The purple-black thunder descended like a dragon. Si Lingle neither dodged nor avoided it. As the thunder pierced through her body, she laughed out loud: "Refreshing!" Each bolt of lightning tempered her physical body, burning away impurities.
Si Lingle relied on her tempered body to withstand the first three waves of tribulation.
For the fourth and fifth waves, she wielded the Thunder Sword Technique, confronting the Heavenly Thunder.
The sixth tribulation, the Heart Demon Tribulation, emerged—the curse of the deceased souls of Qingxuan Pavilion, and even her own reflection wielding a sword to stab her. Si Lingle shut her eyes, sneering coldly: "A mere Heart Demon dares to disturb my Dao Heart?" Her Divine Sense was like a knife, slicing through all illusions.
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The final bolt of golden lightning transformed into a colossal sword, carrying the will of the Heavenly Dao as it struck down. She leapt up, surprisingly crashing into the Thunder Sword: "Open—up!"
