Dawn swept its golden fingers over the Azure Dragon Sky Sect, mist curling through the pine ridges like breath from the mountains themselves. Within their secluded residence, Haotian sat cross-legged at the courtyard's center, his aura simmering with a fierce vitality that had only grown sharper with each passing week. Scrolls, codices, and sutras lay spread around him in a half-circle, as though he were a sovereign deliberating over the fate of kingdoms.
The trial of combining Flames of the Primordial Sun with the Aqua Serpent Codex had awakened something in him—a truth that cultivation was not about hoarding fragments of elemental power, but about weaving them into harmony. That realization had fueled him with relentless determination. Now he turned his sharpened gaze to the flaws within each elemental scripture, dissecting them as though his golden pupils could pierce through the marrow of creation itself.
The Emerald Canopy Sutra, meant to embody the serenity and resilience of wood, had long been plagued by stagnation in its flow, locking practitioners into rigidity. Haotian rewove its channels with a pattern of spirals rather than lines, mimicking the growth of vines reaching for sunlight.
The Stoneheart Codex of earth was steady but overly heavy, suffocating its bearers under its stability. Haotian threaded resonance into its heart—beats of pulse-like rhythm that echoed the heartbeat of mountains, flexible yet unbreakable.
The Tempest Gale Scripture carried freedom and speed, but wasted chi in wild dispersal. Haotian narrowed its lines, forging a cyclone within the dantian rather than a loose gust—wind sharpened into blades rather than a wandering breeze.
The Heaven's Thunder Codex burned brightly but collapsed under its own volatility, demanding too much at once. Haotian reforged its foundation, allowing thunder to gather patiently, layered like rolling clouds, before striking with precision instead of waste.
The Radiant Dawn Sutra, light itself, was dazzling yet fragile, its energy diffusing outward too quickly. He focused its brilliance inward first, condensing radiance until it birthed miniature suns that could then be released in blinding arcs.
And lastly, though he and Lianhua lacked affinity for darkness, Haotian would not leave the Ebon Night Codex untended. Its flaw was an imbalance between concealment and corrosion. He rewrote its core to flow like the Whispering Abyss itself—silent, veiled, consuming not with reckless hunger but with patient inevitability.
Weeks passed in cycles of sweat, ink, and resonance. Haotian burned incense through long nights, his shadow spilling across parchment and stone. Beside him, Lianhua delved into the deeper mysteries of Void and Time. Her progress was no less astonishing—she had crossed into a major success with both, learning to stretch moments into eternity or collapse hours into a heartbeat. Sometimes he would look up from his scripts to find her quietly watching him, violet eyes glowing faintly, her presence anchoring him in ways no scripture ever could.
At last, the corrections were complete.
The two of them stood in the courtyard at dawn once more, seven perfected cultivation methods arrayed before them. Haotian's expression was calm, but a current of excitement rippled in his aura. "We don't need to cultivate them one by one," he said, voice low, yet steady with conviction. "If we choose carefully… opposing elements may resonate. Fire with water, wood with metal, earth with wind, light with shadow. Each pair can temper the other."
Lianhua bit her lip, brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear. Her cheeks held a faint blush as she nodded. She understood his meaning perfectly. Dual cultivation had already deepened their resonance beyond ordinary boundaries. If they chose this path—if they combined all these opposing methods during their union—then their progress might eclipse the heavens themselves.
But her heart whispered another thought: Does that mean… we will be cultivating like this… all day?
Her blush deepened, and she ducked her head quickly so he would not see the fleeting spark of heat in her expression. Yet she did not refuse. She only nodded again, firmly this time, violet eyes shining with unspoken trust.
Haotian smiled faintly. The journey of cultivation was no longer just about reaching the peak—it was about weaving destinies together.
The mountain air shimmered with qi, carrying the scent of pine and dew as dawn stretched gold across the peaks. Haotian and Lianhua stood within their secluded training ground, the stone terrace etched with ancient runes glowing faintly beneath their feet. This morning would not be one of routine cycles. Today, they would test the corrected elemental scriptures Haotian had refined—each one cleansed of fatal flaws, each one waiting to be awakened in their bodies.
They did not rush. As with their dual cultivation, the beginning was deliberate, a breath shared between them before the storm.
Haotian's chest rose. "We'll start simple—Earth and Wind. If the corrections hold, Stoneheart and Tempest Gale should no longer clash when fused."
Lianhua nodded, tying her hair into a high knot, her eyes burning bright with curiosity. "Then let's dance."
Their palms touched, and qi surged.
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Stoneheart Codex vs. Tempest Gale Scripture
Haotian's aura deepened, his skin tightening with the weight of stone, a grounded resilience that made the terrace beneath him crack. Opposite him, Lianhua's qi surged upward, her robes snapping with invisible currents as wind coiled about her legs like serpents.
The clash was immediate. He rooted into the ground, she lifted into the air. For an instant, friction threatened to tear them apart—but Haotian's corrections manifested. The resonance shifted. Stone no longer resisted gale, but gave it anchor.
They moved as one—he lunged forward with crushing palms, she circled like a whirlwind, her strikes guided by the steady gravity of his stance. Together, they became the storm: rooted thunder that struck and spun. When they clashed midair, the qi between them pulsed in harmony, a rhythm like heartbeat against heartbeat.
They fell laughing into each other's arms.
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Emerald Canopy Sutra vs. Heaven's Thunder Codex
The next trial ignited in sparks and growth.
Haotian pressed his hand against the terrace, summoning a surge of green qi. Vines and roots erupted upward, coiling like serpents, their emerald leaves glowing. Lianhua lifted her sword, channeling crackling arcs of thunder along its edge until the air smelled of ozone.
The flaw in the old sutras had been lethal—wood devoured by uncontrolled lightning. But Haotian's adjustments had taught wood to flow with lightning's course.
The first strike proved it. Her blade lashed down, thunder racing into the vines. Instead of burning, the qi flowed through them like veins, glowing brighter as the storm gave them strength. The terrace became a living battlefield: roots lashing in tandem with Lianhua's arcs, lightning chasing vines across the ground like living rivers of energy.
Haotian struck low, roots coiling to ensnare her, but she leapt, riding a pillar of lightning that split the sky. She fell toward him, their clash exploding in a chorus of thunder and rustling leaves.
When the energy cleared, he had her caught against his chest, roots curling protectively around them both. They met eyes—breathless, exhilarated—and for a moment, forgot they were testing scripture.
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Aqua Serpent Codex vs. Stoneheart Codex
Water and earth, a pairing tested many times in the past, but now refined to perfection.
Haotian anchored himself in Stoneheart, muscles dense as mountain, while Lianhua flowed into Aqua Serpent. Her movements rippled, her strikes soft yet relentless, like tides eroding stone. The corrected resonance turned what was once imbalance into fluid stability.
Every strike she landed spread across his guard like water over rock, and every counter he made surged her currents higher, redirecting her flow. The terrace became a stage of ebb and surge, his power the shore, hers the tide. When he pushed too hard, she softened; when she weakened, he braced.
Sweat and laughter mingled as the spar became dance. Their steps blurred, not just cultivation but intimacy: his breath at her ear, her palms gliding against his chest to redirect his force. By the end, neither won, but both collapsed in the cool spray of their mingled qi, their lips brushing in a kiss that carried the taste of dew and stone.
Emerald Canopy Sutra vs. Tempest Gale Scripture
The final test was the wildest.
Wood and wind, resonance in its purest form. Haotian's qi erupted in sprawling branches that tore through the terrace floor, forming a living canopy. Lianhua's wind swept into them, filling leaves with speed, bending trunks into whips of storm.
The battlefield was no longer theirs alone—it was a forest in flight. Roots danced in cyclones, leaves scattered like blades, vines lashed as though riding the gale.
Haotian roared, his body surging through the wooden phantoms, striking with crushing fists as trunks bent with his power. Lianhua answered with laughter, spinning above him in a spiral of wind, sword flashing like lightning through green canopy.
When their qi climaxed, the two forces braided—branches riding gales, gales carrying branches. The harmony was so fierce it lifted them both into the air, suspended in their own storm, faces only inches apart.
They stayed there, suspended in resonance, hearts pounding. The storm softened around them, leaves glowing like lanterns in the dusk.
Her hand slid into his. "The corrections worked."
He smiled, lips brushing hers. "Then our path is clear."
Two months bled away as smoothly as drifting clouds, but for Haotian and Lianhua, each day was a storm of fire and water, wind and stone, thunder and wood. From the quiet shelter of their residence to the wider sect training fields, they carved themselves into legends in the making.
The Flames of the Primordial Sun had long since ceased to burn alone. When merged with the Aqua Serpent Codex, the fire licked like molten rivers under Lianhua's gentle control, becoming steam-forged spears of force. When their dual cultivation added the Thunderclap Manual to the flow, arcs of crackling current webbed across Haotian's palm and snapped against her sword as though their bodies had become conduits of storm. Earth and wood, wind and flame—each resonance tempered their cores until their balance was seamless, save for the elusive Light and Shadow which resisted their grasp. Still, they no longer cultivated elements in isolation. They had mastered the rhythm of merging them, body to body, breath to breath. Their training hall often swelled with mist, crackling winds, or burning resonance—but no one outside ever knew, thanks to the perfected Soundless Formation.
In those weeks, their martial foundations also deepened. Haotian's steps grew swifter and sharper with the Cloud-Sundering Steps, until his movements scattered like torn mist across the sparring ground. His weapon work evolved as well: unwilling to bind himself to the sword alone, he rewrote the Voidpierce Sword Sutra into a spear art, molding its void-rending thrusts into seamless extensions of his Fenglong Spear. What had once been cutting slashes now surged forward as annihilating lunges—spearhead tearing ripples through space itself.
Yet despite his progress, something unexpected stirred in their sparring.
On this morning, the training field rang with the shrill whistle of spear against sword. Haotian's Fenglong Spear shimmered with faint ripples of void energy, thrusting in arcs that split the air with sharp cracks. Lianhua, however, stood unshaken. Her blade danced like liquid light, riding currents of water chi from the Aqua Serpent Codex, laced with the swiftness of the Cloud-Sundering Steps. Every thrust he sent was bent aside, redirected like a river curving around a boulder.
Sparks cascaded as steel met steel again and again.
Haotian pivoted, spear carving a voidline thrust that split a boulder behind her even as she slipped past it with a serpent-like twirl, her sword tapping his shaft aside with a flowing grace. Her expression was alight, sweat glimmering across her brow—not with strain, but exhilaration.
"Again," Haotian growled, his golden eyes narrowing, refusing to yield.
Lianhua smiled, almost impish, before stepping in with a sudden surge. Her sword blurred into a flood of mirrored arcs, breaking through his guard and driving him back several paces. Her blade stopped short of his chest, humming with coiled energy.
"You're getting reckless, Haotian," she teased, chest heaving with quickened breath. "That last thrust would have torn through me if you didn't control it. But it's not enough if your spear only lunges forward. Rivers bend. Serpents coil. Void alone can't catch me."
Haotian's lips twitched, part in frustration, part in admiration. He hadn't expected her adaptability to outpace his own rewriting of the void arts. In that moment, he realized that while his path was one of breaking through, hers had already begun to master the art of flowing around and over.
The disciples who occasionally passed by to watch from afar whispered in astonishment, their eyes fixed not only on Haotian's spear tearing voidlines but also on Lianhua's uncanny ability to tame and redirect him.
For once, Haotian was not the unshakable pillar in their sparring.
The balance between them had shifted.
And perhaps, in that shift, the first glimpse of their true partnership—the perfect union of sun and serpent, void and river—revealed itself.
The clang of steel and the whip of air split the training courtyard as Haotian's spear lunged forward with a streak of thunder. The Fenglong Spear vibrated in his grip, lightning essence crackling along its shaft as he executed the altered Voidpierce Spear Sutra—a thrust so fast it cut faint ripples into the surrounding space. But Lianhua moved like a dream. Her steps blurred into drifting clouds, weightless yet unyielding, as the perfected Cloud-Sundering Steps lifted her above the arc of his strike. A gleam of silver trailed from her blade, the Radiant Dawn Sutra's light-infused resonance bursting from her sword like a sunbeam slashing down.
Steel kissed steel. Sparks erupted between them. Haotian staggered back from the impact, his spear's shaft trembling under the press of her glowing sword. He gritted his teeth—her advantage was real. Though his strikes carried ferocity, Lianhua's seamless balance between grace and power pressed him into retreat.
"Too slow, husband," she teased, her eyes alight with laughter.
Haotian chuckled, twisting the spear and forcing her back just enough to break the bind. "You've grown sharper than me."
Their exchange burned with martial resonance—spear and sword weaving a tapestry of thunder and light. Yet beneath each clash was a subtle undertone, their dual cultivation synergy making their movements flow as though they were one. Every time his spear struck, her blade seemed already there, waiting. Every time her light burned bright, his thunder swelled to meet it. And in the silence between strikes, their gazes lingered longer than combat demanded.
Finally, their blades froze at each other's throats—her sword angled at his neck, his spear poised at her chest. For the first time, she smiled knowingly. "Victory."
He sighed, lowering the Fenglong Spear. "This time."
The courtyard echoed with their laughter. But before their spar could resume, a sharp bell tolled across the sect. The sound reverberated through stone and sky, its deep chime carrying an air of solemnity and anticipation.
The two straightened, recognizing its meaning immediately. A sect-wide summons.
Together, they returned to the library. The fragrance of aged parchment and faint incense greeted them as they stepped inside. Scrolls lay neatly aligned, with several volumes left open from their recent studies. Elder Renshu, as always, was there. The old man's eyes softened at their approach, and with a smile he waved them toward a table.
"Young ones," he said, placing down a tray of steaming buns and tea. "You come so often I wonder if you intend to live among the scrolls themselves."
Haotian bowed slightly. "Knowledge grows dull if not tempered with practice. We were only here to complete the cycle."
"And eat," Lianhua added with a playful glance at the tray.
Renshu chuckled, shaking his head. "Eat, practice, cultivate, repeat. It seems the two of you know no other life." Still, there was pride in his gaze as he turned to leave them with their food.
Lianhua sat cross-legged, her sword resting beside her. She drew a deep breath, and soon her body shimmered. Light streams rose from her skin like radiant ribbons, spiraling upward in calm brilliance. She had been tirelessly cultivating the Radiant Dawn Sutra, and now her entire body pulsed with luminous vitality.
Haotian watched her for a moment, then turned to a stack of alchemy texts he had requested. Having devoured every forging manual the sect offered, his attention had shifted to pill refining. His eyes flicked across diagrams of cauldrons, herbs, and meridian charts, his mind already weaving theories. If forging steel tempers the body… alchemy tempers the spirit.
Their quiet rhythm filled the library: the hum of light spirals, the rustle of turning pages, the aroma of buns cooling between them.
Then, the air shivered.
The glow stones above dimmed as a sect-wide formation activated, projecting a shimmering golden scroll midair. The voice of the Sect Master resonated through the chamber, strong and commanding.
"Disciples of Azure Dragon Sky Sect—heed my words!"
The light spirals around Lianhua stilled. Haotian looked up, eyes narrowing.
"The time has come for the Ascendant River Trial. In two weeks, the river shall open once more. Each disciple who dares may enter. Within its currents lie trials of endurance, enlightenment, and fate itself. Those who succeed shall carve their names into the flowing jade of the sect's legacy."
The projection flared brighter, illuminating the shelves, the scrolls, their faces.
"Prepare yourselves. For the river does not test with kindness."
The golden scroll shattered into motes of light, fading into silence.
Lianhua slowly lowered her hands, the glow fading from her skin. Her lips curved upward in determination. "The Ascendant River Trial…"
Haotian exhaled softly, fingers brushing against the spine of the alchemy text. His eyes sharpened. "Then this… will be our true proving ground."
The duel between Haotian and Lianhua broke apart as a low, resonant toll echoed across the Azure Dragon Sky Sect. One bell… then a second… then three in steady rhythm. Every disciple knew the meaning—sect-wide summons. The courtyard emptied in waves as cultivators abandoned their sparring fields, meditation groves, and study halls.
Haotian lowered his spear, chest still heaving from the last exchange. Lianhua, cheeks flushed and hair plastered with sweat, withdrew her blade and gave him a quick, knowing smile. Neither spoke. The bells demanded their presence.
They moved together toward the Grand Assembly Plaza, where thousands of disciples had already gathered. Elder banners whipped in the high winds, and the sky shimmered with talismanic veils as the sect's core formation masters layered protections. At the highest dais, the Sect Master stood, robes like rippling clouds, voice carrying across the mountains.
"Disciples of the Azure Dragon Sky Sect—four days from now, the Ascendant River Trial shall begin."
A hush swept through the plaza, broken only by the distant rush of the river itself. The Sect Master's gaze swept across the gathered crowd. "The river awakens once every fifty years, and those who enter its current will either be drowned in their weakness or ascend in brilliance. You will face its torrents not only with body and spirit, but also with comprehension. Heaven will not coddle you. Those who endure shall be marked by destiny itself."
The announcement rolled over them like thunder. Some disciples clenched their fists in resolve. Others swallowed hard, caught between fear and anticipation. Haotian's dragon-gold eyes flickered with fire. Lianhua straightened her back, light still resonating faintly across her skin.
After the gathering broke, whispers rippled everywhere—theories of the trial, strategies, rumors of past disciples who perished, or those who rose as legends. Haotian and Lianhua, however, kept silent, walking side by side toward their residence, each carrying the weight of expectation.
The next morning, when the sect settled again into its rhythm, they made their way to the library. The halls smelled faintly of ink, dust, and sandalwood. Scroll racks towered like ancient cliffs. Elder Renshu, as always, greeted them warmly. "So, the two young dragons return again. Come—if you linger too long, I'll have supper brought for you both." His smile was half-tease, half-kindness.
Haotian bowed respectfully before splitting off to research alchemy and pill refining, his gaze sweeping across the shelves until his fingers traced over treatises on spiritual flames and cauldron control. He had already devoured every scroll on forging—now he sought a new mastery.
Lianhua, on the other side of the chamber, sat cross-legged upon a lotus mat. The Radiant Dawn Sutra glowed from her open scroll, her body wrapped in luminous streams of light that spiraled like dawn breaking over the horizon. In that glow, her presence seemed untouchable—yet her eyes would occasionally drift toward Haotian with quiet, unspoken warmth.
The library was silent save for the rustle of pages, the faint hum of Lianhua's cultivation, and the steady heartbeat of anticipation. The Ascendant River awaited them both.
The next morning, the library was unusually noisy. Haotian sat cross-legged among stacks of alchemy scrolls, his golden eyes scanning a recipe that had been tucked away in the margins of an obscure text:
"A Tempering Solution of Nine-Herb Infusion: Body-strengthening essence that nourishes meridians while simultaneously allowing qi absorption during rest."
His brow furrowed in thought. "Body tempering… and cultivation at the same time? Hmph, flawed circulation paths again. But if I redirect the absorption flow through water-element spirals… it might actually work."
He scribbled notes furiously, adjusting proportions until the margins filled with formulas. At last, he leaned back and muttered, "This… is basically a bath."
Across the room, Lianhua looked up from her glowing Radiant Dawn Sutra, eyes immediately brightening. "A bath? A cultivating bath?"
Haotian coughed, already knowing where this was going. "…Yes. In theory, soaking in the solution could temper the body, open pores for chi circulation, and stabilize meridians."
Lianhua set her scroll aside so fast it nearly fluttered shut. Her eyes gleamed with childlike excitement. "Then we need a bath house! A proper one! Right now!"
By the next day, confusion rippled through the sect. Word spread quickly that the Zhenlong couple had spent an exorbitant contribution fee to order an entire luxurious bathhouse extension inside their residence.
Disciples whispered as construction arrays lit up their compound:
"A bathhouse? Why in the heavens would they need that for training?"
"Maybe… it's a secret water-based cultivation array?"
"…No, no. Think about it. Together. In a bath. For days."
"!!!"
Even some elders exchanged glances, uncertain whether to laugh or frown.
Inside the newly finished bathhouse, marble tiles gleamed. Hot spring formations steamed softly, perfumed with medicinal qi. Lianhua practically skipped into the chamber, tugging Haotian by the sleeve.
"Well? Make the solution already!" she demanded, eyes sparkling with mischief and anticipation.
Haotian sighed but couldn't help smiling at her eagerness. With practiced precision, he sprinkled powdered jade-ginseng, crushed dragonleaf, and three drops of Azure Lotus nectar into the steaming pool. The bathwater shimmered, glowing faint blue, as a faint hum of qi pulsed outward.
"Done," he said simply. "This will temper the body while circulating chi in harmony with water essence."
Lianhua's robe slipped from her shoulder as she dipped a hand into the shimmering bath. The warmth spread instantly, filling her meridians with comfort. She looked back at him, cheeks faintly red, but her grin wide. "Then let's dual cultivate here too. Just think—body tempering and elemental resonance while we soak."
Haotian chuckled. "We'll prove whether this method is genius… or ridiculous."
That evening, the bathhouse lights glowed faintly from behind sealed formations. Outside, disciples gathered in hushed gossip, staring at the mist curling over the roof.
"Steam… and light… what are they doing in there?"
"They spent millions of points on this—don't tell me it's just… bathing?"
"No, no, impossible. It must be some… secret dual-element formation!"
"…Or they just really like baths."
None dared approach closer. The sect could only guess what truly happened behind those marble walls as the couple laughed, splashed, and began a new chapter of cultivation in the most unorthodox way yet.
The bathhouse glowed softly under the moonlight, mist rising in spirals that shimmered with elemental qi. Within, the Bath of Heaven and Earth Essence pulsed with currents of medicinal light, circulating through water, flame, thunder, and wind.
Haotian leaned against the smooth jade wall, chest rising and falling steadily. Across him, Lianhua straddled his lap, her cheek resting against his bare chest, arms draped lazily around his shoulders. The room was quiet except for the faint hum of circulating chi.
Their dual cultivation had long since ended, yet its resonance lingered. Elemental chi spiraled through their meridians, intertwining fire and water, wood and wind, thunder and stone, harmonizing in a rhythm that pulsed with life itself. Their bodies, submerged in the luminous water, absorbed the tempering essence with ease, flesh and bone resonating with every flicker of light.
Neither moved. Neither needed to. The warmth of the water and the closeness of each other were enough.
Lianhua's breath came slow and steady, her violet eyes half-lidded, glowing faintly in the dark. "We've reached late-stage success with nearly every scripture now… and all while soaking," she whispered with a small, tired smile.
Haotian chuckled softly, brushing a damp strand of hair from her face. "Perhaps they'll call us pioneers of Bath Dao after this."
She giggled against his chest, then quieted, her body melting deeper into his embrace. For a long while, they simply rested, letting their bodies be tempered by essence and their souls tempered by one another.
Outside, the fortified formations thrummed quietly, impenetrable. No disciple, elder, or curious spy could hear or see what transpired within. The truth of their cultivation remained theirs alone.
By dawn, the formations fell still. The doors of the bathhouse opened, and Haotian and Lianhua stepped out together, robes gleaming, eyes clear, bodies rejuvenated as though they had been reforged overnight. Their steps carried calm confidence as they joined the procession of disciples moving toward the trial grounds.
Whispers rippled through the crowd:
"Look at them—glowing like they've been reborn."
"The Bath Dao… it must be real!"
"I wonder if they'll use it against the river currents…"
Elder Renshu, standing among the supervising elders, sipped his tea and smirked. Bath Dao, is it? Hmph. Perhaps the sect really will write it into the annals if they keep this up.
At the Ascendant River Trial Grounds
The trial site roared with spiritual might. The Ascendant River, wide as a valley and blazing with qi, flowed in dazzling torrents of jade-blue light. Each wave seemed to roar with the voice of heaven, surging endlessly toward the horizon. Disciples lined the banks, some visibly trembling.
Instructions echoed: "Step into the currents. Endure. Comprehend. Those who resist shall rise. Those who falter… will be carried away."
Haotian and Lianhua exchanged a look. He smiled faintly; she returned it with quiet confidence.
But behind them, a few overeager disciples whispered excitedly.
"Quick! Don't resist the water! Just… soak in it like the Zhenlong couple does!"
"Yes! If we sit cross-legged and relax, we'll achieve Bath Dao too!"
They leapt into the river, immediately swept spinning like corks in a storm, sputtering for air as the current pummeled them.
Meanwhile, Haotian stepped calmly into the torrent, his aura flaring, void and flame spiraling around his body in perfect resonance. The river crashed against him like mountains collapsing—yet his stance held steady.
Lianhua followed, Radiant Dawn spiraling around her as she moved with the current, letting it flow along her sword-light like water parting before the sun.
Together, they stood unshaken while dozens around them flailed and were swept away.
From the bank, the watching disciples gasped.
"Bath Dao works!"
"Look, look—they're literally soaking in the river currents!"
"Incredible! The Bath of Heaven and Earth Essence is invincible!"
Elder Renshu almost choked on his tea. Invincible bath dao… truly, this sect has lost its mind.
And thus, the legend of Bath Dao followed them into the Ascendant River Trial, forever reshaping sect gossip into myth.