The Thunder Pool, which had existed since ancient times, was shrouded in terrifying lightning year-round. Its thunderous roars could be heard even hundreds of li away, and without the protection of an energy barrier, even Dou Zong experts could not approach the lightning power that leaked from it.
Yet amidst this perpetual lightning, several hundred zhang beneath the surface of the Thunder Pool, the lightning in one area was unexpectedly much thinner than elsewhere. Although lightning from nearby continuously rushed in to replenish it, the disparity remained obvious for the time being.
Ordinarily, without any outside influence, given the scale of the Thunder Pool, such gaps would be completely filled in within little more than ten minutes. However, in this region, something continuously drew in the lightning that had just been drawn over, causing the freshly replenished lightning to vanish again in the blink of an eye.
This stalemate had continued for more than five months. As Gu He absorbed lightning without pause, an aura that faintly compelled heaven and earth to submit began to emerge around him. It was the aura of a Saint, the aura of a Saint capable of completely controlling all the energy within a certain area of space.
Through more than five months of continuous refinement, the Dou Qi within his body had steadily been filled and compressed by the immense energy he devoured. Repeating this process countless times allowed him to keep advancing through the transitional stage of Nine Revolutions Dou Zun. By now, he had reached Nine Revolutions Dou Zun and had faintly touched upon the threshold unique to a Dou Saint. Once he broke through, he would be able to grasp a portion of fate. Even on the final battlefield, a Dou Saint expert would at least be a minor supporting figure,