What! The Wives in My Dreams Are Real?

Outside Qingyun Sect, nearly a thousand cultivators gathered in a crowd, clamoring to get inside to see the legendary place of ascension.

The reason was simple.

Rumor had it that in recent months, three people had successively ascended from Qingyun Sect's Wuzhi Peak.

Such an unusually high frequency turned the place into a pilgrimage site for cultivators across the Central Continent and even the entire cultivation world.

For tens of thousands of years, no ascensions had occurred.

But now, not only had the norm been broken, multiple ascensions had happened.

There had to be something wrong—this was definitely suspicious.

So many cultivators came hoping to see what made the place special.

Maybe they could even absorb some residual immortal energy.

Of course, a small portion thought this was Qingyun Sect's fabrication.

They all dropped their tasks, determined to expose the "fraud."

But Qingyun Sect was one of the five sacred grounds of Central Continent.

Whether true or false, how could a mere lone cultivator decide to expose or not?

What of the sect's reputation?

When these people were all blocked at the sect's outskirts,

their arrogance only grew.

They firmly believed Qingyun Sect was just putting on a show to hype things up.

If not, why forbid them from seeing the place of ascension?

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Hearing this, the Qingyun Sect disciples laughed in disbelief.

Did they really think ascension was child's play?

You say ascend, and you ascend?

Before they could finish,

a dazzling light appeared atop Wuzhi Peak.

A gigantic sword silhouette shot straight into the clouds, instantly cleaving open a thousand li of cloud cover and revealing clear blue sky.

Dreamlike rays of sunlight poured down.

In the sky, a massive Heavenly Gate faintly appeared.

An overwhelmingly mighty aura suddenly swept across the land.

All Qingyun Sect disciples teared up with excitement.

What a blessing, truly a blessing.

Who was it? To ascend just like that without any notice—it was astonishing.

One Qingyun disciple pointed toward Wuzhi Peak and shouted, "Look, we really ascend just like that!"

The originally skeptical cultivators were instantly silenced.

The crowd that came seeking the miracle immediately knelt down on the spot in worship.

After tens of thousands of years, someone had truly ascended again in the cultivation world.

This shattered the legend that the path to transcendence was severed.

Cultivators could really ascend now!

Some even broke down crying on the spot,

pleading to join Qingyun Sect.

If denied, they vowed to die right there.

Perhaps in their hearts, Qingyun Sect was the true land of revival.

Otherwise, how could so many ascenders appear in such a short time?

Qingyun Sect members were quite helpless about this.

Honestly, they really wanted to ascend too.

Atop Wuzhi Peak,

rays of light shone upon Lin Miaoxue.

Once hailed as the strongest demon three ten-thousand-year cycles ago,

she was now finally ascending.

Countless sword shadows darted wildly around her.

Sword intent surged to its peak.

The ladies all waved goodbye to her.

Most eyes held envy and blessings, but only one's gaze was complicated—

Hong Luan.

Strictly speaking,

Hong Luan had risen to fame before Lin Miaoxue.

She had long since reached the peak of the Ascension Realm, just one step from ascension.

Normally, after Bai Miaoling, she should have ascended first.

But during this time,

no matter how Hong Luan secluded herself in cultivation, she could not break through that final step.

She was stuck at the peak of Ascension Realm, unable to advance.

This pained Hong Luan deeply.

Her sister's suffering did not make her happy.

But the sister's success made her grind her teeth.

Why the rush?

Couldn't she wait for the rest of them?

"Everyone, keep working hard.

I'm going to the Heavenly Realm to find my husband.

Wait for me to come back!"

Lin Miaoxue waved farewell to the sisters,

then vanished into the sky.

Su Yao quickly finished painting Lin Miaoxue's portrait.

At least a keepsake remained.

Just as she was about to put down her brush,

a jade hand pressed onto the painting board.

Li Ruowang, dressed in imperial robes, said seriously,

"Paint my portrait in half a month.

I'll ascend then too."

Su Yao blinked in confusion.

What was this, an early reservation?

"Ten days.

I only need ten days.

Su Yao, you can paint my portrait first!"

Zuo Yingchun stood up, extremely firm.

As a reincarnated immortal,

she knew exactly when she would take that final step.

More importantly, she could surpass Li Ruowang, which pleased her greatly.

Li Ruowang's face turned icy cold, glaring fiercely at Zuo Yingchun.

Gritting his teeth, he said, "Nine days, in nine days I ascend!"

Zuo Yingchun raised her head slightly.

"Oh? Did I misremember?

How about eight days? I ascend in eight days!"

"Seven days!"

"Six days!"

"Five days! Just five days!"

Listening to Li Ruowang and Zuo Yingchun bickering,

the ladies felt immense pressure.

Were they really this confident?

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Why did everyone else still feel ascension took a long time?

Especially Hong Luan sighed deeply.

Meanwhile,

in the Heavenly Realm,

Lin Miaoxue had just ascended and arrived at the ruins of an immortal sect.

She looked around in confusion,

her heart filled with curiosity.

Is this what the revered Heavenly Realm looked like?

Unbeknownst to Lin Miaoxue,

in the shadows, a pair of eyes were staring fixedly at her,

slowly moving closer with time.

Just as they were about to approach,

Lin Miaoxue lightly tapped her toes and leapt outward.

A shadow retreated deeper underground.

Elsewhere,

Ye Yu, Bai Xichu, and the others returned to Wuwei Tower.

After hesitating briefly,

Mo Jiuming followed.

Seeing Ye Yu surrounded by the group,

he looked hesitant, wanting to speak but holding back.

Finally, Ye Yu broke the silence.

"Say whatever you want straight out.

Hesitating isn't your style.

Weren't you quite the talker when you were about to die earlier?"

Mo Jiuming's face instantly flushed hot.

Honestly, at that moment, he really intended to use his life to block Shi Zhenxi's attack.

He couldn't help but say more then, but now being reminded face to face,

he truly felt socially mortified.

"Well, let's not mention that again.

What I want to say is—

When Shi Zhenxi died, did you notice a precious pearl nearby?

If so, please hand it over to the Mo family.

The Mo family will reward handsomely."