Yang Hong could guess that the Great Snow Mountain was harsh, but he didn't know that its weather was becoming increasingly severe.
Yang Hong's family was naturally unaware of the commotion outside the seal. At this moment, they were watching the heavenly tribulation.
Yang Hong was not one to wait for death. After being trapped for eight years, besides using the Divine Refining Treasure to construct a palace, he had been fully focused on imbuing spiritual plants.
Although his cultivation was sealed at the Golden Core realm, he still had twenty imbuing sessions daily, which allowed him to rapidly cultivate spiritual plants again.
However, imbuing ninth-grade spiritual plants with Golden Core realm cultivation was a bit too slow. It wasn't until today that the first ninth-grade spiritual plant reached the condition for transformation.
"Husband, this has truly not been easy. It's been eight years and three months."
"Yes, I'm going crazy from being cooped up. Although I have you and the sisters here, the space is just too cramped. I've already counted every patch of soil in our manor."
"Mmm-hmm~ I've counted that there are 592,732 snowflakes falling each day."
"I'm planning to dismantle the manor and rebuild it."
"That's great! Let's do it together. This time, we'll refine the soil into magic artifacts as well."
"Right, right, together."
Listening to the chatter in his ears, Yang Hong also felt a sense of emotion. Eight years was not a long time, but being confined in such a cramped space could truly drive one mad.
Although a diameter of two li seemed considerable, to cultivators who held vast worlds in their hearts, it was a restrictive prison.
Moreover, as time passed, clear Buddhist chants emanated from the seal, attempting to convert them.
If not for Yang Hong accompanying them in dual cultivation, several of the seven women would likely have gone mad.
Staring intently at the golden lightning tribulation in the sky, a smile gradually appeared on Yang Hong's face.
"Everyone be patient. I can feel that as the heavenly tribulation strikes, this seal is slowly expanding."
"Really!" x7.
Upon hearing Yang Hong's words, the seven wives turned their heads simultaneously and asked in unison.
Joyful expressions appeared on all seven faces.
"It's confirmed. As for the final outcome, we can only know after the heavenly tribulation ends."
Yang Hong nodded affirmatively, his face also beaming with joy.
Even though he considered himself a homebody, he didn't wish to be imprisoned.
The one undergoing the tribulation was a ninth-grade spiritual plant, the Nine-Colored Peony. It was a spiritual plant with little medicinal value but possessed extreme aesthetic beauty.
This spiritual plant was also magical. Yang Hong found it in a mountain stream when he was stranded in the Myriad Monster Sea Region's Jade Stream Island. He found it beautiful and brought it back to cultivate.
It was initially only a first-grade spiritual plant. However, through unforeseen circumstances, it was cultivated from first-grade to ninth-grade by Li Sen and was now facing the heavenly tribulation for transformation.
Yang Hong couldn't judge whether this tribulation was strong or weak. This was the first tribulation after a major shift in the heavenly laws, and it was a weakened tribulation due to the seal. There was no basis for comparison.
However, to enhance the intensity of the heavenly tribulation, Yang Hong and the other seven people surrounded the Nine-Colored Peony, causing the tribulation clouds in the sky to expand.
But Yang Hong didn't even feel like blocking the falling tribulation lightning.
It was too weak. It was only half as powerful as the tribulation lightning faced by the sixth-grade spiritual plant Yang Hong had cultivated in his early years during its transformation.
Because of this, Yang Hong was a little concerned whether the Nine-Colored Peony could transform normally.
The tribulation lightning struck for two and a half days. In the evening of the third day, the lightning subsided and the clouds dispersed. A milky white light of transformation descended from the sky, passing through the seal without being weakened. Only then did the Nine-Colored Peony begin its transformation.
This was completely different from the transformation of spiritual plants in the past.
Previously, spiritual plants would begin transforming as soon as the first transformation lightning struck.
Enveloped by the white light, a peerlessly beautiful woman of unparalleled beauty and captivating charm slowly appeared.
However, her face was a little strange.
"Is this... is this... my imagination? Why does this peony's appearance seem a little familiar?"
"Yes~ I also feel it's very similar, like Sister Yu Yan, like Sister Li Zhi, and like Yu Zhi. But it seems even more beautiful than you sisters."
Listening to Li Xue Feng's words, Yang Hong's strangeness instantly turned into realization.
The appearance of the Nine-Colored Peony's transformation was a composite of the appearances of Zhu Yu Yan, Wan Wan, Li Li Zhi, Song Yu Zhi, Zhou Feng Zhi, Li Xue Feng, and Jia Yuan Chun.
And it was still being finely adjusted, becoming more fitting, natural, and beautiful.
The Nine-Colored Peony sensed everyone's gaze, opened her eyes, winked at them, and accelerated her transformation.
Soon, her head was transformed. It possessed a unique beauty that perfectly blended allure and purity, nobility and approachability, nearly perfect.
At least Yang Hong had never seen a more beautiful woman in his two lifetimes.
As her head finished transforming, her body followed.
Yang Hong could only think of two phrases: a devilish figure, a celestial beauty.
"There is a woman, who glances at you shyly and lowers her head, yet her head is so low that she cannot see her feet. That is the ultimate earthly beauty."
He unconsciously recited this line.
Song Yu Zhi asked, puzzled, "Why is it that if she lowers her head and cannot see her feet, she is an earthly beauty?"
Yang Hong didn't hesitate. He pointed to his chest and then lowered his head.
Song Yu Zhi looked down in confusion, still not understanding.
The other six, including Zhu Yu Yan, also looked down at their feet; they could all see them.
This left all seven of them bewildered.
Yang Hong shrugged helplessly and pointed to the Nine-Colored Peony, who was still transforming.
Only then did the seven notice the Nine-Colored Peony's extraordinarily magnificent bosom.
"Hmph~" x7.
The seven snorted in unison, a mix of anger and inferiority.
In fact, their bosoms were very perfect, complementing their figures and builds.
After all, they were all cultivators. As they cultivated, all aspects would naturally be corrected towards an optimal direction.
Therefore, their figures were all extremely perfect.
However, compared to the Nine-Colored Peony, who was still transforming, their figures, appearances, and bosoms were comprehensively outmatched.
"Alright, don't dwell on it. You are all the best. This Nine-Colored Peony is imitating your transformations. Consider it a concentration of all your strengths."
Yang Hong hugged his wives and comforted them.
"Husband will be blessed in the future."
Zhu Yu Yan looked at the Nine-Colored Peony, who had already transformed down to her calves, and sighed. The other six nodded in agreement.
"Ahem~ I am not a lustful person, as you all know. I've managed to dissuade the people from the Immortal Sect who sought dual cultivation with me before."
"This... is different."
Zhu Yu Yan looked at Yang Hong, whose face was slightly flushed and who was slightly hunched over, and shook her head.
After over a hundred years of being bedside companions, she naturally understood Yang Hong and knew that he was truly moved.
This was likely Yang Hong's first genuine heart-stirring moment in over two hundred years.
"Ahem~"
Yang Hong coughed twice without explanation. His wives all looked at his lower body.
The white light slowly dissipated, and a woman who was 1.9 meters tall and so perfect she seemed not to belong to this world appeared before them.
"Nine-Colored Peony, thanks to my master for granting me life, bestowing cultivation, and the gift of creation, a small demon."
After transforming, the woman knelt directly before Yang Hong and performed a kowtow.
"Get up. I will first impart basic human knowledge to you."
Yang Hong used his spiritual power to calm his emotions and directly imparted spells to the kneeling woman using Spirit Light Transmission.
Although he told the woman to get up, he was afraid of seeing the alluring scenery, so he didn't wait for her to rise.
After imparting the knowledge, he turned and left, leaving the Nine-Colored Peony to Zhu Yu Yan and the other seven. He even left the naming to them.
...
"Fellow Daoist, have you noticed that the snow mountain has become even colder?"
"You feel it too?"
"I've noticed it as well."
While the Nine-Colored Peony was undergoing its tribulation, the cultivators at the foot of the snow mountain, though unable to see, felt the weather becoming colder.
Yang Hong had thought of using the heavenly tribulation to escape. How could the Bodhisattva Puji, a true immortal, not think of this?
Therefore, regarding Yang Hong's seal, she had added a setting to guide the heavenly lightning and strengthen the seal!