As the saying goes, if you want to wear the crown, you must bear its weight. In order for the Little Ginseng Spirit to transform into a human, it must endure the might of thunder and undergo tribulation cleansing; otherwise, it will not be tolerated by the Heavenly Dao.
For this, it has cultivated for a thousand years, whether it's a human or a spirit, we'll see today.
One after another, purple Heavenly Thunders strike down, each one thicker than the last. The Little Ginseng Spirit is already lacerated, its Essence Soul damaged, yet it must persevere.
It has to withstand nine Heavenly Thunders.
But by the ninth, it is dazed, unaware of past or present, only recalling that senior it once saw, who cultivated even longer and was more perfect than it, when Spiritual Energy was more abundant than now.
Yet, it never survived that ninth Heavenly Thunder, not even leaving its Essence Soul, vanished between heaven and earth.
