Shenwu Yutianlei

"Not enough..." Shen Yun murmured in a low voice, the lightning that suddenly surged in his eyes almost pierced his pupils, and his palms formed seals quickly at a speed that was difficult to see with the naked eye.

The mental method of "Thunder God Sutra" was running wildly in his body. The roar of the spiritual power surging in his meridians was like thunder. The lightning seed that had been dormant for many years deep in his dantian was now spinning like a wheel, and its surface was cracked with fine lines. The dazzling light it emitted actually penetrated his skin and flesh and formed a flickering spot of light in his lower abdomen, like a miniature sun embedded in his abdomen.

The Qinglei Sword at his waist seemed to be sensitive to something, and with a clear "clang" sound, it pierced the night sky. The sound was as loud and clear as a crane's cry in the sky, and it even caused ripples in the surrounding miasma.

The long sword was automatically unsheathed and hovered half a foot in front of him. The star patterns on the sword were like lit lamps, starting from the two words "Qingming" on the hilt of the sword and lighting up one point at a time all the way to the tip of the sword. The faint blue starlight and the purple-gold lightning rising from the palm of his hand complemented each other, and the blue and purple lights intertwined into a dense light net in mid-air, as if the thunder path and star tracks between heaven and earth had reached a perfect resonance at this moment.

Even the moonlight above was attracted by this power, casting a faint golden glow that merged into the light net, adding a bit of sacred majesty to this thunder power.

"Thunder!"

Following this roar, the third level of "Thunder God Technique" was unleashed with all his strength without reservation.

The sound waves, accompanied by the violent force of thunder and lightning, exploded in the forest, and actually created a circle of air waves visible to the naked eye at the edge of the poisonous miasma forest, blowing the rotten leaves and gravel on the ground three feet high.

Shen Yun's body was instantly covered by violent lightning spiritual power. Purple-gold arcs of electricity poured out from his body like an upside-down Milky Way, and traveled along the meridians on the surface of his body to form dense lightning patterns - those patterns were just like the ancient totems mentioned in "Thunder God Sutra", sometimes condensing into a galloping thunder dragon, and sometimes turning into exploding thunder flowers, wrapping his entire body in a dazzling electric light.

In just a few breaths, he was wrapped in a ball of flashing lightning. The crackling sound produced by the collision of arcs around him was continuous, like countless firecrackers ringing in his ears. The air was filled with a faint smell of ozone, mixed with the burnt smell of lightning burning miasma, forming a unique breath. This breath was both domineering and sacred, causing the surrounding evil spirits to subconsciously retreat.

The lightning flashes were not random, but flowed in strict accordance with the mental method of the Thunder God Technique: from the dantian to the shoulders, then through the elbows to the fingertips, and finally along the spine to return to the original position, forming a perfect cycle. Each arc of lightning contained the overbearing power to tear apart evil, as if it could cut off all the filth in the world.

The miasma that was counterattacking from the opposite side was involuntarily stopped for a moment under the shock of this force. Fine ripples appeared on the edge of the gray-green mist, as if it was afraid of this thunder force that came from the origin of heaven and earth.

Each strand of Shen Yun's hair stood up like a steel needle, each of which was wrapped with tiny electric sparks. They trembled slightly in the night wind, making a tiny crackling sound.

The black robe was bulging due to lightning, as if there was an expanding nebula hidden inside. The dark patterns embroidered on the fabric were faintly visible in the lightning, faintly echoing the lightning patterns on his body.

The exposed skin glowed with a jade-like warm luster, and every inch of his pores was spewing tiny lightning threads, which intertwined into an invisible electric net in the air. Even his pupils reflected the jumping electric snakes, and the light was as sharp as a sword. He looked like a thunder god descending from the sky, exuding a majesty that looked down on the world, and people dared not look directly at him.

The thunderous pressure emanating from his body caused the air to tremble violently, forming circles of ripples visible to the naked eye.

The bluestone ground beneath his feet could no longer bear the weight, and spider-web-like cracks appeared, with tiny flashes of lightning constantly emitting from the cracks. The stone chips were instantly ionized into powder by the lightning, and wisps of white smoke rose up, which were quickly blown away by the violent airflow.

The Qinglei Sword floating in front of Shen Yun made an excited humming sound. The sound was crisp and pleasant, as if it was cheering for the upcoming battle.

The star pattern on the sword completely merged with the lightning, turning into a stream of purple light that revolved around him, sometimes like a spirit snake spitting out its tongue, sometimes like a startled wild goose reflecting its shadow. This stream of light formed a perfect echo with the lightning power around Shen Yun, nourishing and amplifying each other, filling the entire space with a force that could destroy the world.

The tremors of the poisonous miasma forest became more and more violent, and the ground beneath the feet seemed to be thrown into a myriad of thunders. Every vibration caused the gravel under the layer of rotten leaves to roll down.

The miasma that was trying to close up actually paused for a moment under the even more powerful pressure of the thunder - fine ripples appeared on the edge of the gray-green mist, like a stone thrown into a calm lake, spreading outward in circles. It was the instinctive retreat of the evil power in the face of the extremely yang thunder.

Deep in the fog, the gray-green waves that had been rolling endlessly seemed to be strangled by an invisible giant hand, stagnating in mid-air, and even the mist at the edge was trembling in the lightning. The sinister creatures hiding in the miasma restrained their breath at this moment, and the hissing that had been rising and falling turned into sporadic whimpers, as if they were afraid of this destructive force.

The roar coming from the deepest part of the abyss also became a little quieter. The voice no longer carried the previous arrogance, but instead revealed a hint of fear that was hard to conceal, as if an evil spirit trapped in the abyss had encountered the dawn light.

At the edge where the miasma and the lightning touched, gray-green mist particles were constantly torn apart by the thunder, turning into wisps of green smoke that rose up, and the fishy smell in the air also became much lighter. The miasma that had been madly squeezing the passage seemed to have lost its strength at this moment, and could only barely maintain its shape, but could no longer move forward even a little bit.

The entire poisonous miasma forest seemed to have been paused, leaving only the roar of thunder around Shen Yun and the slight tremor of the earth. In this eerie silence, the extremely strong and masculine power of thunder was like an invisible guardian god, which created a brief period of clarity in the poisonous miasma forest full of evil.

Shen Yun's eyes focused, and he seized the moment when the miasma stopped, tapping his toes hard on the bluestone slab. The lightning balls around him suddenly exploded into a circle of arc light, which shocked the miasma that was trying to counterattack and made it retreat half a foot. He used this force to rush into the passage like an arrow from a bow.

As soon as he stepped into the rotten leaves, he felt a sticky resistance under his feet. The dark brown rotten leaves were soaked in miasma and were slightly corrosive. The friction between the soles of his shoes and the leaves made a "sizzling" sound. Shen Yun did not dare to neglect it. The Thunder God Art in his body was running at full speed. The purple-gold lightning flowed through his meridians and spread to his limbs and bones, condensing into a half-inch thick thunder on his body surface.

With every step forward, the miasma on both sides of the passage pressed forward like a tide. Countless distorted human faces emerged from the gray-green mist, emitting shrill screams, trying to get into the gap of the thunder. Shen Yun clenched his teeth, pinched his left hand to stabilize the thunder, and held the Qinglei Sword in his right hand. The suspended long sword immediately understood, and the blue-purple streamer surged three feet, splitting the miasma in front like a plow. Wherever the sword wind swept, the phantoms of the human faces were instantly twisted into ashes.

Shen Yun took the opportunity to jump out of the passage.

When he landed, the ground beneath his feet was no longer covered with rotten leaves and poisonous vines, but with green moss. He looked back and saw that the poisonous miasma forest behind him was slowly closing, and the last trace of lightning disappeared in the gray-green mist, as if nothing had happened.

In front of him, the true appearance of Jueling Valley was finally fully revealed.