You Have No Sense of Martial Honor-You're Sneak-Attacking Me? Refining the Third-Ranked Exotic Thunder

Gurgle, gurgle!

Splat—

Chu Jiang plunged headfirst into the lake of thunder slurry, sending threads of lightning splashing up as he rapidly dived toward its unknown depths.

Thirty feet, a hundred feet, a thousand feet...

With the Prison Suppressing Divine Body and a physical body approaching the Eighth Realm of Ascension, Chu Jiang felt virtually no pressure. Two thousand feet, three thousand feet, ten thousand feet...

As he gradually descended, Chu Jiang's expression grew slightly solemn. The pressure here was already horrifying enough to make an Upper Ascended God bleed, yet the aura of that exotic thunder became increasingly dense. The Thunder Prison Scripture within him was quietly circulating.

The entire thunder lake seemed connected to the underground, bottomless and unfathomable. Countless undercurrents of thunder slurry ran through it. Once caught in one, even an Upper Ascended God would lose a layer of skin if he did not die.

Thirty thousand feet, eighty thousand feet, a hundred thousand feet...

The thunder slurry had shifted from violet lightning into a pale-red ocean, as though he had crossed through a sea within the sea and broken through a layer of world membrane.

Boom!

Chu Jiang's Golden Emperor Bell formed an absolute safe domain spanning a hundred feet. Although the thunder slurry outside could not threaten the Golden Emperor Bell, the pressure was soaring at a visible rate.

"This exotic thunder is hidden far too deep." Chu Jiang raised an eyebrow. If not for the Golden Emperor Bell, even if ordinary people knew there was exotic thunder here, they could only stare at the ocean and sigh.

Time passed.

Three hundred thousand feet!

The thunder slurry here had been compressed once more into a liquid ocean. Lightning flashed and thunder roared through the space, as though he were standing at the world's core.