The instant Yunxi confirmed that the Thunder Tribulation had locked onto her, she teleported away from the exit. A familiar voice sounded beside her ear:
"Ranxi, go to the summit of Wu Rao Mountain, a hundred li southwest. We've set up a formation there to withstand Heaven's Punishment Lightning."
As he transmitted the message, True Venerable Haoran was already leading Yunxi from ahead.
"Yes, Old Ancestor."
Without the slightest hesitation, Yunxi kept a safe distance from Old Ancestor Haoran and raced to the summit of Wu Rao Mountain at top speed. There, she saw a nine-layered formation. At a glance, it was clearly a defensive formation painstakingly arranged to resist the Thunder Tribulation. Yunxi flashed into the center of the formation.
A trace of worry flickered across True Venerable Haoran's cool face. Looking at the fully formed Tribulation Lightning brewing overhead, he called out, "Ranxi, the control formation disk for the defensive formation is at your side. You decide when to activate it. Don't force yourself to endure."
Yunxi only had time to nod. She sent a thread of divine sense into the control formation disk, then, completely unprepared, was struck by the first wave of nine bolts of Tribulation Lightning. The familiar sensation of Tribulation Lightning entering her body made her shudder involuntarily. Then she sat cross-legged and began refining the power of the Tribulation Lightning rampaging through her body.
Just as Yunxi was about to sort out the power of the first wave of Tribulation Lightning, a silent bolt of purplish-red Tribulation Lightning descended from the sky. It burrowed into her body through the crown of her head, making her unable to maintain her cross-legged posture. She spat out a mouthful of blood, and her aura became chaotic.
True Venerable Haoran noticed immediately. Muttering, "This is bad," he