I tricked you into thinking you had the makings of an emperor, but you actually did it?

The secret realm has no no-fly zone, but the sky full of lightning forces people to lower their altitude and stay at the same height as the mountain.

Shen Ming, along with Yue Lei and other disciples of the Wind and Thunder Pavilion, traversed scorched stone mountains in search of the palace containing the Thunder Emperor's Immortal Scripture.

Suddenly, a mountain shrouded in lightning stood before everyone. The mountain seemed to have been forged by lightning, its entire body crystal clear and radiating a dazzling blue-purple glow.

Each rock faintly shimmered with the power of lightning; they were extremely rare thunder crystals.

The cultivators of the Wind and Thunder Pavilion revealed greed in their eyes. One of them whispered, "If we can retrieve these thunder crystals from our sect, we can refine a batch of thunder-attribute magic treasures."

"Be careful, the thunder spirits in the secret realm are not to be trifled with," Yue Lei coldly warned.

Upon hearing this, everyone became alert.

They landed carefully on the mountain, feeling the power of thunder surging beneath their feet with every step, as if the earth itself were the embodiment of lightning.

Shen Ming walked at the front of the group, maintaining a subtle distance from the others.

Suddenly, a deep rumble of thunder came from the mountains. Accompanied by the tremor, a figure emerged from the lightning.

A spirit formed from lightning, resembling a giant beast, its entire body shrouded in lightning.

"Thunder Spirit Beast!"

Yue Lei's gaze sharpened, a mixture of excitement and wariness appearing on his face.

"Shen Ming, step aside and let us handle this," Yue Lei said.

He didn't mean any harm; the Thunder Spirit Beast possesses the essence of thunder, which can enhance its magical power.

Shen Ming did not respond and walked straight ahead.

As Lei Linghu sensed Shen Ming approaching, it roared and stomped its limbs, sending lightning surging toward Shen Ming like a tidal wave, filling the air with a piercing thunderclap.

Yue Lei frowned, wanting to take this opportunity to see what he was capable of.

Shen Ming raised one hand, and the lightning in the mountain dissipated on its own, as if dissolved by an invisible force.

At the same time, Shen Ming's Thunderous Dao Heart suddenly skipped a beat.

A hint of doubt and apprehension flashed in Lei Linghu's eyes, and he actually took half a step back.

"What's going on? Why isn't that thing attacking?"

"Such strong affinity, even stronger than the Yuanling Thunder Body!"

Yue Lei noticed something amiss; just like when they ascended the altar earlier, Shen Ming possessed an extremely powerful talent.

Shen Ming ignored their doubts and focused on the Thunder Dao Heart.

Within the secret realm, every second, one could feel this Dao heart growing stronger.

Finally, the Thunder Spirit Beast abandoned its attack, turned around and ran wildly, disappearing into the depths of Thunder Mountain.

"Shen Ming! Why aren't you making a move? This is a priceless treasure!" Yue Lei said in a deep voice.

He said this on purpose to undermine Shen Ming and establish his own authority.

"Elder, this is deep within a secret realm, there must be many more treasures here," Shen Ming said casually, reminding the others that it was his doing that they were able to enter this area.

He wasn't worried about the other party taking action; he'd rather break off all pretense of civility.

Unfortunately, Yue Lei's face alternated between pale and flushed, and he coldly snorted, "Keep moving forward! But from now on, you must listen to me!"

In his heart, Yue Lei had already made his decision.

Shen Ming must die here!

This kid's talent is terrifying. If he were brought back to the Wind and Thunder Pavilion, he would definitely steal Yue Cang's thunder.

Yue Cang is his son, the current Holy Master of Fenglei Pavilion.

Shen Ming's displayed talent made him feel threatened.

Whether Shen Ming's intentions were genuine or not, he could not be brought back to Fenglei Pavilion.

The group climbed Leishan Mountain, heading upwards.

The lightning intensified, and the air was filled with the scorching heat of thunder, as if every step was taken amidst lightning.

Finally, atop the mountain, they saw a magnificent palace.

The palace was formed from lightning, radiating dazzling lightning light. Huge lightning patterns moved slowly across the palace walls, as if they were alive.

A huge thunderstone tablet hangs high in front of the palace gate, engraved with ancient and mysterious runes, seemingly containing unfathomable divine power.

However, the palace was surrounded by a sea of ​​fire.

The lightning and fire emitted a blend of azure and purple light, with countless tiny bolts of lightning flashing within the flames, resembling a raging chasm that completely isolated the palace.

Yue Lei stood before the sea of ​​fire, his gaze burning, but his face betrayed a deep sense of apprehension.

"Netherflame Thunder Prison! This ranks among the top three in Sacred Flames and among the top five in Thunder!"

The other cultivators from the Wind and Thunder Pavilion looked at each other, filled with longing for the treasures in the palace, but faced with such a terrifying barrier, they couldn't help but have second thoughts.

Suddenly, Yue Lei glanced at them, signaling them to be quiet.

"Shen Ming, the Wind and Thunder Pavilion has a treasure, the Thunder Dao Treasure Bottle, which I happened to bring with me."

This treasure can levitate overhead, releasing a protective field that isolates it from lightning and fire attacks, and can even pass directly through this sea of ​​fire.

Shen Ming raised an eyebrow slightly and said calmly, "In that case, Elder, please go first."

"What? Shen Ming, don't you trust us? This is utterly disheartening!"

Yue Lei appeared furious, but inwardly he sneered.

Having come this far, there's no need for sophisticated lying techniques.

"This is indeed a Thunder Dao Treasure Bottle, but it doesn't form a protective domain. Instead, it can absorb energy with thunder and fire attributes. It is a sacred weapon."

He probably wanted you to go into the sea of ​​fire and absorb the flames for him, but the vase was under his control, and your life or death was in his hands.

Jian Li suddenly spoke up: "I do have a way to snatch the Thunder Dao Treasure Bottle and kill them in the sea of ​​fire."

"Oh?"

Shen Ming, who was already preparing to draw his sword, had a sudden thought.

He had never done anything like this before, and it was quite interesting to think about.

"The Thunder Dao Treasure Bottle is derived from the Great Dao Treasure Bottle. The two are primary and secondary. I will teach you how to operate the Great Dao Treasure Bottle so that you can directly control it," Jian Li said.

The Great Dao Treasure Bottle, all things recede, all laws perish.

The Thunder Path Treasure Bottle belongs to the minor path.

"Finally, I feel like I have a personal grandpa with me." Shen Ming was very excited.

Jian Li hummed smugly a few times, no longer feeling that there was anything wrong with the title.

Immediately afterward, Shen Ming said with difficulty, "Of course I trust Fenglei Pavilion, please give me the treasure bottle."

"it is good."

Yue Lei nodded smugly and revealed the Thunder Dao Treasure Bottle.

The vase is crystal clear, seemingly formed from condensed lightning, and its surface is engraved with intricate and mysterious lightning patterns.

Yue Lei activated his magic power, and the Thunder Dao Treasure Bottle instantly rose into the air, hovering above Shen Ming's head.

The lightning patterns on the bottle began to flow, and soft lightning light poured down.

Shen Ming stepped forward, and the Netherflame Thunder Prison surged before him, the azure and purple flames roaring like a giant beast.

Every step he took seemed like a step into an abyss, yet his steps remained steady and without the slightest hesitation.

When the first wisp of ghostly flame touched his body, it immediately spun around him and flowed continuously into the treasure bottle.

Yue Lei nodded smugly, maintaining the hand seal throughout.

Shen Ming's life or death was in his own hands; he was just waiting to devour enough lightning and fire.

Amidst the sea of ​​fire, Shen Ming strode forward, his figure appearing hazy yet resolute.