Fengyunlu

Although Fengchen's soul wasn't particularly powerful, he could still clearly sense everything happening within a few dozen feet around the altar. Just now, he felt it from front to back; the Thunder Power move had already pushed Jiuyou into a desperate situation.

If all went well, even if he was ultimately devoured by Jiuyou and perished in the Thunder Pool, the latter would still not be able to leave Thunder Mountain. "It's fine," Lei Gong replied calmly, releasing his seal. Without waiting for the words to trail off, Lei Gong revealed his murderous intent and unleashed a slashing blow, directed at the silent Jiuyou Emperor, hidden within the demonic grudge: "I'll say this only once. When the divine thunder strikes, if you, Jiuyou, won't embarrass this unfortunate nephew of mine, I will grant you a favor today and release you from Thunder Mountain to be led by the humble sect. Otherwise, even if you unleash all your demonic power, I, Lei Gong, will guarantee that you, Jiuyou, will perish in the Thunder Pool!"

Lei Gong's words were filled with pride, and Feng Chen, who was standing by, was actually moved. He remembered that his father, Feng Wanlin, had been just as detached from the world, perhaps even more so. He also remembered that when he was a child, every time his parents took him and Bai Yu back to the Cangyun Sect to visit relatives, the Xuanmen they met along the way would all look down upon him and treat him with less respect than his father.

Even during that sudden incident, when good and evil clashed, and Demon Lord Xu Yi appeared with seven masters from the humble family, they were similarly frightened away by his father's words. His demeanor was like a mountain, inspiring endless admiration in Fengchen. If I had waited a few years to strengthen my meridians, or if nothing had happened, then my parents and the clan wouldn't have... Fengchen pondered this, and suddenly a flash of inspiration struck him, as if he had grasped something, yet he remained uncertain. Just as he was about to delve deeper, Jiuyou's cold words interrupted his train of thought.

"Kid, if you have the guts, then use them. Why waste your words?" Jiuyou had barely finished speaking when Fengchen, before Lei Gong could even finish his words, shouted, "Hmph! Don't be so mad, old dog! We'll settle all our old grudges together. Even if I have to burn this broken body, I'll kill you right here!"

Fengchen finished speaking, his face lingering with anger. His train of thought had been interrupted, and he couldn't continue. He felt the matter was incredibly important, and being so blocked, he wanted to kill Jiuyou right away to vent his anger. Lei Gong didn't understand Fengchen's thoughts, assuming he was simply resentful of the past and harboring a blood feud, so he offered words of advice: "Little Fengzi, don't be impatient. Don't try to be foolish. Just hold on to your life. Uncle Lei is here for the rest. Don't let your loved ones grieve at the expense of your enemies. Do you remember this?"

"I've got it. I was just upset when something on my mind was interrupted. Don't worry, Uncle Lei, I'll be more sensible." Feng Chen knew he couldn't speak lightly about life and death, and seeing Lei Gong's worried expression, he said so. Lei Gong's expression softened upon hearing this, and he nodded. "Well, it's time to begin. Uncle Lei's body is too full of thunder, and I'm afraid it will disrupt the power of the divine thunder, so it's not appropriate to be here. I will protect you outside the altar."

Jiuxiao's wrath roared like divine thunder, rendering all other methods useless. This was truly true. Fengchen couldn't utter a single curse; even with his primordial spirit as witness, he was silenced by the overwhelming might of the heavens. His demonic flames, shrouded in gray and black, contracted and stagnated, unable to tremble. His frail frame buckled, ready to be crushed to the ground, crouching on the dais.

Enduring the pain of being crushed all over, and bearing the pressure brought by the gathering divine thunder, Fengchen roared in rage, his words resounding to the heavens. All the humiliation and helpless blood hatred in his heart burst out in that roar, but after his roar, before his heroic spirit could rise again, he was knocked down by the even stronger pressure on the high platform.

"Little one, accept your fate. You're my tonic. There's no point in struggling. I'll give you a quick death later." Fengchen, caught in the vortex of fate, felt an irresistible force. It seemed as if all his struggles were in vain, and he could only helplessly accept his fate. But even in despair, a spark of stubbornness still burned within him. He refused to give up. He waited for that opportunity, for the arrival of the Purple Sky Divine Thunder, for the moment when Jiuyou truly appeared. He would use his own thunder power to completely destroy the being that mocked him.

Fengchen's heart was filled with unwavering faith. He refused to believe that this vast avenue would so cruelly tease him. Although the innate spirit had accompanied him in his broken body and had brought disaster upon himself three years earlier, and now offered him hope, it had also plunged him into despair, leaving him facing the danger of being devoured. He was speechless, but he still refused to give up. He would do his utmost, even if it meant resigning himself to fate. He refused to believe that fate would tease him.

"Forget it, just wait..." Fengchen struggled in agony. He struggled several times, trying to get up, but the overwhelming pressure kept him immobile. Finally, he gave up, rolled over, and lay directly on the platform, quietly awaiting the final divine thunder. Jiuyou seemed to have understood and remained silent, no longer mocking him. A solemn silence remained on the altar.

In this solemn silence, only a few faint rumbles of thunder could be heard, and a few wisps of residual pressure raged. Fengchen's panting mixed with the thunder, and he could only wait quietly, waiting for the judgment of fate...

"Master Lei, this kid doesn't understand, and you're letting him mess around?" Outside the altar, Lei Gong stood by the Thunder Pond, waiting with the others. Suddenly, a divine thought reached his ears, a voice tinged with worry. It was from Zhuang Mo, who had previously warned and helped him. Lei Gong's eyes shifted slightly, and he responded, "Why? You're so concerned, aren't you just repaying a favor?"

"Whatever you think, I paid it back for Ali, but...ah." Zhuang Mo only said half of his words, but turned them into a light sigh, which seemed to contain both regret and hatred.

After a while, Zhuang Mo sighed bitterly and asked again, "Master Lei, have you ever regretted anything in these years?" "Did it work?" Lei Gong didn't answer directly, but only asked a question in return. This question seemed casual, but it contained endless profound meaning. Zhuang Mo smiled slightly and said, "Haha, yes, it really didn't work, it's just a pity."

"What's a pity? It's just..." Lei Gong paused halfway through his words, as if he had sensed something. A trace of memory flashed in his eyes, and then he waved his sleeves and looked firmly in the direction of the altar.

Meanwhile, trapped within the cage, Zhuang Mo sensed the brewing might of an immense and powerful divine power. "Is it coming?" Just as Zhuang Mo finished his words, Lei Teng, who was controlling the Immortal Absolute Formation outside the Thunder Pool, suddenly announced in a thunderous voice, "Draw the Eight Desolations, pass through the Nine Layers, gather the Purple Heavenly Divine Thunder, and rise!"

"Understood!!" As the order was given, the Immortal Absolute Array was activated, and the command flags were waved in all directions. In the east, west, south, north, southeast, northeast, southwest, and northwest of the Immortal Absolute Array, a purple-blue, blue-purple, and ink-colored thunder seal with an edge rose from each of the eight positions in the wilderness.

These thunder seals represented eight different manifestations of the word "thunder." They took the form of talismans, chants, ink marks, the embellishments of treasures, and the dynamics of derived decrees. In short, all methods shared the same purpose: to guide divine thunder. When the eight thunder seals were simultaneously directed into the air, they coalesced, and a roar of thunder suddenly erupted from the formation. The sound resounded through the nine heavens, captivating the heart and soul, terrifying the world, and finally reverberating within the pool of thunder.

The sound was heart-shaking, as if it could penetrate everything and shake every soul. Ten thousand thunders within the Thunder Pool were stirred, followed by thousands more, like stars dancing in the vast sky. Soon, as the sound within the Thunder Pool gradually subsided, the eight-sided thunder seals within the formation stabilized. Lei Teng waved the Immortal Absolute Palm banner in his hand, and a somewhat illusory, colorless thunder seal surged from the Immortal Supreme Throne he guarded.

Initially, the Thunder Seal was only palm-sized, but as Lei Teng continuously poured power into the formation, it grew ever larger, finally reaching a height of nine zhang (13.5 feet) tall, eight zhang (13.5 feet) wide, and six zhang (13.5 feet) thick when it finally settled in mid-air. Seeing this, Lei Teng quickly formed a "Yin Zi" spell in his hand, his True Essence surging. His Divine Mind rapidly swirled, sweeping across the entire formation in an instant. In the blink of an eye, he completed the transformation of his power, reaching the realm of the Immortal.

"Nine Immortals' Divine Guidance, Conclusion!!" As the last word fell, the divine thunder seals in the eight directions suddenly stagnated, and then rushed towards the colorless thunder seal like a shooting arrow.

Just like magic, eight blue-purple lightning seals disappeared into the air in the blink of an eye, and then the protective power of the Immortal Absolute Array surged like a tide.

This is not only the key to protecting Fengchen from harm, but also the mysterious power that awakens the Purple Sky Divine Thunder and brings vitality to all things. Because of this, there is still a glimmer of hope on the brink of destruction.

"Go!!" When the air changed from colorless to purple-blue and finally to completely purple, Lei Teng waved the command flag and muttered something. The Nine Immortal God's Seal rushed towards the Thunder Pool like a tornado, heading straight for Chi Lian who was pressing on the mountains.

It was quiet. No momentum, no sound, no ripples. The Nine Immortal Divine Guides, like a drop of water in the ocean, silently sank into the crimson purple clouds. It was as if nothing had happened. After a long moment, a faint sound was heard. Then, a strong wind blew, thunderclouds rolled, and a dark cloud slowly appeared from nowhere, obscuring the sky.

Thunder rumbled faintly within the dark clouds, carrying immense power and shimmering with a hint of purple light. The power within the Thunder Pool, which had previously only stirred the wind and dust, now even Lei Teng and his companions began to struggle. The Thunderbolt Hall disciples within the formation also mobilized their own kung fu to resist.

However, the thunder power in the thunder pool seemed to be fearless and almost unaffected. Facing such tremendous divine power, it remained calm and stood proudly, which showed how profound its cultivation was.

There is another person in the Thunder Pool who, like Lei Gong, seems indifferent to all this. That is Yan Jun Zhuang Mo who is imprisoned in a cage. His cultivation level has made countless righteous people in awe a hundred years ago, and now it is even more unfathomable.

"Master Lei, it's not too late to stop now. Once the divine thunder falls, you will regret it." Zhuang Mo spoke again under the might of heaven. He seemed to really care about Feng Chen's life and death. He kept reminding and persuading people, making it hard to tell whether he was sincere or had ulterior motives.

Lei Gong wanted to say "it's okay", but suddenly remembered something, so he asked back: "You once worshipped Tianjizi as your master, why didn't you calculate the fate of this child yourself?" "I calculated it, but I couldn't figure it out. It seems that my practice is not enough and I can't peek into the way of heaven." Zhuang Mo answered with some shame.

Lei Gong said calmly, "Not necessarily. Before this child came, he had the protection of the Great Emperor Cang Yun. Even the calculations of the Heavenly Master Tongtong couldn't predict it." "No wonder..." Zhuang Mo pondered for a moment and continued, "Master Lei is asking me not to target this child?"

"It can be said that today is destined to be a chaotic situation. If someone from Hanmen comes, if something happens to this child, you will go with him." Lei Gong's words had a hidden meaning. He knew that Hanmen would come to rescue Zhuang Mo, and he said this so that Zhuang Mo could pass on the message through Hanmen. If anyone dared to threaten him with Fengchen, he would eliminate him immediately.

"Master Lei, you're worrying too much. If Bai Ximeng hadn't broken into the Imperial Garden and tempted Feng Wanlin to rescue people in the pagoda, how could Ah Li be resurrected? How could I harm their descendants for such a great favor?" Zhuang Mo answered frankly, without any affectation. Lei Gong nodded, a hint of reminiscence in his eyes, and continued, "Just remember it."

As soon as he finished speaking, a mighty roar echoed through Thunder Mountain. This roar not only scared away the many beasts in the Fuyang Mountains, but also awakened the monsters and alien races sleeping in the deep mountains. Even the masters of the Xuanmen in the distant Cangyuan were aware of it.

"Huh? What is this...?" Someone muttered to himself in the dim light... He didn't have the energy to scream anymore, his whole mind was focused on practicing the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Art, and he didn't even have time to pay attention to the remaining demonic energy and the Nine Netherworld Demonic Grudges within it.

He understood that no matter how difficult it was, he had to draw in the divine thunder. Otherwise, if Jiuyou appeared, no one could guarantee his chances of survival. Eight powerful purple heavenly thunderbolts plunged into the thunder pool like a trigger. This force was far greater than the purple heavenly thunder waterfall that hung upside down year-round in the Red Refining. That thunder waterfall was merely an excessive release of divine power. While violent, it was aimless and ineffective.

These eight bolts were guided by the Immortal Absolute Array. They had a clear goal: to intercept any that crossed their path. The Nine Immortal Divine Guides were personally wielded by Lei Teng, the Dao-holding Immortal Venerable of the Thunderbolt Hall. The Immortal Absolute Palm Order possessed its own extraordinary evolution. The only thing to see was the eight, several-foot-thick, purple heavenly thunderbolts, carrying overwhelming might and radiating endless radiance, illuminating the entire sky before ultimately crashing into the Thunder Pool and charging towards the altar.

There is no imaginary magnificence, only quiet waiting...