It was said that to the west of the Sangzhou was the Huzhou. To the south of the Xi Zhou were the Huzhond the borders of the Huzhou were covered with thousands of large and small lakes.
And south of the Huzhou, at the edge of the ocean to the southernmost point, this area was occupied by the Laizhou.
The Laizhou was in a humid and hot climate. When the wet air from the Southern Ocean and the wet air from the Huzhou met in the air above the Laizhou, it made it so that there would be thunderstorms every day.
Furthermore, the secret realm had already fused with the space of the Laizhou. Borrowing the help of the Laizhou’s thunderous climate, the secret realm was able to absorb the power of thunder and lightning to maintain the Secret realm space. This caused the secret realm to become a barren land filled with raging thunder and lightning.
The terrain here was relatively flat, but there were a lot of gold and iron ores underground. Dark clouds covered the sky and lightning flashed within, thus the Thunder Mystic Realm was also known as the “Thunder Provenance” in the Laizhou.
Yang Junshan stood in the sky above the small hill, and watched as lightning bolts continuously struck down from the sky, as if they were chasing something, all the way towards Yang Junshan’s current location. He thought to himself that as expected, he had arrived, and at the same time, had secretly made preparations.
But very quickly, Yang Junshan’s face was filled with astonishment. As the descending lightning neared, he actually saw a person rushing towards him while bearing lightning bolts.
Looking at this person being struck by lightning, Yang Junshan couldn’t help but think to himself. Everyone said that he was wicked or was cursed by lightning, to what extent did this person’s luck get to that point that he would be struck down by lightning without even listening for a second.
Even though he was retorting in his heart, Yang Junshan quickly discovered that although every bolt of lightning that descended from the sky was not weaker than a full-powered attack of his spirit arts or supernatural powers, and was at least a little heavier than the bolt of lightning that Yang Junshan received previously, he did not seem to feel anything at all. Oh, no, it’s not like he did not feel anything at all.
He actually felt comfortable after being struck by lightning?
Even cultivators that excelled in lightning and thunder probably wouldn’t be able to reach this level, right?
Looking at the man’s satisfied face, Yang Junshan felt a deep chill from the bottom of his heart.
Just as Yang Junshan saw the cultivator running away with the lightning bolt on his back, the person also saw Yang Junshan standing on top of the hill.
Yang Junshan could clearly see that the cultivator had a cruel smile on his face, and then he pointed in his direction. Yang Junshan was startled, he knew that something was wrong, and immediately jumped down from the hill.
Just as he was about to jump off the hill, a bolt of lightning that was as thick as an arm suddenly streaked across the dark clouds above him, and meandered down from the sky, directly landing at the place where Yang Junshan had previously been standing at the top of the hill.
One had to know that the rock stratum here contained many metallic objects, and some even contained spiritual materials of decent quality. One could only imagine the degree of hardness of the material, but a lightning bolt had blown up a crater in the middle of the rock stratum, demonstrating the power of the lightning bolt.
However, what made his heart palpitate even more was that he didn’t know what the lightning bolt meant. Could it be that the lightning bolt was summoned by him?
Yang Junshan avoided a streak of lightning that struck him and was extremely shocked. The other party had already closed the distance of three hundred meters to Yang Junshan with Falling Lightning, and looking at the other party’s face filled with malicious intent, Yang Junshan finally knew that the other party was indeed hostile towards him.
Just as this thought rose in his mind, without even seeing the other cultivator’s movement, yet another bolt of lightning had already exploded right above Yang Junshan’s head.
This was the power of the lightning sacred art. Putting aside its power, just its speed alone was enough to make it hard for people to dodge. They could only block it head on.
This time, Yang Junshan used Sky Seal’s power to attack. A large hand made of vitality formed in mid air, grabbing towards the lightning that was descending from the sky.
A bolt of lightning exploded. The giant hand was struck by the bolt of lightning until it no longer had the appearance of being real. The bolt of lightning also exploded in the air, bursting apart like a blooming fire tree. It was extremely beautiful.
The two divine abilities clashed in midair, but in the end, both were heavily injured.
It was only at this time that Yang Junshan finally had the chance to carefully look at the cultivator who came with lightning strikes, and discovered that he had purple eyebrows and a red face, a face as sharp as an axe or a knife, and a pair of sparkling eyes that looked like two gems from afar. His clothes made him look like he had borrowed the power of lightning to transform into an exceptionally tall and sturdy man, witead of purple hair that was behind his shoulders, and streaks of lightning that descended from the sky, as though they were bathing him.
This person was like a spirit among the thunder and lightning, born to be the darling of thunder and lightning.
Just as Yang Junshan crushed the descending thunder, the purple-browed burly man couldn’t help but frown. It was clear that the strength Yang Junshan displayed caused him to be wary.
“Who are you? Where is this place? Was I struck by lightning?”
Yang Junshan was not sure if he was born from an illusion, or if he was a cultivator who had entered the Illusory Mist Dimension like him.
However, when the Cultivator Zi Mei heard Yang Junshan’s question, he only grinned, and gathered his hands in front of his chest, causing a ball of blinding light to suddenly explode.
Yang Junshan had actually discovered that his own aura had already been locked on by the other party. No matter where he tried to dodge to, he would inevitably get chased by the lightning.
Yang Junshan stomped his feet and an earth wall immediately rose up from the ground in front of him. The converging lightning bolts struck it and the earth wall instantly crumbled, but at this time, Yang Junshan was no longer behind the earth wall.
As the blinding lightning scattered, Yang Junshan appeared about thirty meters to the right. However, he suddenly realized that the place where the Cultivator Zi Mei was originally at was empty as well.
Yang Junshan’s heart jumped, he anxiously turned around, but there were still no traces of the Cultivator Zi Mei. Without thinking, Yang Junshan raised his hands into the air, and the protective gale Qi condensed above his head, instantly forming a mountain above his head.
Immediately after, the sky above Yang Junshan lit up, and two-thirds of the mountain range formed by the Nine Ruins True Divine Palace was sliced off, the omnipresent power of thunder and lightning permeated into his True Essence, although Yang Junshan’s body was strong, it was able to withstand such penetration, but at the moment, he could not help but stagger and almost fell to the ground.
At this moment, Cultivator Zi Mei was actually suspended high above Yang Junshan’s head. His entire body was faintly discernable amidst the thick black clouds, and like a magnet, he attracted the lightning that was born from the black clouds to gather around him. Then, he was casually controlled by him as he continued to strike at Yang Junshan.
This person’s cultivation was roughly the same as Yang Junshan’s, but as the darling of lightning, this person was firmly in control of the time and place, suppressing Yang Junshan to a sorry state. Several streaks of lightning rays, after being weakened by his defenses, finally struck his body, and that kind of searing pain and scars all over his body clearly told Yang Junshan, that if he still dared to doubt that all of this was illusory and false, then he would really perish here.
There were very few times when Yang Junshan fell into a disadvantageous position when he fought with cultivators of the same cultivation level, and being suppressed to such a sorry state by the Cultivator Zi Mei was something that had never happened before.
During this time in the Coldjade mountain range, he had first seen the giant fish overturning the giant boat in one leap outside of the illusionary mist, and then witnessed the scene of annihilating a cultivator. Now, he had encountered a situation where he was completely suppressed by cultivators of the same cultivation level, which he had never encountered before.
But now, he had to first pass the trial of Cultivator Zi Mei!
Being suppressed by the lightning in the sky from the Cultivator Zi Mei in midair, Yang Junshan did not put all his energy into defending and had never given up the idea of retaliating at any time.
Very quickly, Yang Junshan made use of this opportunity and extended his hand out into the air, activating the divine technique that he had been accumulating for a long time, Flying Stone Spirit Art!
The blazing meteor broke through the black clouds in the sky, causing the Cultivator Zi Mei to frown. He easily attracted the thunder around him and struck the flying rocks in the sky.
But taking advantage of this short period of time, Yang Junshan unleashed the “Inch into the ground” sacred art with all his might, and with just a few short steps, he had already appeared several hundred meters away, far out of the range of the Cultivator Zi Mei’s divine ability’s control.
That Cultivator Zi Mei revealed a mocking expression. The lightning glow that was originally gathering around him suddenly fused into his body, and then his entire body transformed intay of lightning, jumping a few times in the clouds before chasing after Yang Junshan. Afterwards, countless lightning bolts scattered down and instantly covered the area where Yang Junshan was standing.
Cultivator Zi Mei’s expression suddenly changed, he anxiously used his hand to remove the lightning that filled the sky, only to see that the ground was charred and not Yang Junshan.
Cultivator Zi Mei descended from the black clouds and started to pace around, looking around suspiciously.
More than five kilometers away, Yang Junshan crawled out of the ground with his face covered with dirt, and then laid down on the ground, his entire body was exhausted and on the verge of death, his exposed skin did not show a single bit of pain, and even though his body was tough enough, and his skin did not have any abrasions, the pain was real.
In the ice plains, it was easy to be blocked by the frozen soil; in the forest, it was easy to be blocked by the huge network of tree roots; in the lightning plains that were filled with metal ores, it was also easy to be blocked by the metal ores in the soil, making it difficult for this ability to work its full potential.
However, no matter what happened, these ten kilometers were at least enough for Yang Junshan to escape Cultivator Zi Mei in a short period of time.
He was confident that if not for the assistance of the lightning which was growing up from the dark clouds in the sky, when the two of them confronted each other, no matter how exquisite the Cultivator Zi Mei’s lightning arts were, it would not have been possible to suppress Yang Junshan to such an extent.
However, there were only two people who had appeared on the Thunder Provenance so far. If Yang Junshan wanted to defeat his opponent, he had to think of another way.