(PS: The Witch arc ends here, tomorrow begins the journey of the Great Tang Empress!)

"Yang Tian, I love you, but I must undergo the thunder trials. I'll wait for you in the Immortal Realm."

A simple line, yet it reveals the Witch's determined decision, mingled with hesitation and reluctance.

But that single line pierced Yang Tian's heart.

He ran out of the hotel.

Utilizing his Divine Sense, he searched around but could no longer feel the Witch's presence.

For a moment, Yang Tian's face was filled with disappointment.

Would there be another chance to reunite with the Witch after this farewell?

The Witch had cultivated both the Divine Technique and Demonic Technique, and she could definitely ascend to immortality. After that, they would belong to two separate worlds, walled off from each other.

It seemed this might truly be a final farewell.

Yang Tian came to the Dark Land mainly to find Wang Lingzhan.

Now that Wang Lingzhan was found, Yang Tian had lost something very important— the Witch.

Throughout the journey, the Witch tried multiple times to kill Yang Tian.

Yet, one of her soul fragments had fallen in love with Yang Tian.

And this slight affection deeply took root and thrived in the Witch's heart.

This is fate.

But now, even this thread of fate must come to an end.

The Witch was about to ascend to immortality; it would be unlikely to see her again...

"Big brother, why are you standing here? We're going back to the East Sea. By the way, where's the Witch? Why is she gone?"

Wang Yue's crisp voice sounded.

"The Witch has left, let's go back."

Yang Tian said plainly.

That noon, Yang Tian and the others boarded a plane with dozens of foxes, flying straight to the East Sea.

By the time they returned to the East Sea, it was already night.

Throughout the journey, Wang Ying felt a lot better since the Witch was no longer around. She patted her abdomen where her child was and spontaneously settled the dozens of foxes.

For the following period, Yang Tian was secluded in training.

Wang Lingzhan also returned to the Wang Family, but he specifically instructed Wang Ying and the other woman not to reveal his identity.

In his free time, Wang Lingzhan would come by to discuss with Yang Tian.

How to restore the Ancient Martial Arts world in the future.

After each discussion, Wang Lingzhan would go out searching for his former subordinates.

Meanwhile, Yang Tian remained in his room, continuously training.

According to the plan, this was the time for Yang Tian to find the second Golden Spirit Guardian.

But Yang Tian showed no sign of action.

Until one day, three months later, when Ling Ying delivered food to Yang Tian, he was already gone, leaving the room empty except for peculiar patterns on the wall.

These patterns were bizarre, hard to comprehend.

Upon seeing these patterns, Wang Ying snorted coldly: "No need to look. That lecher Yang Tian spent three months calculating the time and place of the Witch's thunder trials. He rushed out in such a hurry to meet her! Damn lecher, hopelessly infatuated!"

Hearing this, Ling Ying and Wang Yue finally realized...

On a highland in the inland region of Huaxia.

Everywhere was yellow soil, sparsely populated.

It wasn't clear when, but the place had been enveloped in dark clouds; there was no day, no night.

The dark clouds weighed heavily in the sky, as if ready to strike with a thunderclap at any moment.

This was where the Witch would undergo her thunder trials.

In the distance, a figure flashed by— it was none other than Yang Tian.

He had already calculated that the Witch would come for her trials on the ninth day of the ninth lunar month.

By that time, nine bolts of Celestial Thunder would strike from the sky.

Each bolt could obliterate a Nascent Soul Realm master.

And each subsequent bolt of thunder was even more terrifying.

Only by overcoming the nine bolts could the Witch ascend to immortality and enter the Immortal Realm.

And Yang Tian, to see the Witch one last time, hurried from the East Sea.

Entering this Loess Plateau, everything around was a night of deathly silence.

The temperature was extremely low here.

Only occasionally would lightning in the dark clouds sketch out the mountain contours.

Yang Tian operated his Divine Sense, searching the surroundings.

Soon, Yang Tian sensed a vast aura ahead, and looking closely, it was the Witch.

"Witch..."

Yang Tian called out.

In a flash, he was before the Witch.

The Witch was meditating in mid-air, the breeze gently blowing by, causing her white hair to flutter ethereally.

"Yang Tian, why are you here?"

Seeing Yang Tian, a hint of joy flashed in the Witch's eyes.

"To see you."

Yang Tian landed before the Witch. With a glance, they understood each other, enveloped in silent, heartfelt emotion.

Rumble!

A rumble sounded from the sky.

A bolt of lightning flashed, illuminating the entire dark night sky.

At that moment, the Witch stood up: "The Celestial Thunder is about to start. There are ninefold Thunders, and only by passing through them all can one ascend to immortality. I'll demonstrate for you today, Yang Tian. In the future, you must enter the Immortal Realm the same way!"

With that, the Witch flew upwards.

Yang Tian stood there, gazing intently at the Witch in mid-air.

Rumble!

Another rumble sounded; a bolt of Celestial Thunder tore through the sky and fiercely struck the Witch.

Yang Tian held his breath.

This bolt of thunder contained billions of horsepower, capable of obliterating even terrifying Nascent Soul Realm masters.

Could the Witch withstand it?

As Yang Tian worried, the Witch's silver-bell-like laughter rang out: "Don't worry; these ninefold Thunders can't kill me!"

Boom!

A rumbling sound echoed.

Yang Tian looked up to see the Witch unharmed, gracefully floating like a Celestial Immortal.

"That was too easy..."

Yang Tian had just spoken when another rumble resonated from the sky.

Subsequently, the second bolt of thunder fell.

One after another, the third, fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh, eighth, and ninth bolts of thunder hammered down upon the Witch.

The sky repeatedly erupted with brilliant lightning.

No one knew how long it lasted; it seemed to happen in an instant before the sky calmed down.

At that moment, a holy light emanated from the Witch's body.

Yang Tian looked at her, as if seeing an immortal maiden.

"At this moment, Witch, are you now a celestial maiden in the Immortal Realm? Next, you will ascend and enter the Immortal Realm?"

Yang Tian found the radiance surrounding the Witch too sacred, making it hard to keep his eyes open.

In the sky, the Witch smiled beautifully.

She gently waved, and a divine force lifted Yang Tian. The Witch embraced him, and they shared moments of passion and affection amidst the heavens and earth.

This kiss lasted until the end of time.

This slumber endured through eternity.

This love was as eternal as the promises made to the mountains and seas.

No one knew how long it lasted; only that Yang Tian reached the Western Paradise, while the Witch's clear, silver-bell-like laughter resonated in his ears: "I've implanted a seed of affection in you. From now on, I will wait for you in the Immortal Realm without fail. But if I miss you suddenly, I will also return to the mortal world to find you. Remember, you must think of me..."