A magnified magnolia flower shadow flew out from Song Tingwan's body and actually withstood His oppressive aura.

For some reason, perhaps because Song Tingwan was the only independent person in the world, the awe-inspiring power in the world was cold and solemn, as if suppressing its anger, and the penultimate bolt of heavenly lightning fell.

This was the moment Song Tingwan had been waiting for.

With a backhand shove, the magnolia flower print on her body shot straight towards the blood-soaked figure on the ground.

Then the oppressive force that the mark had blocked landed on her without any hindrance, and it was still several times more terrifying than that of others.

Song Tingwan slumped down, blood spilling from the corner of her lips as she fell to the ground.

But she didn't pay attention, her gaze fixed on the glowing magnolia seal.

Su Xi and the others had cold sweat on their palms. Looking at the young sword saint covered in blood, these seniors felt utterly powerless.

No one can interfere with this ascension.

Long before Song Tingwan flew close to the center of the lightning tribulation, her master, Yan Shanjun, tried to use several divine artifacts to block two bolts of heavenly lightning for his disciple, but he was completely unable to get close.

As soon as you get close, an invisible pressure pushes you away, and they won't even let you in with the magical artifacts they've brought out.

But Song Tingwan was able to get close to her.

This relieved them.

They could only place their hopes on the two chosen ones.

You must hold on!

This world has probably never experienced such a terrifying tribulation since its birth.

The lightning, several times heavier than an ordinary heavenly tribulation, struck the arrogant girl fiercely with each strike.

One after another.

It seemed as if they were forcing her to willingly admit defeat and give up.

But the girl's back remained unyielding, and she gritted her teeth and endured it.

Until the final three bolts of heavenly lightning.

One strike can be equivalent to more than ninety strikes from before.

Any one of them would have turned to ashes and scattered throughout this world long ago.

But she withstood the first hurdle.

Although they could all see that the person was lying on the ground, seemingly lifeless.

But life still existed, and countless eyes were watching until she moved her fingertips, at which point the silent world resumed its normal flow of breath.

At that moment, the Magnolia Mark flew from the goddess toward Sword Saint Siyao.

They didn't know what it was.

But anything that the goddess can use at this moment must be extraordinary.

They watched with bated breath as Lei Li and Song Siyao grew closer and closer, their hearts pounding uncontrollably.

You must hold on!

Song Siyao, who was in the very center, lay on the ground trying to catch her breath; her consciousness was already somewhat blurred.

Everywhere she could feel was bleeding profusely, and her vision was blurred; she was barely holding on to her last breath.

As long as she has a breath left, she can be considered to have successfully overcome her tribulation.

Everyone has died twice.

Things shouldn't happen more than three times.

She didn't want her older sister to die.

They didn't want their father to die in a coma; they wanted to reunite with their mother in the divine realm.

She also wanted to spar with Wan Qiji and occasionally have a spiritual conversation.

She also wanted to hear Baili Xijiang and Qin Xi bicker, and... she also wanted to accept that Shen Zhuochuan would become part of their family.

That's hilarious.

She and her sister spent more than five years finding all the fragments of the Heavenly Ladder.

We can't possibly fail to overcome even the Heavenly Tribulation.

We can't have searched for this long for nothing.

Song Siyao blinked slowly, and could hear the sound of heavenly lightning whistling through the air above him.

She closed her eyes, her breathing became light, and she prepared to face the penultimate lightning tribulation.

Hang in there, Song Siyao.

You can't let your older sister down.

We must not disappoint all living beings in the six realms.

However, what arrived before the thunder was a gentle force, the fragrance of magnolia blossoms enveloping her tenderly.

Song Siyao struggled to open her eyelids.

But the mark had been shattered by lightning, and apart from the fragrance of magnolia blossoms, nothing remained.

Song Tingwan, who had fallen to the ground, turned her head with difficulty, letting the oppressive force crush her consciousness. She gritted her teeth and took out the divine pill she had just made.

She was too exhausted to move anymore.

On the ground, the man in white realized something, and a glint flashed in his eyes.

Then Shen Zhuochuan fell down beside Baili Xijiang, while a mini white dragon flew out from Song Tingwan's spiritual platform.

It snatched the divine pill, curled its tail, and charged into the center of the lightning tribulation as if facing certain death.

Like countless dragons on the ground, Song Tingwan was stunned for a moment before feeling boundless heartache.

"Why, why does it have to end like this again..."

Song Tingwan clutched her chest, as if her heart and lungs were being torn apart. The oppressive aura emanating from her made her speak haltingly.

Two lines of tears fell, heart-wrenching pain.

But no one could answer her.

She could only stare blankly as the mini white dragon charged toward the blood-soaked figure in the center.

But He wouldn't allow them to come near.

The mini white dragon only flew halfway before its figure dropped lower and lower, and the resistance became stronger and stronger.

Just as everyone was on tenterhooks, the Mini White Dragon was about to give way and was enveloped by the demonic energy that was half a step too slow, and it charged towards the center again.

Song Siyao, covered in blood, opened her eyes as she sensed a force approaching.

The demonic energy and the miniature white dragon were stopped two steps away from her, and the golden core, radiating golden light and thunder, shone brightly.

Song Siyao's eyes darkened.

Being at the center of the lightning tribulation, she was even more aware of the consequences of intruding.

She lay on the ground, staring straight at them.

In the blink of an eye, the light that had fallen to the ground started to move with a hum.

It flew back into Song Siyao's palm.

The rumbling thunder continued incessantly.

In the darkness where no light could be seen, thunder and lightning raged, roaring incessantly, and the lightning flashes twisted.

It was as bright as day.

Against Song Siyao's pale, blood-smeared face, the interplay of light and shadow made it impossible to discern her expression.

All the people saw was her pursed lips and a faint smile.

Then, with trembling hands and tears streaming from his eyes, he shakily stood up, supporting himself on the ground.

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