I hope she can achieve great success and that no further complications arise.
Song Siyao, who was focused on undergoing tribulation, knew nothing.
The moment her robes were torn to shreds, she effortlessly donned dragon scale armor.
Upon seeing this, Shen Zhuochuan, Baili Xijiang, and other dragons subconsciously revealed a hint of pride.
Dragon scales are hard, let alone those that have been forged and tempered during the making of armor.
Song Tingwan wiped away the tear stains on her face at some point, and smiled with a clear and honest expression.
"My sister is the number one in the Six Realms."
If even A Yao fails, then there is no one left in the Six Realms who can succeed.
After the excruciating pain subsided, an eerie calm followed.
His friends were all by his side, and his father was only unconscious.
It doesn't necessarily mean that the ending of the second life was repeated.
At least no one died.
This ascension is a matter of life and death; success means life, failure means death for all six realms.
Since failure means certain death, what else is there to say?
Song Tingwan stared sharply at the sky, as if challenging the destiny that was watching them.
As A Yao was struck by the fiftieth bolt of heavenly lightning, bleeding from her seven orifices, her eyes flickered slightly.
As the seventieth bolt of lightning struck, Song Siyao's bones and flesh were shattered, and he screamed in pain. At that moment, the graceful woman in front of everyone turned around and smiled sweetly at them.
He then leaped up and rushed towards the center of the lightning tribulation.
A beautiful blue ribbon fluttered in the wind around her arm, making her look like a goddess as depicted in human paintings.
Shen Zhuochuan frowned and reached out to grab her, but only a fleeting glimpse passed through his palm.
Song Tingwan turned back and smiled at him. He could only watch helplessly as she flew into the air, disregarding the fierce lightning tribulation, and rained down crimson rain for one person.
After exclaiming in surprise, Baili Xijiang and the other two watched her walk away in silence.
They are different from Shen Zhuochuan.
From the very beginning of the Sword Inquiry Sect, it was Song Tingwan who brought them together.
She was the pillar of support, despite being the most physically weak.
They depended on Song Tingwan and respected her decisions more than anyone else.
Having experienced a goddess's sacrifice, they breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that she had only entered the center of the lightning tribulation to bestow rain.
The seventy-fifth bolt of heavenly lightning struck.
Song Siyao's wounds healed only to be struck again. In the blink of an eye, Song Tingwan summoned rain, and lightning followed immediately.
If Song Tingwan is fast, then He must be even faster than her.
In the fierce chase between the two, Song Siyao was completely exhausted and had no strength left to move.
At this point, only her consciousness is active.
The two forces within him were locked in a constant struggle.
One wounded her to the bone, the other healed her.
The light above her head, controlled by her will, blocked a portion of the lightning tribulation.
My consciousness slowly began to fade.
"Ah Yao—"
"Hang in there a little longer, okay? Your older sister will stay with you."
Song Tingwan, holding a shimmering purple lotus umbrella, teleported to Song Siyao's side, her divine artifact shattered by a sudden bolt of lightning.
Without changing her expression, she put on a new defensive artifact and carefully helped A Yao up. With the artifacts in her hands providing some cover, A Yao could catch her breath.
Eighty-odd bolts of heavenly lightning would be difficult for an ordinary person in the tribulation stage to withstand, let alone a tribulation that was deliberately amplified many times over.
Anyone would say it's difficult.
After Song Tingwan used up all her trump cards and destroyed them, she only bought Song Siyao five breaths of time.
Nine-grade pills rained down like they were free, and Pei Yuan, the peerless music cultivator and ancestor of the Hehuan Sect, was also giving her positive buffs. Song Siyao seemed to have come back to life.
She took a deep breath and gently nudged her older sister. "The rest is up to me."
Song Tingwan turned and left without hesitation.
She had previously been protected by a divine artifact, which allowed her to approach her sister, but now that the artifact was completely destroyed, she wasn't in a position to die, so naturally she had to run away.
With her fragile body as a pill cultivator, a single blow could leave her half-dead.
Song Tingwan left without hesitation.
The next, even more devastating bolt of heavenly lightning struck, sending a shiver down the spines of all beings in the six realms. This was the ninetieth bolt.
It was as if only the sound of thunder crashing down from the heavens remained in the world, and the sense of impending doom grew stronger and stronger.
No one spoke.
Even the most powerless ordinary person in the human world cries silently while holding their child, their tears choked in their sobs.
Song Siyao was about to go to meet her when her older sister, who had been leaving, suddenly stopped.
"Ah Yao, let me try the next one."
Song Siyao gritted his teeth and withstood the lightning tribulation, his dragon scale armor shattering in the process.
Her internal organs were in excruciating pain, and she shook her head at her older sister in disapproval.
The curve was very slight, but Song Tingwan saw it.
She didn't have time to explain before putting her sudden inspiration into practice.
As soon as the Shennong Cauldron appeared, Song Tingwan quickly threw several kinds of pills into it. With a slight thought, a spiritual flower that she and her friends had sculpted together half a year ago appeared in her palm.
Throw it in with it.
Then the lightning struck, and Song Tingwan quickly pushed the Shennong Cauldron away, and the cauldron rose to meet the lightning.
Song Siyao was taken aback, but holding the Lightning Blade, he was already prepared to withstand the lightning.
With a loud bang.
The Shennong Cauldron cracked.
But the lightning did not strike Song Siyao.
The beings of the six realms were speechless. What was going on?
The brewing thunder also paused.
Only Song Tingwan flew to the fragments of the Shennong Cauldron and rummaged through them.
Then, to her delight, she picked out a pill with a gilded surface.
Nine red patterns were clearly visible on it.
The woman held the divine pill and sneered: "Ordinary people complain about the injustice of Heaven when they are indignant, but from now on, they should complain about the injustice of fate."
"This single bolt of heavenly lightning is equivalent to nine bolts of lightning in the past!"
"If fate is unjust, then we shall defy it!"
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