At the next moment, the surrounding silence was finally broken. The heaven and earth began to interact, and the sand within a radius of hundreds of miles surged like a boiling ocean, wave after wave of sand rising.
Some waves of sand reached tens of feet high, carrying a destructive momentum and spreading in all directions.
The dried cacti were instantly pulverized into dust under the impact of the sand waves, drifting away in the fierce wind.
At the same time, the originally dark clouds in the sky began to thunder continuously, with huge black lightning bolts occasionally crashing down like giant pythons.
Before long, on the dark clouds directly above Zhou Qing, a strange light began to appear. At first, it was a silver radiance, like the first ray of dawn, piercing through the dark clouds.
As this radiance grew brighter and brighter, it gradually transformed into the phantom of a gigantic silver flower, suspended beneath the cloud layer.
Seeing this scene, Mo Xingjian, who was arranging the array, trembled with excitement. He hurriedly took out a blank Imaging Stone, his eyes filled with eagerness and excitement, wanting to capture this precious moment completely.
"It must be three flowers, three flowers—" Mo Xingjian’s face was flushed as he continuously prayed.
Despite the fierce wind ravaging his body, he didn’t dare to use Spiritual Power to block it, fearing that the slightest external interference might affect Zhou Qing.
According to ancient records, many had failed miserably during the breakthrough to the Nascent Soul and the gathering of the Three Flowers, only able to condense one or two flowers.
Since then, those people fell into deep depression and were unable to achieve success. After all, the difficulty of successfully condensing the final flower was beyond imagination.
Thus, about another hour passed. As Zhou Qing’s breakthrough deepened, the phantom of the second flower began to condense in the clouds.
This one was blue, like the deepest ocean, full of a unique charm. The moment the blue flower appeared, a torrential rain fell from the sky. The raindrops were a dark blue, and within a short time, numerous blue puddles had formed around the desert.
Mo Xingjian no longer cared about being happy; he was constantly dodging the lightning attacks amidst it all.
At this moment, an unexpected change occurred. Between the silver and blue flowers, countless ghostly figures suddenly emerged. Their appearances were unclear, and they kept muttering continuously. Then, they screamed and lunged directly at Zhou Qing below.
"What are these things? Could they be the reason those geniuses couldn’t gather the third flower as recorded?"
Seeing this scene, Mo Xingjian, who was constantly fleeing, was horrified.
At this moment, two identical flowers also appeared in Zhou Qing’s Sea of Consciousness, and the two Golden Cores’ colors were continuously dimming, as if all the energy was striving for the birth of the three flowers.
The next moment, these suddenly appearing ghostly figures began attacking his Heart and Spirit directly.
His face instantly turned as pale as paper, and large beads of sweat continuously rolled down from his forehead.
Zhou Qing guarded his Heart and Spirit tightly, remaining unmoved. If these things disturbed his Heart and Spirit, all his previous efforts would be in vain.
At this moment, he quickly concentrated, separating some Divine Sense to form a faint light screen around his Sea of Consciousness to block them.
It worked, but these ghostly figures kept crashing into the light screen, emitting eerie wails. Yet, they persisted, seemingly vowing not to stop until they achieved their goal.
Although the consumption of Heart and Spirit was enormous, Zhou Qing’s Soul Power was far stronger than his peers. At this moment, he continually replenished it and rapidly circulated the Yin Yang Skills, attempting to dispel the negative effects brought by these ghostly figures.
Now it was a matter of who could outlast whom.
Another hour or so passed. Just as Zhou Qing continued to struggle bitterly with the unknown ghostly figures, the phantom of the third flower began to emerge in the sky.
This was a red flower, like a burning flame, illuminating the entire sky in a fiery red.
After the appearance of the flame flower, the surrounding temperature began to rise rapidly. Under the high temperature, the waves of sand began to melt, turning into hot lava that flowed across the desert.
As the three flowers fully condensed, the silver, blue, and red flowers in the sky reflected each other, and the fluctuation of Spiritual Power they emitted spread like潮水 in all directions.
Seeing this scene, Mo Xingjian could no longer contain his inner joy. He cheered heartily, even falling to his knees in excitement, covering his face with his hands and weeping with joy.
His disciple, Zhou Qing, had gathered the Three Flowers at the Crown!
Do you know what this means?
Throughout the history of the Holy Martial Dynasty, the phenomenon of the Three Flowers Gathering at the Crown had never appeared. Now, it was his own disciple.
He felt like he was dreaming.
But at this moment, Luo Lingling, who was a hundred miles away, sent an urgent message.
[Old Mo, I saw the Three Flowers Gathering at the Crown. Xiao Qing has succeeded. But I also have bad news. My three-headed puppet saw the same thing from six hundred miles away, so you should know what I’m going to say.]
Seeing this message, Mo Xingjian’s expression instantly changed.
This meant that wherever the cloud cover reached, everyone could see it, and even those farther away could observe this strange sight.
[You must return quickly. Once the breakthrough ends, we need to leave immediately!] Mo Xingjian quickly sent a message back.
Then he nervously watched the scene before him, muttering, "Hurry up, hurry up..."