Fengyunlu

After a long wait, all the Taiyin energy finally condensed, and the small ball of light that had originally emitted a faint glow began to slowly shrink. As it shrank smaller and smaller, its brightness grew stronger and stronger. The originally dim light actually turned black when it shrank to the size of a palm, even black as ink, like a black water ball, rippling from time to time, and slowly fell into Gu Yuan's hand.

Master Gu Yuan gazed at the Taiyin Power in her hand, which was condensed by her lifelong practice, and nodded with satisfaction. She knew in her heart that as long as she wanted to use it, a thought would be enough. No matter where she was, the Taiyin Power fostered in the Yaochi Fairyland would return to her instantly. Even if she was trapped, as long as she was still the Great Emperor, with the Five Emperors' Tomb involved, even if someone wanted to forcibly stop it, they would not be able to interrupt the Taiyin Power from returning to the body through the Five Emperors' Tomb. This was exactly the method she relied on, and it was also the reason why she felt at ease to foster her cultivation in the Yaochi. But now she was trying to save people. If the Taiyin Power returned to the body, she would have to spend some effort to condense it again. It would be better to perform it directly in the Yaochi. After all, the Thunder Power was there, which saved unnecessary trouble.

"Go!" With a command, Master Gu Yuan shook her hand, and the Taiyin power she condensed disappeared instantly, heading straight for the bottom cave where the fairy flower was.

Lei Gong also felt the arrival of the power of Taiyin. He held up Long Tiexin's three-part Dingyuan Pearl in his palm, and the power of his soul immediately started to work. The three-part Dingyuan Pearl changed unpredictably, and seven colorful lights bloomed at the same time. When the pearl disappeared, the seven colorful lights had already wrapped around Lei Gong's whole body. The seven colors representing the power of the Seven Sages penetrated into his body, protecting the Seven Sages in Lei Gong's body, and connected to each other, forming an invisible traction, like an invisible light, hovering above Lei Gong's head, as if waiting for something.

At the same time, Lei Gong secretly activated the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Art, mobilizing his entire body's meridians, especially his damaged Purple Palace. He had been injured by the meridian-moving divine needle, and had repeatedly attacked with force, adding to the injuries. His meridians were scarred, and his Purple Palace was severely damaged, with signs of collapse. If it truly collapsed, not to mention Master Gu Yuan's help in healing him, even a true immortal would probably be of no use. Even if he could save his life, his cultivation would gradually decline until his power was gone and his life was scattered. Master Gu Yuan's disciple had been injured in this way by Lei Gong, and his Purple Palace was shattered and could not be restored. Even if Master Gu Yuan forcibly extended his life, he could not avoid the fate of his cultivation gradually declining. In fact, even if she had stayed in Yao Chi, her fate would have been inevitable, but the pain of power being gone and his life being scattered would be just as great, the only difference being that she would have been killed. Master Gu Yuan felt even more guilty, blaming himself for not protecting him.

This is also why Master Gu Yuan's disciple didn't actually die at Lei Gong's hands, yet all the blame was placed on Lei Gong. Actually, Master Gu Yuan wasn't wrong; even if he hadn't been killed, the outcome would have been the same, and his hatred for Lei Gong would have deepened. Even with the sect's friendship, Master Gu Yuan wouldn't help Lei Gong heal his wounds.

A sound slowly rang out from around Lei Gong, followed by countless thunders covering his entire body, mixed among the colorful lights. Lei Gong's dark blue figure appeared even deeper, as if the ancient Thunder God was in the primordial chaos. A mysterious secret slowly descended, and without Lei Gong knowing it, it had entered his body.

Afterwards, the thunder gathered more and more, and the figure of Lei Gong gradually disappeared, replaced by a real thunder, winding and shaking, flashing with lightning, as if containing endless heavenly power. This is the ninth level of the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Art, Yuan Tian Gui Yi Qi, which transforms itself into a real divine thunder, that is, the Purple Sky Divine Thunder.

However, this lightning was different from natural thunder. The lightning transformed by the Thunder Power was merely a manifestation of his cultivation. Moreover, the Thunder Power at this time was not used in combat, but only for healing. Therefore, the lightning was incomplete and lacked the unstoppable power of the true Purple Sky Divine Thunder. Otherwise, if the Nine Heavens' wrathful thunder roared, all spells would be useless. Even if Master Gu Yuan had used all his strength to heal him, he would have been blocked by the thunder, let alone healing.

Another thunderclap boomed, and the Thunder Art was unleashed once more, already reaching the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Art's Ninth Level Return to One method, activating the Primordial Body. He was already a Saint-level master, his cultivation reaching its peak, already possessing the Primordial Body. After eight transformations, only the last trace of Primordial Qi remained unrefined. Besides engaging the enemy in battle, the Ninth Level Return to One method was also used to refine Primordial Qi.

Lei Gong, this fellow, had suffered countless injuries on the battlefield, nearly dying. But guess what? Those injuries had brought him unexpected benefits. After the destruction of his Purple Palace, he unexpectedly comprehended the essence of Primordial Chaos. This moment of destruction and subsequent reconstruction gave him the opportunity to reshape his body. Although he didn't reach the realm of Nirvana and Primordial Chaos, his recovery from his injuries had led to a qualitative leap in his cultivation. The Primordial Qi generated by the destruction of the Purple and Divine Palaces had become even more refined, a benefit that was simply irreplaceable and invaluable. Therefore, Lei Gong was now concentrating his divine powers, using the method of Nine-fold Unity to repair himself, hoping for a blessing in disguise.

Just as Lei Gong completed his Ninefold Return to One divine power and his body was returning to its original form from the effects of thunder, Master Gu Yuan's Taiyin energy descended at just the right moment. Lei Gong looked up and saw a black ball of light, incredibly solid. The Taiyin essence contained within it was almost deadly, as if it were the essence of Master Gu Yuan's lifelong cultivation. This ball of light now resembled the inner core of the demonic path, directed by Master Gu Yuan, harnessing his power while Lei Gong healed his wounds.

"The timing is perfect." Lei Gong muttered softly, then his eyes became firm, and the invisible traction above his head took advantage of the situation. The black ball of light seemed to be pulled by a transparent rope, and with a "swish" sound, it plunged into the colorful ball of light.

As the black ball of light entered, a rustling sound continued to echo. The light ball split into countless tiny gray rays above Lei Gong's head. Some of the rays slowly entered his body along the top of his head, while others were drawn by the seven-colored light and slowly seeped into 365 major acupoints throughout his body.

Although this process was a bit slow, Lei Gong was not impatient. He just kept practicing the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Art, evolving the Taiyin power that entered his body with thunder, twisting them into an inseparable force, which then flowed through the meridians throughout his body until it finally gathered in the Purple Palace.

At the same time, the colored light transformed from Long Tiexin's three-part Dingyuan Pearl also participated, each of the seven colors of light splitting off and converging into the thunder. The true essence of the Thunder Power flowed through his body like thunder, and now eight more colors of light participated in the process, implicitly coinciding with the meaning of the Nine Daos returning to the Purple Mansion. The Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Art seemed to possess extraordinary power.

The universe is vast, with thunder reigning supreme. The Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Art is the most supreme of these vastnesses. Among the current esoteric sects, no sect can surpass the Thunderbolt Hall in this area, and none can rival the Thunder Art in this respect. However, the Thunder Art is inherently masculine and masculine, and previously, cultivating Divine Thunder had yielded twice the result with half the effort. But today, as he recovers from his injuries, he draws the power of the Taiyin into his body, the harmony of yin and yang seemingly allowing him to experience an unprecedented state of mind.

However, within this state of mind, Lei Gong always felt like something was missing. Every time he was about to reach it, it would be shattered by an unknown force, and the state of mind he had sensed would disappear. However, whenever the yin and yang forces were slightly harmonized within his purple palace, the state of mind would appear out of thin air, albeit slowly and hazily. But every time he tried to explore it further, it would be shattered by an unknown force.

After nine consecutive times like this, Lei Gong couldn't help but sigh, "It seems my opportunity hasn't arrived yet, and the Zhoutian realm is difficult to reach. However, I previously used secret techniques to force my way in, and I also gained some insights. I think it's because of this reason that this yin and yang and five elements infusion has caused some flashes of enlightenment when I was seriously injured."

Lei Gong muttered to himself, his recovery had reached a critical juncture. As the Taiyin energy continued to flow in, the meridians began to seep in, while the Five Elements' energy also combined to repair them. Lei Gong's body was gradually recovering. Though the process was slow, it was a matter of vital importance to his entire body, and the pain in his bones could not be taken lightly. Furthermore, his Purple Palace had begun to show signs of recovery.

Many previously dilapidated and ruined areas, as well as those injured by the meridian-moving divine needles, were now beginning to crumble. Under the influence of the balancing power of yin and yang and the alternating effects of the five elements, they were gradually being purged of impurities and transformed into new life. Furthermore, Lei Gong had repeatedly engaged in combat while severely injured and exhausted, repeatedly unleashing his own potential. This impacted the Purple Palace, which also bore many signs of decay. The Purple Palace, which was supposed to mimic the dynamics of heaven and earth, now saw dim stars, the sun and moon shimmering, and even the earth beneath its feet, rivers dried up and mountains crumbled. However, with the continuous influx of Taiyin power, combined with Lei Gong's own thunder techniques and the replenishing power of the Three-Divided Yuan Pearl, some vitality began to emerge. Mountains and rivers seemed to be closing, and the rivers were already flowing with refreshing rain. Seeing this, Lei Gong knew that recovery from his injuries was imminent.

A sharp glint flashed in Lei Gong's eyes, and then he slowly closed them, his hands deftly forming seals. The Twelve Palace Seals flew through his hands, finally settling firmly between Zi and Wu. He held the seals firmly in place, motionless. Then, he gently channeled a trace of divine consciousness, which landed upon Xuantian, and a figure materialized within the Purple Mansion. This incarnation of the primordial spirit formed the Zi seal with his left hand and the Wu seal with his right. Sitting cross-legged, like a replica of Lei Gong, it appeared within the Purple Mansion in a mysterious location resembling the peak of Thunder Mountain.

Before the incarnation of Lei Gong's primordial spirit, purple clouds rolled across the sky, crimson smelt like fire, and the vast expanse stretched endlessly. A waterfall hung from the heavens, and countless rays of purple heavenly divine thunder cascaded down like a cascade. Within his Purple Mansion, he mimicked the sacred scenery of Thunder Mountain, conjuring a replica of a thunder pool. This Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Pool was the foundation of all Lei Gong's cultivation. The purple heavenly divine thunder represented not only his cultivation but also the culmination of his lifelong practice. However, due to previous exhaustion and severe injuries, this replica, while imposing, lacked true might. Though lightning flashed within the crimson smelting pool and surged, it was not genuine purple heavenly divine thunder. Instead, it was the residual essence of Lei Gong, gathering there, barely sustaining the source of his Purple Mansion. If this thunder pool were destroyed, it would spell the end of Lei Gong's life, and all his cultivation would dissipate with it.

This, too, was Lei Gong's final trump card. If the situation became irreversible, Lei Gong, with his unyielding character, would rather die standing than live in humiliation. In this life-or-death situation, he would unhesitatingly mobilize everything, including his entire essence, blood, and spirit. Combining all three, his heart's will, he would surely deliver a decisive victory. Such a scene of snow falling from the sky would mark Lei Gong's final glory, proving him a truly peerless master. Even a formidable figure like Cangyun Emperor Bai Qianyi would be forced to temporarily avoid Lei Gong's resolute counterattack.

"The Dao of the Nine Heavens is vast and majestic, like the bright moon parting the clouds, like a beautiful woman unveiling her veil, like a distant river, like an endless continuation..." Lei Gong silently recited the general principles of the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Art, his true essence constantly flowing, and the power of the Taiyin also poured in continuously. Thanks to his efforts, the Thunder Pool was gradually recovering its vitality.

At this crucial moment, Lei Gong's silent recitation suddenly ceased, and the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Art also came to an abrupt halt. He realized that he seemed to have taken the wrong path in his cultivation of the harmonious balance of yin and yang. Divine thunder, the most yang, should be extremely strong, but after practicing for so long, his mind was shaken by a tiny benefit. Lei Gong's heart should be as firm as a rock, not easily shaken, but the infusion of Taiyin power brought him tangible benefits. Not only did his injuries heal, but his inner purple palace was also gradually improving.

The current emergency at Thundering Mountain caused Lei Gong to hesitate once again. He knew his divine thunder path should not be chaotic, but the gentle energy of the Taiyin force made it difficult for him to let go. Even if Master Gu Yuan withdrew the Taiyin energy after healing, some traces would remain. If Lei Gong's divine thunder physique were to be tainted by the Taiyin energy, his future path of cultivation would become uncertain, and he didn't know whether it would be a blessing or a curse.

Although Lei Gong hesitated, he had already made his stance clear, and now he couldn't give up easily. He could only bite the bullet and continue his gamble, to see if the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Art was truly indispensable. After all, it was the Dao passed down by his ancestors, and his own practice hadn't surpassed them. Perhaps his ancestors' Dao was imperfect, but with the yin and yang harmony of Taiyin energy, perhaps he could break through the bottleneck and overcome the dilemma of no one in the Pili Hall lineage reaching the Zhoutian realm. If this could be achieved, Lei Gong would have paved a new path for the Pili Hall lineage, leading to its great prosperity.

However, the Thunderbolt Hall has a ten-thousand-year legacy, and such a sect is known to produce countless talents. Lei Gong doubted that previous generations had never considered other possibilities, nor dared to attempt them. Lei Gong believed that the Zhoutian realm could only be forced, not truly achieved, for two reasons. On the one hand, perhaps, as is currently the case, the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Art lacked a crucial link, and the predecessors failed to achieve it because they had not encountered a true opportunity. On the other hand, the power of the Taiyin is unique, and the cultivation of the two paths, regardless of the sect, such an attempt would not have been possible in the ten-thousand-year history of the Thunderbolt Hall.