Ruo Xuan's ascension day was marked by a torrential downpour.
Xuanyuan Que held her hand as they appeared atop the summit of the mountains.
Misty rain filled the space between heaven and earth, obscuring the surroundings.
A halo of light surrounded them, preventing even a single raindrop from falling on them.
Ruo Xuan felt a bit panicked, "Xuanyuan brother, I've heard that a single bolt of heavenly lightning has the power to shake the earth, is that true? What was it like when you ascended and that lightning struck down?"
To become a High Immortal, one must endure nine heavenly lightning strikes. She wouldn't be turned to ash, would she?
Xuanyuan Que, holding her hand, said indifferently, "Didn't feel much."
He looked at her, "Scared?"
Ruo Xuan, "Not scared! You faced thirty-six heavenly lightning bolts and ascended directly to Upper God at a thousand years old. You weren't afraid, so why should I be afraid of a mere nine bolts of lightning for ascending to High Immortal?"
