At this moment, not only Zi Yin, but almost everyone's hearts were in their throats.
"BOOM!" Finally, the last bolt of spiritual lightning struck.
The entire arena was deathly silent. Everyone was staring at the dust-covered high platform.
A gentle breeze blew past and the dust settled. Ling Chuxi was on one knee, still in the same position as before. Her snow-white clothes had long been dyed a dazzling red.
Ling Chuxi's body did not reveal the slightest bit of a cultivator's aura and was no different from an ordinary person.
Everyone's eyes turned gloomy at the same time. Logically speaking, if one successfully survived the spiritual lightning baptism, they could advance to the sage level, and their physique would change accordingly. No matter how serious their injuries were, they would be instantly healed, and at the same time, they would naturally release the vast will of the sage level.
