The light golden rain fell gently over the ruined city.
It carried a rich spiritual energy that was completely different from the violent power of the lightning tribulation.
The moment the first drop landed on Chu Miao, the wounds covering her body began to heal.
Her damaged meridians absorbed the heavenly energy greedily.
The cracks in her bones closed, and new flesh grew over the wounds on her skin.
Even her exhausted spiritual energy began recovering.
Chu Miao loosened her grip on her sword.
She had survived the eighty-first bolt, but her body had almost reached its limit.
If the tribulation had added one more strike, she might have needed to use some of the precious treasures stored inside the Soul Ring.
Fortunately, the heavenly dao still followed its rules.
Most of the time.
Chu Miao sat down in the crater and circulated her cultivation technique.
The golden rain fell within a radius of several dozen meters.
