Zhao Rong made his way to the peak of Sacrificial Moon Mountain.
He arrived beside the Moon Pond at the summit.
By this ti, the night was deep.
During the day, people from the Li Territory flocked in like pilgrims, but now the clamor had dissipated.
The summit at this mont.
A newly constructed Moon Pond.
A solitary Thunder Wood.
And a pool of deep blue water.
Nine Heavens Cold Palace Flowers were scattered along the lake’s edge, like tiny round moons, as small as stars, embellishing the Moon Pond.
The atmosphere was as tranquil as water, with only the mountain wind howling.
Zhao Rong squatted before the Moon Pond, staring at the water’s surface.
At this mont, a bright moon hung high in the sky.
The Moon Pond also held a reflection of the moon.
It was quite fitting.
Because Zhao Rong knew that the Thunder and Rainbow Purple Gold Furnace quietly lay in the silt at the lake’s bottom, and within the furnace, a moon was gently rippling.
And beneath this Moon Pond were the relics of Wangque City.
Zhao Rong suddenly had a strange thought.
Could that transparent woman, whose obsession traversed ages, still be dancing above the relics of Wangque City, now also reaching the do of the ruins, waiting for his descent?
A feeling of being out of sync with ti and space.
Zhao Rong shook his head, dispelling these distracting thoughts.
The transparent woman’s Frosty Sky Garnt was still with Zhao Rong in his Suru Object; she did not teleport away with him from the Wangque City relics but left this Frosty Sky Garnt behind.
Zhao Rong knew this was her final gift to him.
He squatted by the Moon Pond in silence for a while.
Actually, he still had one doubt.
Could the transparent woman who regarded him as an elder brother be related to the ’moon’ within the Thunder and Rainbow Purple Gold Furnace?
Why did she specifically point it out to him before she left; could it be linked to her appearance?
Gui said she might be a princess from the Li Clan during the mythological era, so being accidentally awakened by the Li Ji Sword Pill in the furnace could be explained, but how did this princess have any connection with him?
Clearly, they were separated by countless eras, and he wasn’t a Liren, had no Liren blood, and the mories of his past life weren’t of any ancient mythological Liren.
Was it because of this new appearance? It was indeed a gift from Luo Xiu’s Pure White Cold Palace, so it resembled so Liren she knew who was akin to a brother?
Oh, and the strange attraction when he gazed at the Sin Abyss...
Zhao Rong was filled with confusion.
He thought he should visit the Wangque City relics again when he had the chance.
Of course, not now.
But rather after he had grown stronger, to make plans...
For now, he needed to pluck the moon.
With that thought.
The man by the water removed his outer clothes, took off the Jade Token sachet and other items, put them away, and for safety, only carried a Fallen Sword Bag and a long-prepared Water Avoidance Talisman with him.
He leaned forward and plunged in.
His figure vanished from the shoreline.
The next instant, beneath the deep blue surface, a flash of lightning seed to streak across.
Then,
a fist-sized gray object shot skyward, breaking through the water, wrapped in entwined lightning, and landed on the grass beside the Moon Pond.
Next, a certain disheveled figure struggled out from underwater, twitching from the electricity, crawled onto the shore, and collapsed on his back among the Nine Heavens Cold Palace Flowers, gasping for breath.
"Damn it, why does this water feel like it’s full of thorns? It’s numbed the hell out of ..."
He lay sprawled on the ground, with electric flashes still flickering over his body, his limbs twitching slightly, feeling like cursing.
Gui thought for a mont and calmly analyzed:
"It’s Heavenly Thunder; this pond water contains accumulated Heavenly Thunder from over ti. The summit of Sacrificial Moon Mountain is frequently visited by Heavenly Thunder, and most of the Heavenly Thunder absorbed by that distant Thunder Osmanthus has been channeled into this lake. Even though the Heavenly Thunder might have diminished, after ages of accumulation, this Moon Pond holds an incalculable amount of Heavenly Thunder, truly resembling a fearso Thunder Pond."
"Why didn’t you warn earlier?"
"Wanted you to try it out, just in case your unusual Martial Artist physique could withstand it," Gui said casually. "Besides, didn’t you already know a bit? Hmm, you’re just like , not expecting the ’Thunder Pond’ to be so powerful..."
"......" Zhao Rong was at a loss for words.
Gui sneered, "And aren’t you just courting death? Daring to take a Fallen Sword Bag down with you, the Fallen Sword Bag is made from Fallen Wood, which is naturally wood attribute and attracts thunder. Once you entered the water, it was like a child flaunting gold in the market, asking for trouble."
Zhao Rong lay panting, staring at the sky, ignoring this hindsight-spewing Sword Spirit.
By now, his body’s numbness had lessened a bit; he turned his head to look.
The Fallen Sword Bag was limply lying on the nearby grass.
It too was soaking wet, looking as bedraggled as Zhao Rong.
Nine-layered Heavenly Thunder’s electric light clung to the bag, lingering.
The bag spirit was also cowed, gray smoke not daring to erge from the bag’s opening to check on its master.
Zhao Rong closed his eyes, sensing, and comforting the bag spirit’s emotions.
Indeed, this oversight was on him.
Fortunately, the Fallen Sword Bag hadn’t suffered any fundantal damage. After all, when it was crafted, the North Sea Immortal had already considered the restraint of Heavenly Thunder and set up a corresponding defensive array...
However, this incident did reveal a weakness of the Fallen Sword Bag to Zhao Rong, that while the gray mist was extrely counteractive to Sword Cultivators, it feared objects with utmost yang and fierce nature like Heavenly Thunder.
"I just knew it was too easy for the Thunder and Rainbow Purple Gold Furnace to achieve Perfect Alchemy this ti; turns out there was a bigger trap underneath..." Zhao Rong muttered speechlessly.
Gui’s voice ca once more:
"Zhao Rong, do you have any ideas?"
Zhao Rong said nothing, waiting until he could move more freely before silently standing up.
He took a deep breath.
And dived right back into the lake.
Desperately diving deeper.
Taking advantage of being slightly immune after having just been attached by thunder.
Zhao Rong pressed his lips and clenched his teeth, struggling to go further into the depths of the lake.
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