All around them, pillars of lightning stood like a forest, descending from the Ninth Heavens.
He Ling's long hair cascaded like a waterfall, her black dress dark as night. Her yin-yang heterochromatic eyes emerged as she walked steadily across the Primordial Chaos Earth.
Five-Colored Divine Light surged around her arms. Thick vines instantly erupted from the earth, frenziedly strangling every Primordial Chaos aberrant spirit, while vast sounds of collapse echoed in every direction.
Rumble!
The lightning pillars poured down, carrying World-Destroying might as they wildly bombarded He Ling's position.
There was not a trace of fear or retreat in He Ling's eyes. She drew a deep breath, and the mana within her surged like a river bursting through its banks, instantly flooding her entire body. A dazzling light curtain appeared above her head, blocking every bolt of Primordial Chaos Immortal Lightning that came crashing down.
Yet as time passed, the Primordial Chaos Immortal Lightning grew increasingly violent. Not only did its numbers increase, but every bolt became thicker and more berserk.
All of it radiated an aura capable of destroying the Great Dao Origin of living beings, leaving not even a trace of opportunity to knock upon the immortal gate.
He Ling's expression sank, her face turning somewhat grim. Her Natal Magic Treasure was being violently suppressed and eroded. The longer she endured the tribulation, the slimmer her chances of success became.
Undergoing tribulation in the Primordial Chaos River was completely the reverse of the path of Proving Dao and Becoming Immortal in the Three Thousand Great Worlds.
Normally, the longer one underwent tribulation, the stronger the Heaven and Earth Gift received upon becoming immortal. The deeper one's foundation, the greater one's chances of success. But this place was utterly different. It could be said that even success would leave