Amid the fifth wave of tribulation lightning, Ye Hua seemed to be trapped in a nightmarish illusion.
Painful memories once buried deep in her heart surged up like a tide-the bullying she had suffered as a child, and her endless loneliness and helplessness, unfolded before her eyes again.
Within this lineage, Ye Hua had never received genuine love or acceptance.
Not only had her clansmen shunned her, but even her own parents had regarded her with disgust.
And her so-called fiancé had always ignored her, seldom willing to spend time playing with her.
Yet faced with such a bitter, difficult past, Ye Hua displayed extraordinary resilience and composure.
In just ten short minutes, she easily broke through this trial.
Although a faint sorrow showed on her face, there was little resentment mixed into it.
After briefly regulating her breathing, she was fully prepared to face the fiercer tribulation lightning to come.
Before Ye Hua could even catch her breath, the sixth wave descended impatiently.
This time, it seemed to have amassed even more power. In just three minutes, it transformed into a ferocious white lightning serpent, baring its fangs and roaring as it lunged down.
In an instant, overwhelming lightning engulfed Ye Hua completely, leaving Huang Rong, who stood outside, unable to see what was happening within.
The heart-demon illusion now returned Ye Hua to her youth. She had been in the flower of her girlhood then, and although her beauty could not topple cities and kingdoms, she was still lovely.
Sadly, in an age that valued cultivation talent above all, even peerless beauty could not save someone without outstanding aptitude from being scorned.
By then, she had fallen far behind her peers, as though some invisible force had left her trailing in its wake. Her parents and clansmen