Slaying the Heavenly Tribulation

"Immortal Venerable, your second self is about to undergo tribulation and ascend. It's time to set that plan in motion."

The speaker was a man dressed in Taoist robes. His face was round, and years of cultivation at the Taoist temple had given his skin a slightly bronzed hue. He bowed solemnly to the old man meditating inside the temple.

The old man sat on a meditation cushion like an ancient statue. He wore a faded Taoist robe, and his face looked as if it had been carved with a knife. His snow-white hair fell loosely over his shoulders, lending him an even more transcendent air.

The old man slowly opened his eyes. His gaze was deep as an abyss, filled with unwavering conviction, as though he were looking toward a distant hope, or perhaps anticipating what was about to come with boundless expectation.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.