Lu Xuan followed behind the Demon Ghost Vine and arrived before an enormous mass of blood light.
Within the blood light, blood-colored yin thunder flickered in and out of sight, only it was confined within a certain range and could not break free.
Those blood-colored yin thunderbolts gave off an intense sense of discomfort, filthy and sinister to the extreme, as if the slightest contact with them could severely contaminate magical treasures and the soul.
After looking at them a few more times, Lu Xuan could not help feeling a heaviness creep over him.
A hazy Purification Light surfaced in his eyes, and he immediately regained his clarity.
"Your Excellency, there are two Spirit Seeds inside. Their vitality still remains, only this lowly one has no confidence in taking them out."
A trace of shame appeared on the pale-green little figure's face.
"No matter. I'll handle it."
Lu Xuan looked at the Blood Cloud before him and said calmly.
While he was searching for Spirit Seeds, the Azure Horn Thunder Rhinoceros had already entered that gate of inheritance. However, since it had deliberately greeted the thunder colossus beforehand, the thunder colossus would no longer come out to trouble Lu Xuan.
"Fortunately, there are no other cultivators in the Thunder Wasteland, so I have enough time to think of a way to take out the Spirit Seeds."
Lu Xuan smiled soundlessly. Looking at that mass of Blood Cloud, he instantly made his decision.
The illusory shadow of a crimson phoenix faintly surfaced behind him. Then his palm turned pale gold, and a faint golden garment woven from countless strands of lightning appeared over the surface of his body.
The golden garment covered his whole body. It was none other than the Golden Thread Thunder Armor he had cultivated for many years.