"Congratulations, Sect Leader, on advancing to the Immortal King Realm!"
Above Qingyang Creek.
The voices of Zilan, Nangong Feiyang, and thousands of disciples from the Pill Talisman Sect resonated with delight.
"Mm."
Qin Yang laughed loudly and nodded. Immediately, his gaze shifted toward another large pit in the valley.
At this moment, the pit still flickered with tyrannical purple-gold lightning. Within that lightning, a figure holding a long sword stood straightly in the pit.
The fierce purple-gold lightning penetrated into the figure's body, which then refined and absorbed it.
Sensing the rapidly increasing aura within that figure, Qin Yang's eyes contained a hint of joy. Just now, at the last moment, the Silver Soldier expressed a desire for the Thunder Tribulation's power.
If not for the Silver Soldier bearing half of the Thunder Tribulation's force, Qin Yang might have sustained severe injuries.
