Practice begins with immortality

As Wang Bo's true meaning realm improved, the invisible true meaning in his mind continued to solidify, finally transforming into a transparent sphere, like a mirror reflecting everything. However, it still gave Wang Bo a feeling of incompleteness.

"My True Meaning realm has reached 99% and I only need one last step to reach complete perfection. However, my biggest gain this time was learning two of Lei Zhen's unique skills: Thunder Explosion Fist and Destruction Heavenly Origin."

The Thunder Blasting Fist, the final form of the Thunder Clan's premier killing technique, the Tiger Roaring Thunder Fist, was created by the Thunder Clan's first ancestor. For forty thousand years, successive Thunder Clan leaders had continuously refined it, and by the time it reached Lei Zhen's generation, it had reached a point where no further improvement was possible. In terms of killing power, it surpassed all of Wang Bo's current methods.

The Desolate Heavenly Origin was created by a certain leader of the Thunder Clan. Legend has it that this leader, driven mad by unrequited love, ultimately created this secret technique, Desolate Heavenly Origin, which fueled the power of killing moves with life. Wang Bai had previously sought out life-burning secret techniques like the Self-Sacrifice Technique and the Burning Soul Technique, but their combined effectiveness couldn't compare to the Desolate Heavenly Origin.

After understanding everything, Wang Bai stood up and said respectfully to Lei Zhen: "Thank you, old hero Lei!"

"No need to thank me, this is your chance."

“…Do you ever regret it?” Wang Bai said softly.

"Everyone is mortal, even the strongest. Better to fight than to die alone. And—" He paused, then continued, "What I've experienced during this period is more profound than everything I've experienced in the past 370 years combined. Life is like this, so what's the point of regretting or not regretting? That's all."

Afterwards, Lei Zhen took out a token and said to Wang Bai: "Take this token and you can use the treasures of the two tribes at will." After that, Lei Zhen signaled Wang Bai to leave.

After Wang Bai left, Lei Zhen stood in front of a stone wall. The material of this stone wall was the same as that of the stone tablet in the Heritage Stone Forest.

"I also want to leave behind a true legacy like the previous kings." Lei Zhen said with emotion while stroking the stone wall.

"It's said that after death, the soul will be reincarnated and have the chance to be reborn as a human being. I wonder what kind of person I will be in my next life."

Afterwards, Lei Zhen left his legacy on the stone wall. Half an incense stick later, the true meaning was engraved, and Lei Zhen's life also came to an end.

His body collapsed to the ground with a thud, his soul entering the cycle of reincarnation. Perhaps, in an unknown number of years in the future, Lei Zhen, reincarnated as a powerful being, would recall his experiences in this life.

……

Even though the Lei Clan had completely blocked the news of Lei Zhen's death, it was still known to someone with ulterior motives.

"Using the name of mourning to test the strength of the Thunder Clan." They thought of the same thing.

On the day of Lei Zhen's burial, his body was placed in an elegant coffin in the mourning hall. However, two uninvited guests arrived outside the mourning hall.

Outside the mourning hall, an old man came with a young man.

"My fellow elders, I came here today, first, to pay my respects to the old leader of the Lei clan, and second, to test my disciple's current skills. I beg for your help, elders of the Lei clan." The old man said with a fist salute.

"My friend, it's not that we don't want to, but today is the day when the old clan leader is buried, and it's not appropriate to see blood. Why don't we hold the competition again?" said an elder.

"Huh, I've heard that when old Patriarch Lei was young, he fought against all the strong men of his peers and never lost. Now his descendants are so incompetent!" said the young man arrogantly.

"presumptuous!"

"I'll fight you!"

Upon hearing this, a young Thunder Clan warrior rushed out to fight the young man. However, they were defeated miserably in three consecutive bouts. The young man's attacks were even more brutal, leaving those he defeated severely injured, one even having an arm severed.

"Brother Heimu, it's just a competition, so don't be too harsh." Several Thunder Clan elders said while suppressing their anger.

"With the noble's ability, reconnecting a broken arm is not a difficult task. But it is indeed too much. Disciple, please be more restrained when you attack, and don't do anything reckless and ruin the harmony." The old man said with a smile.

"Yes, Master. I'll collect them later, but these pieces of trash are too fragile. If I were them, I might as well commit suicide." The young man said sarcastically.

"Okay, who's next--" Before he could finish his words, a stone-sized hole was seen in the young man's brow, and the same was true for the old man.

It was Wang Bai who took action and killed the two men instantly without making a sound.

"This, old man Heimu is considered a well-known strong man on earth, but now he was killed instantly without a sound. Just how strong was the person who attacked him in secret?" The people who came to watch the ceremony speculated in their hearts.

After the funeral, word spread across the land, and those who planned to target ThunderClan stopped their actions.

A crisis was resolved in this way, but the man behind the scenes, Wang Bo, was standing alone on the top of a mountain in the royal city.

"Don't worry, I'm a man of my words. I'll take good care of them for you." With that, Wang Bo turned and left. He didn't dwell on matters of life and death. For him, possessing immortality, such lamentations were meaningless. He wouldn't be sad about it anymore, not now, and certainly not in the future.