Thunder Emperor

The moment Xiao Ming stepped into the vortex, a vast space with no end in sight appeared before him. This was a world of lightning.

Countless bolts of lightning, each ten thousand feet long, flashed and roared through the space like ancient Thunder Dragons. Thunderclaps shook the air. The sight was magnificent beyond words.

Xiao Ming gazed calmly across the Lightning World. Whenever lightning powerful enough to reduce a Death Xuan Realm cultivator to ashes came within a hundred feet of him, it dissipated on its own.

With a light step, Xiao Ming entered the depths of the Thunder Realm. A Thunder Pulp Sea soon came into view.

The Thunder Pulp Sea stretched endlessly before him, lightning surging across its surface. Above it, silver bolts filled the sky. The rolling thunder sounded like the wrath of heaven, striking fear into the soul.

Xiao Ming hovered above the Thunder Pulp Sea. Ahead stood a silver altar with ten thousand steps, and at its summit sat a throne.

Countless bolts of lightning fell around the throne, warping space. A figure sat upon it.

The figure was not imposing. He even looked somewhat thin. Yet he radiated an aura far more terrifying than that of a Reincarnation Realm cultivator.

"So that's the master of the Thunder Ancestral Symbol. Thunder Emperor?" Xiao Ming studied the figure on the throne. The man's aura was overwhelming, but he showed no sign of life. He had clearly fallen.

Xiao Ming raised his gaze. Far off in the sky floated a mass of lightning a thousand feet across, like a sun formed from thunder.

He sensed a familiar fluctuation within that Thunder Sun. At its center, he could faintly make out an ancient symbol.

Its twisting lines resembled the first bolt of lightning born at the dawn of