Qingyao Mountain.
An open wilderness.
Trees grew in tangled thickets, and plants flourished everywhere.
Broken branches and fallen leaves drifted down across the ground. The sap from snapped plants carried the distinctive fragrance of the wilds.
A moss-covered boulder stood quietly among them.
A female cultivator with cloud-dark hair and flowerlike features sat cross-legged atop the boulder. Her figure was graceful, her eyes bright and sparkling like peach blossoms, and her skin smooth as jade. Her white robes and green skirt draped over the edge of the stone, like a you昙 flower blooming gracefully atop a cliff.
At that moment, she lightly held a sprig of flowers in her slender, fair hand, as though it had just been plucked from a branch. The foot-long sprig bore scattered white buds, with countless tiny runes flickering in and out of sight among them. The Flower Buds were faintly stained with blood, which was now rapidly vanishing.
As the sprig swayed, a thick, sickly-sweet scent filled heaven and earth.
All around the boulder, the corpses of all kinds of demonic beasts lay strewn about.
Blood gushed and flowed, soaking the entire ground.
The stench of blood mingled with the mountain wind and quickly drifted away.
The fresh scent of blood was sure to draw more powerful demonic beasts.
Yet Qiao Ciguang showed no intention of leaving anytime soon. The aura around her was steadily rising, growing immensely powerful.
She raised her head slightly. Seeing the terrifying Tribulation Lightning in the distance stop and the murky tribulation clouds begin to dissipate, Qiao Ciguang closed her eyes. The moment had come!
In the next instant, an overwhelming aura burst forth from her. Above, tribulation clouds gathered in the sky, and dazzling lightning flashed.
This was the Spirit Transformation tribulation!
Before an invisible, intangible barrier,