With Jiang Taichu leading the way, Chen Wen soon arrived outside Heavenly Thunder Peak.
Many disciples followed behind them.
Most wanted to see exactly what Chen Wen intended to do at Heavenly Thunder Mountain.
"Halt! No one may enter without permission."
At the entrance to the mountain range, two guards wearing sacred land uniforms blocked Chen Wen and Jiang Taichu.
"Get lost, or die," Jiang Taichu spat coldly.
The two guards trembled as they felt the aura radiating from Jiang Taichu.
But remembering that they were the Emperor's Son's followers, they mustered their courage again. "This is the Holy Son's private domain. Please leave."
"Then you can die."
Jiang Taichu stepped forward, his aura surging as a terrifying force swept outward.
Before the two guards could even react, they were blasted into blood mist.
This demon... he really had come to kill.
The disciples who witnessed the scene trembled uncontrollably.
Some guards lurking in the shadows hurried toward the main peak in terror.
Clearly, they intended to report the incident to the elder in charge.
These little movements naturally did not escape Chen Wen's and Jiang Taichu's eyes.
But neither cared in the slightest.
"Young Master, this way." Jiang Taichu led the way again.
"Mm." Chen Wen nodded and followed.
"Come on, let's follow them." Without hesitation, the disciples hurried after them.
Soon, an unbroken chain of peaks appeared before Chen Wen.
The mountain range looked exceedingly strange, with vast masses of lightning running wild across the sky.
Arcs of lightning kept falling, as though a rain of thunderbolts were pouring down.
The sight was spectacular, enough to send a chill down one's spine.
Beyond that, a peculiar gravitational force pressed toward him.
This mountain range is rather interesting.
No wonder Chu Tianlong claimed it for himself.
Chen Wen arched a brow.
"This is Heavenly Thunder Mountain. The legendary Gravity Heavenly Thunder Array is up there."
"But that's only a legend. I wouldn't dare say whether it's true."
After a moment's thought, Jiang Taichu offered Chen Wen another explanation.
"What's up there is no Gravity Heavenly Thunder Array."
At that moment, Xian Hongshao spoke.
Chen Wen's expression shifted. "Then what is it?"
"If I'm not mistaken, it should be the World-Shattering Heavy Thunder Pearl, which shattered during the Primordial Era," Xian Hongshao said leisurely.
"The World-Shattering Heavy Thunder Pearl?" Chen Wen echoed instinctively.
"Yes. It's one of the Top Ten Primordial Divine Artifacts, containing the immensely terrifying World-Shattering Heavy Thunder."
"The renowned World-Shattering Thunder Lord once used it to crush and kill countless Gods and Devils."
"Back then, World-Shattering Heavy Thunder swept across hundreds of millions of miles, blasting even the spacetime of the Primordial Era into ash."
"But after that battle, the World-Shattering Heavy Thunder Pearl shattered, vanishing from heaven and earth along with the World-Shattering Thunder Lord."
"The World-Shattering Heavy Thunder Pearl should only have recovered a portion of its power by now."
Chen Wen's eyes lit up. "Is there a way to get my hands on it?"
Perhaps he could do nothing about a fully restored World-Shattering Heavy Thunder Pearl, but if it had only recovered part of its power, that was another matter.
"Do you see that gathering Heavy Thunder?" Xian Hongshao asked.
Chen Wen nodded.
"That phenomenon is caused by the Heavy Thunder Pearl constantly absorbing Heavenly Thunder from the nine heavens."
"There's only one way to subdue it: absorb that Heavenly Thunder and turn yourself into an even stronger source of Heavenly Thunder."
"Once it discovers a new source of Heavenly Thunder, it will enter your body of its own accord."
"Then you only need to stamp your imprint onto it."
"But the process could be dangerous. Think it through before you decide."
Xian Hongshao slowly laid out her method.
"What are the chances my Chaos Sequence Body can suppress it?" Chen Wen asked.
"A hundred percent," Xian Hongshao said calmly.
"Then that settles it. Dangerous or not, I'm damn well doing it." Chen Wen made his decision immediately.
Xian Hongshao offered no further opinion, leaving the decision to Chen Wen.
"Young Master, those people are on this Heavenly Thunder Peak," Jiang Taichu said just then.
"Let's go kill them." Chen Wen gathered his thoughts and nodded.
"Understood."
Jiang Taichu started forward, only to stop a few steps later. "Right, I almost forgot."
"You'll be subjected to gravity and lightning attacks on the way up, Young Master. Be prepared."
"Mm." Chen Wen nodded.
Jiang Taichu said nothing more and continued leading Chen Wen forward.
Soon, they reached the foot of the mountain.
Only upon approaching its foot could they feel how terrifying the lightning power and gravity within truly were.
In particular, some of the lightning power had already fused with gravity, forming even more terrifying Heavy Thunder.
It was far stronger than either lightning power or gravity alone.
At that moment, many disciples were cultivating at the foot of the mountain, using the Heavy Thunder.
All these disciples had submitted to Chu Tianlong.
That was why they were allowed to cultivate here.
At the sight of Chen Wen, they all stopped what they were doing.
The talented cultivators who had arrived over the past two days had filled them with both awe and envy.
Those were the very people they dreamed of becoming.
Clearly, they initially assumed Chen Wen was another talented disciple attending the tea gathering.
"Wait, look! What's that?" Just then, one disciple cried out.
Everyone looked over at his cry.
A large crowd of sacred land disciples came into view, following close behind.
"Those are disciples from our sacred land! How did they get in?" another person exclaimed.
"This is bad. Those two might not be here for the tea gathering."
At last, everyone realized what was happening.
They quickly gathered together, staring fixedly at Chen Wen and Jiang Taichu.
The aura rippling around Jiang Taichu, in particular, filled them with terror.
Meanwhile, at the summit of God-Shattering Thunder Mountain.
A massive palace stood there, surrounded by a golden formation barrier that kept the falling lightning arcs outside.
Nearly fifty young men and women had already arrived inside the palace.
Every one of them possessed an extraordinary bearing and commanded immense respect.
The eight men and women seated at the head, in particular, could aptly be described as having auras that towered into the heavens and inner power as deep as the sea.
Among those eight, two men stood out even more in bearing and aura.
Even seated there, they radiated invisible pressure that continually clashed across the space between them, neither yielding to the other.
On the raised dais sat two old men. Both were formidable Heavenly King Realm cultivators.
Just then, a guard walked in.
He knelt before the two elders.
"This lowly one greets Elder Feng and Elder Dong," the guard said hastily.
"Speak. What is it?" Zhao Feng asked indifferently.
"My lord, someone has come to cause trouble," the guard hurriedly replied.
His words sent a jolt through all the disciples present.
They instinctively turned toward the guard.
Clearly, they too were curious who would be so bold as to cause trouble even on the Emperor's Son's territory.
"Who?" Zhao Feng's expression darkened.
Hosting this tea gathering was a task Chu Tianlong had entrusted to him.
As far as he was concerned, nothing could be allowed to go wrong.
Yet someone had come to cause trouble. How was that any different from opposing him?
Whoever it was would have to pay a heavy price.
"It's the brat who just arrived at the sacred land, the one called Young Master Ye," the guard said hastily.
"Hmph! He has no idea how to value his life." Zhao Feng slammed his palm onto the table, blasting it into dust.
In truth, they had already received word that Chen Wen had brutally killed Chu Changge and nailed the slain elders to the sacred stele.
But he had been busy preparing the tea gathering and had not had time to deal with it.
What he had never expected was that, before he could go after Chen Wen, the other party would have the audacity to come storming in to kill.
"Who is this Young Master Ye?"
Mu Jiuzhou, dressed in black and wreathed in black mist, spoke up.
Seated nearby, Ximen Zhantian slowly raised his eyelids, golden light flashing in his eyes.
"A brat who claims to come from a Hidden Force," Zhao Feng said coldly.
A Hidden Force?
At those words, the pupils of more than sixty percent of the disciples present contracted.
Mu Jiuzhou and Ximen Zhantian, however, remained utterly composed.
They had no fear of some disciple from a Hidden Force.
Zhao Feng slowly rose. "Everyone, would you care to join this old man for a fine spectacle of killing?"
"Just what I had in mind." Mu Jiuzhou was the first to answer, his low voice making their scalps prickle involuntarily.
"I'd like to join the excitement too." Ximen Zhantian also stood.
Soon, the others rose one after another.
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