Was Getting Livelier

Another four hours had passed, and the lightning strikes were still ongoing!

Master Xuanyuan and the others could not sit still and kept looking toward the back mountains of Middle Peak.

"It's been ten hours! Even a mountain would be flattened by the lightning strikes! Besides, Yun Chujiu is just a mortal! Could it be that we've made a mistake and that these heavenly lightning bolts aren't actually going for her?" Elder Xiao said with a frown.

"There wouldn't be such a large-scale purple heavenly lightning storm other than to wipe out the heavenly root spirit! Even a mighty figure who's about to ascend can only withstand nine heavenly lightning bolts. Even if a unique legendary practitioner was born, there would only be a few heavenly lightning bolts at most!" Elder Duanmu said with certainty.

"But how did Yun Chujiu withstand so many heavenly lightning bolts? This is too unbelievable!" an elder asked in puzzlement.