Above the snowy mountains, a gloomy tribulation cloud stretched for a thousand miles, obscuring the sky and sun, shrouding the entire land.
Within the tribulation cloud, bolts of violet lightning roamed and churned, emanating wisps of a world-destroying aura.
Feng Yan stood in the void, clad in a black dress. Her face, one of peerless grace, held a faint trace of weariness.
Fang Cheng and Xia Yue stood leisurely atop a snowy peak below, watching Feng Yan undergo her tribulation.
Fang Cheng had so far passed the Fourth Celestial Tribulation, and this was his first time observing someone else undergo theirs. Feng Yan's Ninth Celestial Tribulation only seemed about two or three times more powerful than his own Fourth Celestial Tribulation.
Based on his understanding of Feng Yan's strength, passing this tribulation should not be difficult for her.
