Sacred Heart Academy, Hidden Thunder Ravine.
The ravine was shrouded in mist year-round, and the sky never cleared for even a moment.
Thick storm clouds hung overhead, with lightning flashing and thunder roaring throughout the year.
Deep within the valley stood an Octagonal Pavilion that looked as though it had been forged from black iron. At that moment, Luo Ding, the Academy Supervisor of Sacred Heart Academy, sat cross-legged within it.
Bolts of lightning descended from the sky, endlessly striking Luo Ding as they bored into the pavilion.
Yet he let the arcs of electricity crackle across his body, remaining perfectly still where he sat.
At one point, he suddenly opened his eyes and inhaled. The lightning swirling around him was immediately swallowed into his belly in a single breath.
Boom!
A surge of force erupted from Luo Ding and swept outward in every direction.
The metal Octagonal Pavilion was instantly covered in countless fine cracks from the shockwave.
Even the storm clouds above the ravine were scattered by the blast, revealing a rare patch of clear sky.
"Just a little more. Just a little more, and I'll be able to cultivate the Yama Sacred Heart and achieve the Yama True Form in one stroke!"
"Even the next Gangsha Realm will become vastly easier to cultivate with the Sacred Heart!"
Luo Ding clenched his fists, exhilarated.
"I need more Nether God's Blood Sacs. One of them must come from a Netherworld Ghost Sect disciple who has cultivated the Nether God's Twelve Divine Demon Transformations." He slightly turned his head toward Black Mountain, who had appeared behind him at some unknown point.
"Tomorrow, the Demon Soldiers under my command will head out to clear the spirit lands occupied by the Netherworld Ghost Sect disciples."
"And yesterday, my lord, the Demon Saint