouds.

After a long time, a golden light shot down.

The armor shone like golden scales towards the sun. A hole was torn in the thick clouds, and the gap grew larger and larger. Ying Che's figure in the clouds could now be clearly seen by those on the ground.

He struck out with one last palm strike, and the remaining thunderclouds were completely shattered and dissipated under the blue sky.

Ying Che tapped the ground with his feet, looking graceful and elegant. He walked slowly, a smile on his face again, and walked towards Lu Zhaozhao who was looking at him infatuatedly.

A pair of large hands covered her head and rubbed it gently. Ying Che bent down to look her in the eye and whispered, "Junior Sister, are you worried about me?"

"Senior Brother! Are you out of your body now?" Lu Zhaozhao shouted excitedly.

The scene before her froze, and Lu Zhaozhao smiled quietly. She recalled that she had once asked Ying Che how to break the thunder tribulation, and Ying Che replied: The only way is to resist it.

So, when she entered the clouds, the scene before her gradually became clear.

Thick thunderclouds enveloped her like a cage, and lightning always flashed behind her at unexpected moments.

The dense scorch marks on the bamboo sword in his hand told of the fierceness of the battle just now, and the scriptures engraved on it were also obscured.

She forged the Buddha-belly bamboo from the Futu Temple's backyard into a longsword indistinguishable from Niye's, its blade as sharp as autumn frost, shattering stone and shards of iron. However, Master Jingwen, disliking its murderous intent, inscribed a sutra on it and entrusted it to Master Huizhen, who placed it in the Buddhist hall for forty-nine days. Thus, this sword, unlike Niye's murderous blade, possessed a more Zen-like quality.

This unexpected gain seems particularly surprising at this moment.

The sword imbued with Buddha's will passed through the clouds extremely smoothly, and the fierce lightning was greatly reduced when it encountered the scriptures. Because of this unexpected surprise, Lu Zhaozhao entered the clouds very smoothly.

At this moment, there are flashes of lightning, fireworks are blooming, and thousands of stars are opening.

Lu Zhaozhao's figure moved quickly in the clouds. Her green dress fell on her waist like flowing silk, and her veil fluttered, unable to conceal her natural beauty.

The bamboo sword gradually broke through the thunderclouds blocking the way ahead, and she saw a ray of light that did not belong to the clouds shining through the gap.

Lu Zhaozhao found the right angle and attacked the gap fiercely.

The clouds began to thin out little by little, and fresh air continued to pour in.

With the last sword, Yueying Wanchuan and Qingyang fell at the same time, creating ripples in the air and completely burying the haze. A subtle silver light penetrated into her brow.

Lu Zhaozhao slowly descended, and the scenery below was unfamiliar. It seemed that he was getting further and further away from Minggong City while struggling with the thunder tribulation.

She raised her head and touched her eyebrows, which was the proof of her breaking through the thunder tribulation and entering the Nascent Soul stage.

With a slap of his palm, the huge rock a hundred feet away shattered in an instant.

True Qi that was thousands of times more powerful than the golden elixir flowed through his body, and Lu Zhaozhao looked at his palm curiously.

Is this the Nascent Soul?

She couldn't wait to find a place to recuperate and wait for the opportunity to show her Nascent Soul strength.

After finally finding a dry cave, Lu Zhaozhao set up a formation at the entrance and then sat down to meditate.

The more I meditated and regulated my breathing, the more I was shocked by this vast power.

Years of accumulation made the weak period she should have experienced when she broke through seem exceptionally short. Most people wouldn't even be at the initial stage of training when they broke through, but the accumulated spiritual power and Wei Zhanjie's profound inheritance allowed her to break through to the middle stage of the Nascent Soul in one fell swoop.

Lu Zhaozhao was smiling and in a good mood. Now she only needed to consolidate her superficial cultivation so that she could be considered to be in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul Realm.

Thinking of this, she worked even harder.

But just as she was about to regulate her breathing further, she heard the sound of a dry branch breaking.

Lu Zhaozhao was shocked. There was no unusual sound coming from the formation outside the cave. She explored the cave inch by inch and found no trace of any living creature. It was a dry cave that had been ruined for a long time.

Who was it that came to her side silently?

The smile disappeared instantly. She folded her hands, slightly opened her teeth and made a few mnemonics, then slowly opened her eyes.

A person in a green robe came into view, and looking up, he saw black hair draped over his shoulders and a slender face.

If others saw him, they would definitely praise him: What a handsome young man.

But at this moment, Lu Zhaozhao no longer had this admiration. She looked into those deep eyes and felt extremely shocked.

She had seen this person before!

On the outskirts of Pingyang City, in a dense forest and stone chamber, a young man was once seen.

The two faces overlapped at this moment.

The person in front of him was Wen Sheng in the stone chamber!