Rumble!
A streak of fierce purple lightning stretched across the heavens, plunging down like a waterfall. A majestic Heavenly Tribulation crashed down.
The last mortal to take the stage collapsed on the spot. His entire body was charred black, blood trickling from his wounds. His vitality dwindled in an instant, like a candle guttering in the wind, seeming ready to go out completely at any moment, yet stubbornly burning on with a faint flicker.
A thread of exceedingly faint aura drifted out of his body.
Beyond the nine pillars, the many Mahayana cultivators who had been watching all breathed a sigh of relief. The one in the rectangular robe flicked his sleeve, drawing the mortal who had successfully entered the Dao over to his side from a distance. Then he crushed a yellow-brown spirit herb that gave off a bitter scent. Its juice dripped onto the mortal's body, and his grave injuries began to heal at astonishing speed.
At the same time, he turned to "Kongmeng" and said, "All the mortals we brought have finished their Heavenly Tribulations. You go."
"Remember, don't push yourself!"
"If you truly can't hold on, stop immediately at the Sixty-four Tribulation."
"Kongmeng" didn't nod. Instead, she looked toward a nearby spot.
On the dim Gobi, a woman cultivator in dark robes sat cross-legged, her frosty hair stirring despite the lack of wind. Her skin was fairer than snow, and her long, lowered lashes resembled the wings of a resting butterfly. Though her figure was graceful and her face lovely as jade, a terrifying aura surged around her, concealing immense power beneath her innate regal bearing.
By now, "Ling Yi" had fully recovered from her injuries. The perfect aura unique to an Eighty-one Tribulation Mahayana was unmistakable.
Every movement, every frown and smile of hers was