In a vast, open area, dozens of experts were split into several distinct groups. Everyone's attention was captured by a peculiar path ahead, crackling with lightning.
Wisps of lightning formed into pale blue rings, flickering with a strange, electric light!
In the middle of the path, a youth in scorched clothes was enduring the pale blue wisps of lightning arcing over his head, struggling to advance step by step through the electric glow.
This was a genius at the Late Stage of Martial Arts Eighth Layer Heaven. His face was no longer recognizable, and the True Qi light flickering around him was unstable. His powerful Innate True Qi was dimming; clearly, he wouldn't last much longer under the lightning.
Directly in front of him was an arched bridge, and across this long bridge, a magnificent and grand hall could be seen.
The Refining Spirit Hall.
This path, crackling with lightning, was clearly the only way to the Refining Spirit Hall.
