Thunder-Gathering Mountain.
The mountain rose a hundred thousand li, towering like a pillar that held up the sky.
Lin Fan followed the demon lord straight into Thunder-Gathering Mountain, taking in the scenery of Western Extremity Thunder-Piled Mountain along the way.
From afar, thunderclouds seemed to blanket the mountain, blotting out the sun across hundreds of millions of li. Boundless thunder pools poured down countless blazing bolts, turning the Western Extremity into a kingdom of thunder marshes.
In truth, however, sunshine filled Thunder-Gathering Mountain. Willows stood green among bright flowers, lush trees lined winding streams, and blossoms competed to bloom beneath a gentle breeze. It was a scene of perfect peace.
The thunderstorms and heavenly calamities visible from the desert and wasteland were merely the arrays and barriers protecting this sacred ground, an illusion that made it hard to tell what lay within.
Apart from its hundred-thousand-li main peak, little of Thunder-Gathering Mountain was covered in lightning. That peak, thrusting into the clouds like a Heavenly Pillar, drew almost every heavenly bolt. Twelve thunder pools floated around it, pouring dazzling waterfalls of lightning down its slopes. Thunder fell like the Tianhe into the mortal world, illuminating forests of jagged, twisting lightning.
Yet the peak gave off no sinister aura. Its heavenly thunder was grand and righteous, without a trace of baleful evil, like the thunder of a god displaying the majesty of heaven.
Seeing that the heavenly thunder seemed to stir something in Lin Fan, the demon lord guiding him said, "My Great Sage walks a grand and upright path and practices righteous Thunder Arts. Across the All Heavens and Myriad Worlds, who knows how many demon immortals and Heterodox Sect cultivators worship my Great Sage as their Thunder Lord?"
"When it comes to Thunder Arts, even if my Great Sage