All around, pillars of lightning stood like a forest, descending from the Nine Heavens.
He Ling's long hair cascaded like a waterfall, her black dress dark as night. Her Yin-Yang Strange Eyes emerged as she walked calmly across the Primordial land.
Five-Colored Divine Light surged around her arms. Thick vines erupted from the earth, madly strangling every Primordial Otherworldly Spirit, while vast sounds of collapse thundered from all directions.
Rumble!
Lightning pillars poured down, carrying the force to destroy Heaven and Earth as they relentlessly bombarded He Ling's position.
There was not a trace of fear or retreat in He Ling's eyes. She took a deep breath, and the mana within her surged like a burst dam, flooding through her body. In an instant, a radiant curtain of light appeared above her head, blocking the incoming Primordial Immortal Lightning one after another.
Yet as time passed, the Primordial Immortal Lightning grew increasingly ferocious. Not only did their numbers increase, but every bolt became thicker and more violent.
All of them radiated an aura capable of destroying the Origin of the Living Beings Dao, leaving not even the slightest chance to knock upon the Immortal Gate.
He Ling's expression darkened, her face growing somewhat unsightly. Her bonded treasure was being frantically suppressed and eroded. The longer she endured the tribulation, the slimmer her chances of success became.
Undergoing tribulation in this Primordial River was completely contrary to the Path to Enlightenment and Immortality in the Three Thousand Great Worlds.
Normally, the longer one underwent tribulation, the greater the Heavenly Gift received upon becoming an Immortal. The deeper one's foundation, the greater the chance of success. But here, it was nothing like that. It could be said that even success would leave one ruined.
There was simply no benefit in attaining immortality