The sky suddenly started to rain. At first, it was a light drizzle, but then it grew heavier and soon became a downpour. Of course, this was not ordinary rain; it was spiritual rain bestowed by the Heavenly Dao as a reward after advancement.
The spiritual rain fell on Si Lin, and the charred skin on his face where the lightning had struck began to crack open, washed away by the rain. His skin turned fair, as smooth as a peeled egg.
Sitting cross-legged on the ground, he used the spiritual rain to replenish the dried-up Spiritual Power within his body, healing his internal injuries, while he contemplated the differences between the Half-step Immortal Rank and Peak Rank Nine.
Not far away, the disciples who had been arranged to witness Si Lin's advancement also sat cross-legged, cultivating. This was spiritual rain, which greatly benefited their cultivation—an opportunity not encountered in everyday life—which they naturally did not wish to waste.
