At this moment.
In the distant starry sky.
Yang Luo lifted his eyes to the sky above, a trace of bitterness appearing at the corner of his mouth.
He had long known that the heavens were particularly "partial" to him.
But he hadn't expected that every single time he had to undergo the strongest lightning tribulation.
Yet at this point, he no longer had any path of retreat; aside from staking everything to withstand it, he had no other choice.
He still had far too many things to do; he absolutely could not fall here.
He took out the pill given by the Daoist Ancestor and swallowed it.
As the medicinal power dissolved, his injuries began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his shattered Essence Soul also began to mend.
"Come on!!!"
Yang Luo let out a hoarse roar and, sword in hand, charged to slaughter his way up into the nine-layered heaven!
On the way up!
