Time flew by, and a full ten days had passed since Ming Hao and the others entered Thunder Prison to undergo their punishment!
At that moment, the place where Ming Hao and the others stood in Thunder Prison seemed submerged in endless lightning.
The densely packed bolts poured down without end like ten thousand galloping horses, unleashing deafening roars.
The disciples on the outskirts of Thunder Prison had long since been left dumbstruck by the magnificent sight before them, utterly unable to discern what was happening inside.
All they could see was a vast, blinding white sea of lightning, as though thunderbolts had shrouded the entire world.
Yet amid that raging sea of lightning, Ming Hao's voice rang out clearly:
"Senior brothers and sisters, hurry and put these pills away. Don't stand on ceremony with your junior brother!"
Although his voice was loud, it still sounded somewhat faint beneath the thunderous din.
Nevertheless, Fatty Zhang and the others heard him and swiftly put the pills away without hesitation.
This was already the third time their junior brother Ming Hao had given them miraculous pills. Everyone understood, and there was no need for further polite refusals.
Compared with Ming Hao, Fatty Zhang, Lin Yong, and the others endured far fewer thunderbolts, so their figures and features could still barely be made out within the sea of lightning.
Their auras had now undergone tremendous changes, faintly exuding a sense of flawless perfection.
It was as though the baptism of lightning had greatly elevated both their bodies and their cultivation.
They had consolidated every realm below the Nascent Soul Realm countless times, bringing each to its utmost limit, as though no room for improvement remained.
This was an exceedingly rare opportunity. For an ordinary person to consolidate their foundations to such a