He'd rather run than be turned into a cannon fodder for the broken engagement.

Chapter 235 The Path of No Regrets

With her only wish to walk alongside Fu Xun and watch him reach the pinnacle of glory, Leng Huan never cared about anything else. As for the matter of going home, Leng Huan had gradually let go of her resentment.

This is her home... This obsession has turned to smoke, lightened. When necessary, even in the face of life and death, she is fearless.

She didn't know when her mindset changed; perhaps it was as her cultivation level steadily increased, or perhaps it was another memory that influenced her. As mortals, they could only live for a few decades, and Leng Huan had already lived half her life. For a cultivator, that was too young, but in her own heart, she felt that this life had been worthwhile.

She has become open-minded, her mind is clear, no inner demons arise, and her cultivation is unimpeded.

Whether fate brought her here for Fu Xun or Fu Xun came here for her, their hearts were the same.

No regrets in this life.

Time flows like water, silently running deep.

Leng Huan's cultivation level rose from the mid-stage of the Integration Realm to the peak, then to the late stage, peak, and finally the Great Perfection Realm, with the Great Ascension Tribulation arriving in due course.

A thousand years have passed in an instant, and her path of no regrets has been completed.

"I have let go of everything, whether it was in my past or present life."

"Whether mortal or cultivator, I have lived."

"No matter where my loved ones are, I cherish their memory without regret."

"I have done everything I could, and I have no regrets, regarding both the child and Fu Xun."

The Misty Immortal Sect, a secluded side peak, houses the Tribulation Transcending Array.

A fairy in white robes stood beneath rolling thunderclouds, sword in her delicate hand, facing the great tribulation of thunder.

The thunderous roar could not sway her in the slightest.

Without regrets, there is no fear.

Come here, Heavenly Dao, what do you want from me?

The Tribulation Peak is a special peak with a large array set up specifically for tribulation. It serves three purposes: first, to protect the surrounding environment from the lightning tribulation; second, to assist cultivators in their tribulation; and third, to protect the disciples on the outer perimeter.

OMG!

We haven't seen a Mahayana thunder tribulation for hundreds of years. What a rare opportunity this is!

Outside the safe distance, the disciples were packed together in dense crowds. Those who were closest arrived first and secured the best view.

"My God, I'm so excited! Senior Brother, I heard that this is the youngest sect-protecting elder of the Misty Immortal Sect! He's simply a towering figure that we can only look up to!"

"Yes, Junior Brother, you may not know this... Elder Leng has been in seclusion for less than a year, and he is about to undergo the Great Ascension Tribulation!"

"Yes, what monstrous talent! He's actually crossed two minor realms!"

"You all don't know, Elder Leng and the Sect Master both possess special physiques, they are a match made in heaven... They are the glory that the disciples admire..."

The onlookers were so excited they could hardly contain themselves, and the senior disciples would patiently explain to the new disciples the legends of the Misty Immortal Sect over the past few decades.

As they spoke, the first Great Ascension Purple-Gold Lightning Tribulation descended. Unaware that he had become a legend, Leng Huan calmly formed hand seals to disperse the first, slightly milder, lightning tribulation.

Taking the opportunity to refine a wisp of lightning tribulation to temper his body, he discovered that this lightning tribulation was strange, like a scraping massage.

She calmly looked up at the rolling, brewing lightning. "Well, Heaven, you've finally shown your true colors!"

"I'd like more of this kind of scraping massage," Leng Huan thought to herself. Heaven had finally forced her to this point. Once she reached the Great Ascension stage, Long Aotian would be safe and sound.

Fine, even so, she remains fearless and unwavering; her heart will never change.

As if the heavens had truly heard her heart's voice, the lightning tribulation grew darker and darker as it progressed, with the purple light intensifying and the golden light diminishing, one strike after another, treating her like a Japanese soldier.

but……

Believe it or not, after doing it so many times, you get numb to it, and you get used to scraping.

She seemed to be in the same boat, but to outsiders, Leng Huan appeared to be covered in wounds, which would heal and then reopen, in a never-ending cycle, until the ninth day when the lightning tribulation had turned dark purple and black, looking as if it was about to kill her.

Fu Xun stood silently outside the great formation, waiting. Strangely, he had unwavering confidence in Leng Huan.

It was as if he himself would perish, but she would not.

She was free from inner demons, and as the story progressed, her cultivation level even surpassed his own.

The great formation could isolate power, but not loud noise. Jiang Ruoyu stood at the edge, his brows furrowed.

The momentum seemed to be about to destroy the entire Tribulation Crossing Peak. The disciples nervously watched the center of the great formation in the distance, where the white-robed figure appeared to be tattered and stained with blood.

Suddenly, the world brightened, and a huge golden pillar of light pierced through the clouds, shining on Leng Huan. The spiritual energy instantly spread over several miles.

This is the spiritual essence of a great cultivator undergoing tribulation, which pervades all things.

A brand-new white robe, a person restored to normal, until the spiritual energy disappeared, and Leng Huan's figure gradually faded away.

Some of the onlookers with good comprehension were struck by sudden enlightenment, but Fu Xun had already disappeared.

Leng Huan felt the immense power contained within his physical body; it was no exaggeration to say that he could turn the world upside down with a flick of his wrist.

As the blue light fell, Leng Huan stood before the steps of the Ink Cliff. Through the layers of mountains, her vision was unobstructed, and she saw a figure in the distance.

"Congratulations, my dear Daoist partner." Leng Huan instantly disappeared beside him, but Fu Xun knew she had come. He broke off a spirit peach blossom and handed it to the empty space.

"How did you sense my presence now?" After she materialized, she took the beautiful flower branch and looked at the person she hadn't seen for some time.

Fu Xun smiled mysteriously but did not answer. Instead, he embraced her and flew up to the ancient pine tree. The two sat on the tree and watched the sea of ​​clouds churning.

How long did it take you to break through?

The two stayed quietly, chatting about their recent situations, something they always did after each of their seclusion sessions.

Find a secluded place, do nothing, just to make up for the lost connection between the two of you, a connection separated by time.

"It took about thirty or forty years. After that, I spent some time studying those lag-inducing manuals, and my Taiyin Xuan Scroll was finally completed."

Leng Huan liked to lean against him like this, with the sunlight bathing them, warm and intense.

Fu Xun liked to hold her like this; when his mind was at peace, it felt as if he could spend thousands of years with her.

Her voice was in my ears, and the scent of her hair filled my nostrils.

"Unexpectedly, I didn't expect you to have made such a leap to Mahayana Buddhism."

"I didn't expect it to go so smoothly. It's a mysterious feeling that I've achieved my goal without regret, and everything has fallen into place naturally..."

Da Dao Fu Xun also had no regrets, but unlike Leng Huan, he had fear.

Fear breeds inner demons, but he doesn't know exactly what he fears.

It's a vague feeling, like there's always a sense of unease or worry.

He glanced at the horizon without making it obvious what it was.

"By the way, how is the Xiao family? Is the mainland stable?"

"Representatives from various sects and enlightened individuals from the academy jointly annihilated the Xiao clan, eradicated over a thousand strongholds of the demonic sect, and split the Divine Dynasty into four small kingdoms. Most of the Xiao clan members were killed, with only those with high cultivation levels managing to escape and fall into the demonic sect."

"It seems everything is alright. So, have Yun Du and the others returned?"

"No. Although the Xiao clan has been eliminated, the Divine Dynasty is divided and in chaos. The disciples are still training abroad. I received a message from them saying that they went to the Western Capital. It's called the Western Lin Kingdom now. The Tower Spirit is with them. Nothing's wrong."

"The Divine Dynasty was once vast, but now it's divided into four, and chaos reigns everywhere. This must be the Demonic Sect's aim." After a moment of silence, Leng Huan continued, "I have a vague feeling that the Demonic Race is about to revive..."

Fu Xun paused slightly, looked up at the sky, and slowly said, "I have already sent messages to several major sects, reminding them to prepare."

Leng Huan smiled and tilted her head to kiss his neck.

This person's keen insight has never disappointed her.

Fu Xun immediately nuzzled her cheek with his chin, everything was understood without words.

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