Cloudbanks gathered over Qing Yu’s head—not tribulation clouds, but something ineffable and undefinable. While born of the rules of heavenly tribulations, they bore no relation to punishment or judgment. Pure and flawless, the clouds exuded a hallowed energy that wrapped around Qing Yu in a protective sphere.

Higher still in the sky, the inky tribulation clouds looming over the Central World faded in color until they were pure white puffiness. The terrible Diabolical Tribulation of World Refinement remained, but its lightning was replaced by white splendor that rained down onto the ground as droplets of milky white liquid.

Thus irrigated, the dim, cracked land of the Central World awoke with great vitality.

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