The morning of Meng Bai's breakthrough arrived with surprising serenity.
The skies above the Green Lotus Temple were unusually clear, as if nature itself had paused to watch.
Monk Hushu had cordoned off the central courtyard for the occasion, erecting several protective formations in case the tribulation grew unstable. Several monks and even elders stood at a distance, their expressions composed but eyes alert.
Meng Bai sat cross-legged on the Tribulation Attenuation Platform, his breathing steady, his mind calm. His black and blue robes fluttered lightly with the breeze, and behind him, his spear was planted upright like a silent sentinel.
Lin Mu stood nearby, arms crossed, observing with a thoughtful expression.
"He's ready," he said.
Monk Hushu nodded. "Let's begin."
A faint pulse of energy rippled from Meng Bai's dantian as he started circulating his cultivation technique. Slowly, the core within him began to vibrate, glowing with golden light.
