When Chu Miao felt the destructive force of the lightning rampantly roaming in her meridians and dantian she realized that she could use it to her advantage.
She could temper her meridians and expand them instead of letting it go to waste.
So, in full view of everyone and under the mocking gaze of the heavenly dao, she forced herself to sit cross-legged, entering a meditative state right there amidst the chaos.
The group stared in shock. She wasn't just enduring the tribulation, she was using it, swallowing the lightning itself to temper her breakthrough.
Chu Hao's voice trembled with awe. "Little sister… you really are defying the heavens."
No wonder the heavenly dao didn't like her.
Above, the storm howled, preparing the next strike. The fourth bolt gathered, even thicker and more violent, twisting with purple and silver arcs.
The air seemed to freeze. And still Chu Miao sat firm beneath the storm, her figure small against the vast heavens, but her will unyielding.
