Chapter 230: The Strange Being in the Bizarre Mist

Chapter 230: The Strange Being in the Bizarre Mist

A gigantic skeleton traversed the boundless void within the depths of the dense bizarre mist.

Its bones looked as though they were forged from molten gold, and its skeletal body resembled a cross between a lion and a tiger. Two massive seas of golden lightning made up its enormous pair of wings.

The lightning was so blinding that Pang Jian's eyes ached and teared up after just a single glance into the rift.

It was as if the skeleton held supreme authority over the mysteries of lightning.

Wiping away the tears from his bloodshot eyes, Pang Jian continued to risk his life by staring at the bizarre mist in the void rift.

The thick bolts of lightning within the strange creature's lightning wings seemed to transform into strange lifeforms.

In one sea of golden lightning, the lightning bolts morphed into bizarre and fierce beasts.

In the other, they condensed into slender, humanoid figures.

Boom!

Thunderous explosions reverberated deafeningly around them.

Each thunderclap sounded like the collapse of a Great Dao, containing the terrifying will to obliterate the heavens and earth with lightning.

The thunderous sounds were so powerful they seemed capable of allowing those in the highest cultivation realm with mastery of the essence of lightning to grasp the Dao of Lightning just by listening.

Pang Jian was deeply shaken.

The only other time he had felt such terrifying power was with the shattering of the Celestial Phoenix's bones.

What is it? And why is it drifting in the bizarre mist? Pang Jian wondered in bewilderment.

As Pang Jian gazed at it, two clusters of golden lightning formed within the empty eye sockets of the strange being.

The golden lightning traced out a character in the depths of each eye socket—The Abyss!

As soon as the character appeared, Pang Jian had the eerie feeling that the strange creature had locked onto his location in Cloud Lightning.

The Gate of the Abyss heated up against the skin of Pang Jian's chest.

Whoosh!

The one hundred and twenty-eight strands of divine sense in his sea of consciousness shrunk rapidly.

His mental energy drained away madly!

As Pang Jian gazed at the colossal being, he felt as if he had traversed down the vast river of time to peer into its past.

It once had flesh and blood, with a body that radiated dazzlingly golden divine light. It seemed to be a God of an unknown world and resembled a mix between a lion and a tiger.

One day, it ventured into the depths of the bizarre mist. Once it entered, it could not find its way back. No matter how hard it tried, it could not escape, and could only drift aimlessly in the depths of the bizarre mist.

Over the course of countless millennia, its flesh, tendons, organs, and eyes had worn away, gradually disintegrating from its body and fading into nothingness.

In the end, all that remained was this fleshless, golden skeleton.

The massive creature desperately sought a way back from the endless bizarre mist. It felt as though it had drifted for millions of years.

It had no sense of the passage of time and had no idea how long it had been trapped in the depths of the bizarre mist.

Then, one day, a void rift appeared in Cloud Lightning while Pang Jian was there. Or, more importantly, while the Gate of the Abyss was present.

It finally had a clear coordinate!

The characters formed from golden lightning in the depths of its eye sockets locked onto the Gate of the Abyss on Pang Jian's body.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Thunderous lightning strikes erupted all around.

Pang Jian, spirit battered and divine sense weakened, could only turn his head to look behind him.

Disciples of the Black Valley Sect, the Demon Sect, and the Celestial Lagoon Sect brandished their magical treasures and spirit artifacts to attack the white crane.

The white crane cursed as it soared through the lightning.

The foul-mouthed white crane had a pair of jet-black claws, one of which was adorned with a small spatial bracelet.

Its other claw grasped a withered bone covered in cracks.

It flew back and forth in the sky, using the withered bone to magically absorb the massive waterfalls of golden lightning.

Whoosh!

The massive lightning bolts piercing the sky and the earth of the restricted area transformed into thin strands of golden lightning the moment it entered the withered bone.

Even while collecting the golden lightning, the white crane's stream of profanities never stopped, constantly cursing the parents and unborn children of its opponents.

Interestingly, the white crane made sure to carefully avoid mentioning its master when fighting against the disciples of the major sects.

"Screw you all! Die!" the white crane screeched, pulling in dazzling white lightning bolts from afar to strike down upon the disciples in the Lightning Retribution Grounds.

The weaker disciples in the early stage of the Profound Abode Realm or the Innate Realm died one after another.

Gradually, the white crane's once agile flight through the air slowed, becoming heavy and burdened.

Pang Jian watched closely and soon noticed that the white crane's graceful flight would falter every time the withered bone in its claw collected a golden lightning bolt.

Although the collected golden lightning bolts appeared as fine as hair, it seemed that they still weighed down the withered bone once inside.

Even so, the white crane was determined to collect all the golden lightning and did not put the withered bone back into its spatial bracelet.

The disciples of the Demon Sect, the Black Valley Sect, and the Celestial Lagoon Sect continued to chase the wicked crane down.

They had also noticed that the white crane was slowing down and wanted to seize its withered bone.

Lei Kun approached Pang Jian after the void rift disappeared.

"Luo Yuan, you—you were so close to that void rift. Did you see anything?" he asked in a deep voice.

Pang Jian shook his head, "I only saw some lightning bolts shooting out from the endless bizarre mist."

"The bizarre mist envelops the entire Abyss. That void rift...could it lead to the edge of the Abyss?" Lei Kun did not doubt Pang Jian's words. Frowning, he continued, "Cultivators who accidentally enter the bizarre mist almost always mysteriously disappear.

"It's not just us. Even the powerful cultivators of the upper worlds avoid the bizarre mist. Luo Yuan, you were too reckless just now. You shouldn't have gotten so close."

The disciples from the Second World were still battling the white crane.

They and the white crane completely ignored Pang Jian and Lei Kun, having no time to deal with them.

"You're right, I was careless. I won't do it again," Pang Jian agreed, humbly accepting the advice.

Lei Kun smiled with satisfaction. "It's good that you can listen to reason. You're not bad at all."

He found the Sword Pavilion disciple in front of him quite agreeable.

"I know of another disciple from your Sword Pavilion who has recently garnered much attention. His name is Pang Jian.

"I'm glad I didn't listen to Jiu Yuan back then and decisively withdrew. Otherwise..." Lei Kun trailed off with a sigh.