The aura in the room surged dramatically.
Even the entire Ninth Peak seemed to sense the immense power.
In a nearby elders' pavilion, an old man slowly opened his eyes.
"This is the transcendent realm?"
"It seems Wilma has finally overcome her inner demon."
In another room, an elderly woman turned her gaze toward Braydon Neal's pavilion.
"Good, good. From now on, the Ninth Peak will have another transcendent."
"And there is also someone whose abilities rival that of transcendence."
Outside Braydon's pavilion, Braydon fastened the black flute to his waist. Feeling the aura of breakthrough in the room, he exhaled slowly.
Finally, she had broken through.
Soon, the sound of footsteps echoed from the room.
Wilma Nilles stepped out with a radiant smile and walked straight to Braydon.
"Braydon, I've finally reached the transcendent realm."
Braydon forced a stiff smile.