Su Zishan grew nervous. At Zhang Xingchun's instructions, she had been tasked with looking after her junior master-uncle, but this junior master-uncle was far too troublesome, always doing things that defied expectation.
Even she now felt the lightning's might posed a threat to her, yet this junior master-uncle, who had only just advanced to the Golden Immortal Realm, still intended to press deeper into the more terrifying depths where lightning ran rampant.
After advancing another several dozen miles, the terrifying power of the lightning in the sky and ocean had already driven Su Zishan nearly mad.
Yet Qin Fengming flew onward wrapped head to toe in terrifying arcs of lightning, without the slightest intention of stopping. This junior master-uncle's resistance to lightning was even greater than Su Zishan's, despite her being in the True Immortal Realm.
"Junior Master-Uncle, do you intend to undergo the baptism of this thunderstorm here?" Seeing Qin Fengming suddenly halt, Su Zishan immediately asked.
"No. Several of my spirit insects are going to undergo the baptism here."
As Qin Fengming spoke, eight Silver Sheath Worms, each as massive as a small mountain, appeared amid the violently raging lightning and towering waves.
"How dare these Silver Sheath Worms, which have yet to advance into the Immortal Realm and transform into spirit bodies, endure the bombardment of this thunderstorm?" Su Zishan cried out in alarm.
A mature Silver Sheath Worm, by its true cultivation realm, was at most equivalent to a cultivator at the Early Mahayana Stage. Only upon truly advancing to Mahayana could it be considered to have crossed the threshold of the Immortal Realm.
This was a region where even True Immortal cultivators could endure the rampaging thunderstorm. In Su Zishan's eyes, the Silver Sheath Worms appearing here was simply sending them to their deaths.
Yet