"Haku" she heard a voice and turned around.
What she saw was another woman, she looked young, like a Keku who just recently reached adulthood, but the rasp of her voice was that of old woman, close to the end.
"Master" she said in return, her voice unwavering, as she looked at the tribulations, the heavens striking a challenger after challenger, breaking countless aspiring cultivators.
"I won't tell you to delay" she turned her head and looked at her master in surprise, when hearing of her plans to ascend, her entire sect objected, they knew the odds.
She had heard half a dozen arguments, by her sister, by juniors, they said that her talents didn't require her to ascend, that she will benefit them more if she continued just making runes, that her odds will rise significantly if she takes the emperor's offer to go last in the next batch, that it would give her time to prepare, lessons to absorb, she dismissed them all, she would succeed.
A single decade in the third step could make the difference, she would have more than one additional decade.
But her master was always silent, never telling her to wait or not.
And so hearing the trust in her made emotions rise, if she was younger, tears might have fallen, but her face stayed cold even if as her heart skip a beat, crying will be unseemly.
Master smiled at her, probably seeing right through it "I see your resolve and speaking against you will only weaken it".
She stepped next to her and looked at the next challenger, who was stepping into the fields after the last corpse was taken away, a sad look in her eyes, she had seen this course of events taking place many times.
"I will not lie, I am afraid myself, I don't step there because I am not ready" she stepped closer and hugged, Haku didn't resist "you were always more talented than me, I know you will come back".
She released her and Haku started walking away, she froze for a moment, should she say something, before she takes off, she would pass, and saying anything now will feel like a goodbye.
She had thought long about her future pillars, finding the right concepts was critical in the third step according to the teaching of her grandmaster, the records of the lessons he has given a two decades back being read and analysed over and over by every cultivator even considering the third tribulation.
If she waited, she might have gotten personal lessons herself.
She flew into the array, the imperial workers having set the one her sect provided, and looked at the sky, they were still cloudy, it was still day, but one could easily confuse it for night, with the clouds of the tribulations from the first steps before her.
There was a calmness in the beat of her wings, a steady pace and resigned air, the world was silent, her spectators solemn, sect sisters, her master, the emperor and other third steps.
She felt no fear, was she feeling like she was going to her own execution and is resigned to her death? or was it confidence keeping away the bite of it?
She was sure it would be the later when the day came, but she felt nothing, nothing but ambition and drive, smoldering in her mind.
Her claws dug into the ground, soft dirt and shattered glass, she felt for the tremors in the dirt as she disturbed it, smelt the barely noticeable smell of ash and death, different from that of a keku, and knew nothing lived beneath her, the power of tribulation having killed anything nearby.
Closer to the edge, some creatures may yet live, perhaps some have even gorged themselves on the heavenly qi, becoming slightly more than they were before, like the animals that lived in the places of power.
She expected that by the time her own tribulation was done, they will be dead too, the destruction of the second step tribulation greater than that of the first.
And she was the first and only second step to challenge the heavens today.
She was waiting and she didn't know why, she remembered her first tribulation, even prepared, it had been close.
She reaffirmed her chosen pillar, she had considered what theme to pick, would she go with a path similar to the first, contain the entire world within her pillars, would she go with something based on the sect's core teachings, she had been considering making a yin pillar, and raising the rest to be facets of it, death, spirit, cold and more, maybe she would take something completely different in the end.
But the first was simple, just like her grandmaster has chosen a teacher pillar to symbolise himself and the life cycle of the keku, she would pick a rune pillar.
Because no matter the final path she would chose, she knows that at heart, she would always be a runesmith.
Because it was an art the keku used to control the world, to cultivate and defend themselves, it was mastery of the one over nature, it was the start of the change in her path, and it will be the end.
And with this conviction, a single pillar rose in her dantian, and the heavens rose to strike her.
The first bolt screamed at her and froze solid, shattering and falling to the ground in shards of glowing ice.
The second used the distraction to batter her, breaking through a shield that swallowed movement, the technique only slowing it for a fraction of a second, giving her a moment to reinforce her body further, stiff and cold flesh, harder than steel, weathering the hit with relative ease.
The third was diverted, the array moving it aside.
The fourth shattered against her ambition.
Long ago she cultivated with no knowledge as for why, meditation and contemplation revealed and reinforced her reason, it was freedom, she was once weak, at the mercy of others, and she knew she wouldn't be so again.
Some might say it is a weak reason, people who didn't experience the fear of being weak, of cowering before cruel and sadistic masters, who will take what they wish and discard you the moment you stopped entraining them.
She cultivated so should another cruel tyrant come, it wouldn't be her who cowered.
She did not care for herself alone, she did fight for her sister, her master and her sect, for the young thirty years old girls she took under her wings, even for the race she belonged to, if not as much as for the rest.
And she knew that should she fail, it wouldn't be her alone who suffered the consequences.
And be it the heavens or the apocalypse, she would not bow her head in fear again.
And so she screeched at the heavens in challenge, a mental attack of her own, qi in her voice demanding fear and submission, an insult.
The heavens, unaffected, answered her arrogance with three bolts at the same time.
The array burned first, allowing her to wither the first barrage, and her mind shattered next.
But she continued to screech her defiance, until the sky cleared, and she fell to the ground, having taken to the sky at some point.
Inside her, a pillar stood tall, and another Keku rose to the third step.