Dark clouds loomed.
Rumble!
Thunderbolts continuously struck the figure in white, as pure as snow, standing atop the mountain peak.
Even an existence at the peak of the Integration Realm did not necessarily attract heavenly tribulations, unless they broke the limits of the Integration Realm. And even if a tribulation was drawn, it was not guaranteed to be passed.
However, such a fearsome heavenly tribulation was something Bai Yidie could effortlessly destroy.
This was not her first tribulation. She was born in the Saint Realm. According to her and Yang Feilong's accounts from these past days, she was born with innate cultivation. Although this cultivation was not comparable to some top races in the Three Thousand Great Worlds, it was still quite good among humans, as humans inherently had low talent.
However, over twenty years ago, she lost all her cultivation and became an ordinary person. It was at that time that she began cultivating from the Qi Refining Realm for the first time. Therefore, she spent the most time cultivating in the Qi Refining Realm.
After the Qi Refining Realm, her cultivation progressed with ease. According to her and Yang Feilong's accounts, her current strength was several times greater than it was at the same realm in the past!
Yang Feilong quietly watched his master, Bai Yidie, undergo her tribulation. Unsure how much time had passed, the heavenly tribulation dissipated. A divine aura emanated from Bai Yidie's body, as if she were a saint. The injuries sustained during the tribulation healed in an instant.
According to her master's words, upon reaching the perfection of the Integration Realm and successfully passing the tribulation, one would ascend to the Saint Realm!
The power within the body would also transform into Saint Power.
Soon, Bai Yidie's aura had completely stabilized, and the power within her body had fully transformed into Saint Power.
"Disciple, remember what I said. We will meet again!" Bai Yidie looked at Yang Feilong with reluctance.
"Master, please be careful!" Yang Feilong looked at his master, his eyes reddening. "I will quickly pass my tribulation and come find you!"
"Don't rush it!" Bai Yidie said. A portal of light appeared above her head. This portal looked mystical and unfathomable, exerting an immense gravitational pull that enveloped Bai Yidie. "I'm leaving."
"Goodbye, Master!" Yang Feilong, with teary eyes, loudly confessed, "Master, I like you. I've always liked you."
He had always been afraid to confess before, fearing his master's anger or rejection. But with this parting, he didn't know when he would see her again. He didn't want to be a coward any longer.
A blush appeared on Bai Yidie's face. With reluctance and a smile, she said, "I know, because I like you too. But I cannot give you any promises because I carry a deep-seated hatred. Once I've avenged myself, if you still like me, I will abandon everything and be with you. But for now, I'm sorry. Farewell, Feilong."
After saying this, she gave Yang Feilong a deep look and no longer resisted the pull from the portal.
The next moment, her figure entered the light, and then the portal vanished, as if it had never appeared.
Yang Feilong collapsed to the ground, quietly gazing at the spot where Bai Yidie had disappeared, utterly disheartened.
Master was gone, truly gone. If he wanted to see her again, he would need to pass his tribulation, break through to the Saint Realm, and ascend to the Saint Realm.
"Master didn't tell me about her enemies, but she was a Saint Realm expert back then, and her clansmen were even more powerful. Her enemies must be extraordinary. I'm only at the Void Refining Realm now, not even a match for those in the Integration Realm. Facing the Saint Realm? I'm probably no different from an ant!" Yang Feilong, who had always been arrogant, now felt a sense of powerlessness.
But soon, Yang Feilong's fighting spirit was ignited.
"Master has just broken through to the Saint Realm, and the gap between us isn't that large. As long as I can ascend to the Saint Realm within ten years, Master might not have left the Di Sha Saint Realm to seek revenge yet!" Yang Feilong's eyes flickered. "I can't just lie down and do nothing."
"Also, Master said my body's ninth tribulation is long overdue. This is not good and might erupt during future tribulations. I need to guard against this," Yang Feilong mused. "And Master has truly left this time, likely never to return."
It was understandable. Master was a Saint Realm expert back then, but after using a treasure that could break through the spatial barrier of the Saint Realm, she lost all her cultivation and had to re-cultivate. This time, Master would definitely not do that again.
"Master, I will find you as soon as possible. Don't worry!" Yang Feilong took a deep breath, suppressing his emotions.
"At the latest, I must ascend to the Saint Realm within ten years. If possible, I hope to ascend to the Saint Realm before I turn thirty!"
He was not yet twenty-two years old. To reach the level of ascension before thirty meant he had about eight years to reach the perfection of the Integration Realm!
He glanced at the location of the Taoist temple.
Yang Feilong strode into it. Everything inside seemed unchanged, but in reality, significant changes had occurred because its owner was no longer present.
This Taoist temple was actually a treasure, a supreme spiritual artifact. The formations arranged outside were also formation plates that Master had refined when she was in the Saint Realm. She hadn't taken these with her, leaving them as a memento for him.
Whoosh!
Yang Feilong practiced his swordplay in the back mountain, practicing with fierce intensity.
Unsure how much time had passed, with a single sword strike, space itself seemed to be torn apart, and terrifying sword energy filled the sky.
"Sword Sweeps the World, finally complete!" Yang Feilong murmured to himself.
Sword Sweeps the World consisted of four forms: the first, Rainbow Piercing the Sun; the second, Might Shakes the Four Directions; the third, Mountains Collapse and Earth Shatters; and the fourth, Sword Sweeps the World.
The fourth form was the ultimate killing move and the overarching principle, integrating the profound mysteries of all four forms.
Previously, Yang Feilong had been unable to comprehend the fourth form, but now, he had fully grasped Sword Sweeps the World.
Upon successfully cultivating Sword Sweeps the World, past teachings from his master during their time together echoed in Yang Feilong's mind.
"Feilong, the sword technique I will teach you next is called Thirteen Divine Gate Swords. This is a powerful sword technique even within the Saint Realm, and it is the most potent sword technique I possess. It has thirteen swords. Only the first form offers hope of success for those below the Saint Realm. Of course, even if there is hope for those below the Saint Realm, it doesn't guarantee success. I also hope you will have a means of self-preservation when you ascend to the Saint Realm in the future!"
"And the 'Inch Horizon' I taught you before, this movement technique is also a Saint-level movement technique manual. It has seven stages: the first, Footprints on Snow Leaving No Trace; the second, Light as a Swallows; the third, Following Like a Shadow; the fourth, Shrinking the Ground to an Inch; the fifth, Like Reality, Like Illusion; the sixth, Following One's Will; the seventh, Inch Horizon!"
"You have now cultivated to the third stage, which has already exceeded my expectations. Because the third stage can generally only be performed by cultivators in the Void Refining Realm. The fourth stage can be successfully cultivated by those in the Integration Realm. The latter three stages are all Saint-level movement techniques. For example, the fifth stage is very difficult to cultivate successfully below the Saint Realm. However, with your extraordinary talent, there is still a certain hope!"
"......"
Yang Feilong practiced frantically, wanting to forget his master's image through this effort. Otherwise, a mountain seemed to press upon his heart, driving him to madness.