Chapter 1677: Ice Wind Jiao and Thunder Phoenix Undergo Tribulation Together

Early the next morning, just as dawn broke, a glorious sun slowly ascended from the horizon where the sea met the sky. Its warm rays pierced through the morning clouds, casting a shimmering ripple of light across the ocean surface.

Sunlight poured over Qinglian Island, as if clothing it in a golden robe.

On a hundred-acre bluestone plaza, hundreds of cultivators from the Wang family had gathered. All were clad in red robes, with a red cauldron embroidered on the left side of their chests, the symbol of an alchemist.

These hundreds of cultivators were all alchemists, most of them first-tier alchemists.

In the center of the bluestone plaza stood a circular platform, over ten zhang wide. A light blue prayer mat lay upon it. The cultivators gazed at the platform, whispering amongst themselves.

A streak of red light sliced through the sky, quickly landing on the circular platform.

As the light receded, a red-robed man with a head full of white hair was revealed. It was Wang Qingqi.

His lifespan was nearing its end. Before his eventual demise, he had done his utmost to teach alchemy to the younger generation. More than half of the hundreds of alchemists present had been personally trained by him.

Wang Qingqi looked at the numerous clan members, a look of satisfaction on his face. To have cultivated so many alchemists for the family, he had no regrets in this life.

"We, your descendants, pay our respects to the Ancestor," hundreds of clan members said in unison, standing up and bowing, their voices echoing across the bluestone plaza.

Wang Qingqi sat down on the light blue prayer mat and said in a deep voice, "Today, we will continue discussing the path of alchemy. Listen carefully, as I will be detailing the methods and precautions for refining Foundation Establishment Pills."

Strictly speaking, he did not need to instruct Qi Refining cultivators on refining Foundation Establishment Pills, as only a very small number of alchemists were capable of refining them.

Wang Qingqi also wanted to use this opportunity to discover talented individuals and find a successor. Wang Changjie's alchemy skills were good, but he merely treated alchemy as a craft. Given Wang Changjie's seniority and aptitude, he could not afford to spend too much time on alchemy. Wang Qingqi could only search for a clan member who was truly dedicated to the path of alchemy, like finding a needle in a haystack. Only then could the Wang family continuously produce high-tier alchemists.

He began to discuss the methods and precautions for refining Foundation Establishment Pills, speaking in great detail.

He lectured for three hours straight, and the hundreds of cultivators listened with rapt attention. Wang Qingqi was the most skilled alchemist in the clan, and it was a rare opportunity to hear him lecture.

"Rumble!" A tremendous clap of thunder sounded, drowning out Wang Qingqi's voice.

Wang Qingqi frowned. Dark clouds gathered in the sky. A tremendous roar like a tsunami erupted, the sea violently churned, raising colossal waves over a hundred zhang high, and fierce winds began to howl.

"What is this?" Wang Qingqi was slightly taken aback. If he remembered correctly, there were no clan members of appropriate age attempting to break through to the Nascent Soul stage.

He hadn't yet figured out what was happening when another tremendous clap of thunder sounded. An even larger dark cloud appeared in another direction, the two clouds separated by a hundred li.

The sea around Qinglian Island violently churned, raising monstrous waves. The fierce winds raged, causing the Wang family cultivators flying on their spiritual artifacts to sway precariously, nearly falling from the sky.

The changes in the world's spiritual energy caught Wang Qingshan's attention.

Wang Qingshan rushed out of his residence immediately, staring solemnly at the two dark clouds high above, completely bewildered.

A resounding dragon's roar echoed, spreading across a good portion of Qinglian Island. Immediately after, a clear and resonant phoenix cry sounded, the dragon's roar and phoenix cry intertwining.

"Ice Wind Flood Dragon! Lightning Phoenix!" Wang Qingshan suddenly realized. So it was them attempting to break through to the fourth-tier! The commotion was truly immense!

He could also understand that the Ice Wind Flood Dragon and Lightning Phoenix were not ordinary spirit beasts. It was not surprising that their breakthrough to the fourth-tier would cause such a large disturbance.

A streak of green spiritual light flew from a distance, landing near Wang Qingshan shortly after. As the light dissipated, Wang Qingling's figure was revealed.

Wang Qingling had cultivated diligently for decades but was still in the early Nascent Soul stage. Advancing further in the Nascent Soul stage was incredibly difficult.

If the Ice Wind Flood Dragon hadn't drawn the lightning tribulation, she wouldn't have been disturbed.

"Tenth Sister, you've emerged from seclusion." Wang Qingshan smiled faintly upon seeing Wang Qingling.

"Little White has drawn the lightning tribulation. I wonder if it can advance to the fourth-tier. By the way," Wang Qingling asked casually, her gaze fixed on a thundercloud high above, "nothing happened during my seclusion, did it?"

Wang Qingshan briefly recounted the invasion of the Sky Ocean Realm. Wang Qingling frowned deeply, surprised that such a significant event had occurred during her seclusion.

"Ninth Uncle and Ninth Aunt went to the Sky Ocean Realm?" Wang Qingling said. "With their divine abilities, they should be fine."

No sooner had Wang Qingling finished speaking than a tremendous clap of thunder roared from high above, and a silver lightning bolt as thick as an adult's arm struck down.

A resounding dragon's roar echoed, and the Ice Wind Flood Dragon flew out from Bailin Peak, circling restlessly in the sky.

The silver lightning bolt struck its body, but it seemed to merely tickle it; it showed no fear whatsoever.

"This fellow is too mischievous." Wang Qingling frowned, her eyes filled with worry.

On the other side, a thick silver lightning bolt shot out from within the thundercloud, striking downwards.

A phoenix cry that resounded through heaven and earth rang out, and the Lightning Phoenix soared high, flying to the canopy of a towering tree. It spread its wings, and countless silver electrical arcs surged around its body.

The silver lightning bolt struck its body, and it let out shrill phoenix cries, continuously flapping its wings.

"Tenth Sister, what's going on? Is this how all spirit beasts break through to the fourth-tier?" Wang Qingshan was slightly taken aback and asked curiously.

"Not exactly," Wang Qingling said, resting her chin on one hand with a thoughtful expression. "They seem to be cheering each other on, boosting each other's morale. That's quite unusual."

The Ice Wind Flood Dragon was raised by her, and the same went for the Lightning Phoenix. Over time, they had become quite familiar with each other.

A rumbling roar sounded, and the two dark clouds churned violently. Thick silver lightning bolts shot out, striking the Lightning Phoenix and Ice Wind Flood Dragon accurately.

At first, they were still cheering each other on, but the lightning tribulation was no joke. After enduring seven or eight lightning strikes, they settled down.

The Ice Wind Flood Dragon's massive body crashed into a lake, splashing up a large sheet of water.

It exhaled a plume of white cold air, and the lake instantly froze. Countless white cold currents surged from its body, forming a thick ice armor that protected its entire body.

Several silver lightning bolts struck the Ice Wind Flood Dragon's body, and the ice armor shattered abruptly. However, vast amounts of white cold air quickly surged from the Ice Wind Flood Dragon's body, and a thick ice armor reappeared.

Numerous silver electrical arcs surged from the Lightning Phoenix's body, and its wings flapped continuously. Fierce winds arose. Several silver lightning bolts struck its body, charring a dozen or so of its tail feathers, with faint traces of blood visible. Its aura weakened considerably.

The rumbling thunder continued incessantly, the two dark clouds churned violently, and thick silver lightning bolts struck down one after another, creating an astonishing spectacle.

Wang Qingling's face was filled with worry. The Ice Wind Flood Dragon had to rely solely on itself to break through to the fourth-tier. It would either succeed and enter the fourth-tier, or it would die, as the fourth-tier was a significant hurdle for spirit beasts.