Miracles have become a habit.
Ling Chuxi's figure had long been swallowed up by the pillar of lightning. The lightning was so glaring and so majestic that even if one activated the eye of divine sense, they would not be able to see Ling Chuxi within it, let alone the naked eye.
However, was there a need to see this? Not to mention that Ling Chuxi had not yet fully advanced to heavenly venerable, even a true heavenly venerable would have a thick layer of skin peeled off in the face of such tribulation lightning. Even if Ling Chuxi could keep her life, she would definitely be seriously injured. She would not even be able to keep her cultivation and was destined to become a cripple.