The whole family went mad, but the junior sister turned the tables and her luck soared.

"How is this going?"

The human cultivators came from the Demon Palace of the Emperor's Decree. They were alarmed by the commotion in the Abyss of Ten Thousand Demons, and unexpectedly encountered Wen Fuyue and her group when they arrived.

The cultivators were both surprised and delighted to see the imperial edict, but the sudden situation before them left them no time to think about anything else.

The eyes of the five members of the Imperial Decree lit up simultaneously when a spirit sword flew out from the Abyss of Ten Thousand Demons first.

"It's Huai Chuan!"

Then came the second game, the third game...

The century spent hidden in the Abyss of Ten Thousand Demons did not diminish the spirit of the Spirit Swords.

Their fierce determination was unmatched; their sharp blades trembled, and their terrifying power surged upwards from the depths of the abyss.

Zhu Jian exclaimed with delight, "Xiao Ci must have come along the path I left behind. The spirit swords wouldn't have left her alone down there."

The emperor's hand, hidden in his sleeve, trembled involuntarily as he stared intently in the direction from which the spirit sword had flown.

Finally, within the sword formation, the white figure they had been longing for gradually became clear.

"Xiao Ci!"

Yun Yici had just seen the light of day when he was in a daze.

Suddenly she heard someone calling her, and she quickly turned around to look. When she saw the appearance of the five people in the imperial edict, she couldn't help but feel excited.

"Master! Senior Brother! Senior Emperor's Decree!"

Without a second thought, the emperor ordered him to rush over.

Yun Yici stopped him, saying, "Don't come any closer!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the world changed color.

Above everyone's head, the clouds churned and rolled, turning day into a deep night in an instant. Dark purple lightning flashed through the clouds, like glowing thunder serpents.

Wen Fuyue exclaimed anxiously, "Oh no! Xiao Ci is about to undergo her tribulation!"

Rong Xuan said worriedly, "Is it a Nascent Soul Tribulation? Junior Sister just came out of the Abyss of Ten Thousand Demons, I don't know if she can withstand it."

The tribulation lightning still needed some time to prepare, so the master and his disciples immediately began searching their bodies for magical artifacts that could ward off the lightning.

However, before they could make any further moves, Yun Yici had already formed a hand seal, causing the three thousand spirit swords to isolate a wide lightning field.

Ning Tinglan peered nervously through the gaps in the array of spirit swords at the figure in the lightning field: "Junior Sister, what is the meaning of this?"

Rong Xuan's hand, which was searching through the storage bag, suddenly stopped: "Perhaps we are too concerned and have made a mistake. Let's not cause trouble for our junior sister."

When it comes to concern, Wen Fuyue and the others all looked at the imperial edict, fearing that he might recklessly rush into the minefield.

Emperor Zhao noticed the gazes of Wen Fuyue and the others, and said softly, "I believe her."

They'll have plenty of time later.

Following Yun Yici's wishes, everyone moved far away to a safe place.

Wen Fuyue and the others still remembered the miraculous lightning tribulation when Yun Yici formed his Golden Core, and they couldn't help but secretly pray that Yun Yici's lightning tribulation would be as smooth as last time.

But they were destined to be disappointed.

Accompanied by howling winds, a torrential downpour began to fall from the sky.

Amidst the raging wind and torrential rain, the pitch-black clouds, heavy with ink, were tinged with a dazzling golden purple by the purple lightning flashing between them.

Everyone's hearts were in their throats when suddenly! A bolt of incredibly powerful lightning struck straight down from the sky towards the frail girl in the center of the lightning field!

The lightning illuminated the figure, draping her in a layer of lightning.

The emperor's palms were almost crushed from gripping the imperial edict.

Yun Yici, standing in the middle of the minefield, took the first bolt of lightning head-on.

The moment the lightning touched her body, her clothes were instantly burned away.

Yun Yici immediately used her protective energy to shield herself. After the protective energy took shape, it turned milky white, just like a piece of "underwear".

After being struck by lightning, a tingling sensation immediately spread throughout her body.

Yun Yici felt no pain at all; on the contrary, she felt that her body and soul were more in harmony.

Her eyes lit up, and she reached out to Huai Chuanjian, saying, "Come here!"

Sword cultivators' spiritual swords undergo a hundred rounds of tempering, making them resistant to both extreme lightning and fire. Yun Yici then thought of having Huaichuan Sword undergo the tempering of heavenly lightning as well.

Huai Chuan obediently flew into Yun Yici's hands.

Yun Yici pointed his sword at the sky, and then connected with three bolts of heavenly lightning.

Seeing that she had easily withstood the first few bolts of heavenly lightning, Wen Fuyue and the others outside were finally relieved.

Then two bolts of lightning the size of bowls struck the top of Yun Yici's head, making his head buzz.

She was still able to stand and discovered that her inner elixir had undergone a very strange change.

Her physical body originally contained a bright yellow golden core, but the core she cultivated in the Ghost Realm was a mysterious dark blue.

The heavenly lightning not only fused her soul and body into one, but the intense heat also seemed to melt her golden core and inner essence.

You are in me, and I am in you; the golden yellow and the deep blue blend together, slowly transforming into a small, golden-blue, glowing figure.

With the final three bolts of heavenly lightning, the thunder and fire sculpted her features and limbs. She smiled and took the place of the Golden Core, resembling a miniature version of Yun Yici.

Yun Yici looked inward at his body and found the perfect nascent soul flawless.

After the nine bolts of heavenly lightning passed, she was still standing!

Wen Fuyue and her companions were overjoyed, and the cultivators who happened to witness this scene were also full of amazement.

"This Nascent Soul Tribulation was passed so easily? I remember I went through a lot of trouble back then."

"But could this be Fairy Yun?"

The imperial edict to find the missing person caused quite a stir back then, and few of the old people in the Demon Palace were unaware of it.

"Hey, stop talking! His Majesty the Emperor has finally returned!"

At this moment, the Emperor's mind was entirely focused on Yun Yici, and he was too lazy to argue with the unfamiliar cultivators.

Seeing that Yun Yici was full of energy after the nine tribulations of lightning, he also felt proud.

Just as Di Zhao was about to step forward, Wen Fuyue stopped him, saying, "Fellow Daoist Di Zhao, wait. The nine heavenly lightning bolts have passed, but the tribulation clouds show no signs of dissipating."

The three of them, Wen Fuyue and her master, were filled with worry.

Unlike the imperial decree which exempted them from the tribulation of lightning, they, being human cultivators, naturally noticed that the tribulation clouds in the sky not only did not dissipate, but were becoming increasingly thick and severe.

Needless to say, the lightning in the clouds is also incredibly powerful; a bolt of lightning as thick as a bowl can be thicker than a person's waist.

Ning Tinglan speculated, "This tribulation is somewhat similar to my Nascent Soul tribulation back then."

"Junior sister, could it be that you intend to break through to the Nascent Soul stage in one fell swoop?"

Di Zhao felt as if his heart was hanging in Yun Yici's hands, tossed around and played with by her.

Zhu Jian said from the side, "Although Xiao Ci has been sleeping in the Abyss of Ten Thousand Demons for a hundred years, her body has been absorbing spiritual energy and cultivating on its own."

"As for the others, I don't know."

"But you can rest assured, she would never do anything she's not sure of."

Not long after, the first tribulation lightning strike of the Nascent Soul stage finally arrived.

Yun Yici gritted her teeth and tried to take the first bolt of lightning. The moment she was struck, she smelled the aroma of burning flesh.

Blood was gushing from her mouth and nose; she didn't even need to look to know that she had been cleaved in two.

The protective energy that could withstand a Nascent Soul cultivator was utterly ineffective against the Transformation Lightning Tribulation.

She circulated her internal energy, and the golden-blue nascent soul within her body began to emit faint light, repairing her damaged body like rain nourishing the earth.