The Innate Thunder Beast, wielding the power of thunder and lightning, its might was boundless.
Yet now, it had been subdued by Zhong Lin. Although it still displayed a defiant deanor, it had already retracted its surrounding thunder and lightning, reduced its size, and stood quietly in place.
Fang Yun retracted the golden hairpin that floated above her head, and then flew over, though her expression was sowhat complicated.
She knew Zhong Lin might be strong, but did not expect him to be this unexpectedly strong, so... terrifying.
He killed Chuandeng Monk, turned thunder into water to drive away enemies, and finally subdued an Innate Thunder Beast.
"Senior Brother Zhong..."
Fang Yun was montarily at a loss on how to ask Zhong Lin for the Thunder Beast Horn, after all, it was not she who subdued the Thunder Beast. Taking a deep breath, she softly said, "Congratulations, Senior Brother Zhong, for subduing the Innate Thunder Beast. Your might is awe-inspiring."
Zhong Lin spoke at this mont: "Junior Sister Fang Yun, this Innate Thunder Beast has great use for , it seems I can’t give you the horn."
"Senior Brother Zhong, don’t be so courteous. The Thunder Beast was subdued by you, even if you give it to , I don’t dare to accept it! I would feel undeserving." Fang Yun said with a smile.
A carefree expression on her face.
Compared to obtaining the Thunder Beast Horn, Fang Yun preferred to gain Zhong Lin’s friendship. Besides, she couldn’t beat him!
Zhong Lin pondered for a mont, then turned his gaze to the Thunder Beast, sending a wisp of thought into its sea of consciousness.
The Innate Thunder Beast displayed anger, scraped its forelimbs on the ground, and terrifying thunder stirred around it, but in the end, it lowered its head.
The next mont, a drop of golden blood the size of a baby’s head seeped out from the Thunder Beast’s skin, with countless golden arcs of electricity flashing within. A terrifying and oppressive aura emanated from it, accompanied by a fragrance.
"Thunder Beast Essence Blood!"
Fang Yun exclaid, her eyes fixed ardently on the drop of golden essence blood.
This was Thunder Beast Essence Blood. The essence blood is the foundation of both martial artists and demon beasts, nearly as vital as life itself, containing the purest power. For a Thunder Beast, it is exceedingly precious, holding the mysteries of thunder within.
If a martial artist obtained it, they could not only refine their body with it but also have a chance to comprehend the realm of thunder within it, making it an invaluable treasure.
Zhong Lin flicked his finger, and the drop of Thunder Beast Essence Blood flew directly towards Fang Yun.
Fang Yun quickly took out a Jade Gourd from her bosom to collect it, fearing any mishap, knowing that essence blood is more precious than the horn.
After all, unless one could capture an Innate Thunder Beast alive and use secret techniques to extract it, it’s otherwise impossible to obtain the essence blood, testant to its value.
"Thank you, Senior Brother Zhong."
Fang Yun deeply bowed to Zhong Lin.
"No need to be so courteous, this is your due."
Were it not for Fang Yun’s intervention, the Innate Thunder Beast would long have fled, and there would have been no chance for him. Since the horn couldn’t be severed, giving a drop of essence blood was a fitting compensation.
Having lost a drop of essence blood, the Thunder Beast beca extrely lethargic, and its aura waned.
Zhong Lin waved his right hand, and the Form and Spirit Sect portal flew out from his Dantian, opening wide to directly collect the Thunder Beast and store it in the secret realm’s Primordial Vein, nurturing it with endless Primordial Qi.
"Moo!"
The previously lethargic Innate Thunder Beast, upon sensing the Heaven and Earth Essence Qi surrounding it, let out a beast roar towards the sky and found a flat spot within the Spirit Stone Mountain Range to fall into a deep sleep. With each breath, Essence Qi flowed into its body like pythons, becoming nourishnt for its growth.
With a Primordial Vein like this to aid its growth, it wouldn’t take long to replenish the lost essence blood, and its growth speed would increase a hundredfold.
After all, no one else would personally own a whole Primordial Vein like Zhong Lin.
"Junior Sister Fang Yun, I must take my leave; I have matters to attend to."
Zhong Lin nodded and flew away.
"Senior Brother Zhong, if you have the ti, you are welco to visit the Fang Domain. I will be there to receive you."
Fang Yun called out to Zhong Lin’s departing figure, reluctant to leave.
...
"Saint Heir, it’s right here."
Above a valley, Cheng Xingye said respectfully.
Zhong Lin nodded, saying nothing. Within his Dantian, Spiritual Origin circulated, and the unique aura of the "Mystic Sky Dragon Transformation Technique" emanated.
Monts later, Zhong Lin sensed a series of responses from a concealed spot within the valley.
"Found it."
With a step, he flew directly into the valley.
What seed to be an ordinary valley turned out to be hiding a city ruin.
The entire city was composed of stones filled with ancient thunder patterns, seemingly a whole. These mysterious and vast thunder-patterned stones appeared not to belong to this world.
Gently brushing his fingers against the patterns, a numbing sensation traveled through him, and faint arcs of electricity could be seen flickering.
"Spirit Thunder Stone? Building a city with Spirit Thunder Stones is truly extravagant." Zhong Lin exclaid in surprise.
Spirit Thunder Stone is a variant of Spirit Stone, filled with thunder attribute Essence Qi. Although these Spirit Thunder Stones were now devoid of living Qi, they were extrely hard and naturally absorb thunder.
Many martial artists training in Thunder Skill seek Spirit Thunder Stones to integrate into their Lifebound Weapons, enhancing their resistance to thunder. Yet here, Spirit Thunder Stone was used to build a city, showcasing extravagance.
This massive city had long fallen into ruin, leaving only crumbling remnants. Yet still, countless bolts of thunder flashed within, each capable of tearing the land, evaporating seas, with calamitous thunder roaming, potentially lethal even to martial artists of the Life and Death Realm.
"Long Zhao is only at the Primordial Pill Realm, why would he co here?"
Zhong Lin was filled with doubt, but at this mont he could only focus on finding Long Zhao.
Activating Protective Gang Qi, the Ten Directions Gang Evil hovered above like a canopy, enveloping him in radiant light, isolating the surrounding thunder.
As he stepped into the city ruin, the thunder that roared outside was calm here, with deep, labyrinthine passages devoid of life or the presence of living beings—a silent, empty city.
Using the Mystic Sky Dragon Transformation technique to sense Long Zhao’s aura, he wove through the palaces, layer upon layer, traversing for two full hours before finally stopping in front of an abandoned palace.
With a wave of his right hand, a mighty force shattered the Stone Gate before him, revealing a vast hall where Long Zhao lay unconscious in a corner.
At that mont, Long Zhao appeared extrely pitiful, his body battered and weak, as fragile as a candle in the wind, on the verge of extinguishing at any mont.
Zhong Lin was startled and quickly rushed over.
"The Xuandan is shattered."
Feeling Long Zhao’s injuries, a flash of anger crossed Zhong Lin’s face.
Understanding that the Xuandan is the foundation of a martial artist’s Martial Arts, even a crack in it can cause a severe loss of Vital Qi.
Reviews
All reviews (0)