A streak of white light flashed, and Lu Xuan and Thunder Ghost flew out from the boundless thunder.
"We finally made it out of that restriction."
At that moment, both man and spirit looked rather battered. Scorched-black marks were everywhere on Thunder Ghost's green fleshy wings, and a faint burnt smell drifted from him.
He looked at Lu Xuan, the curve of his mouth widening, as if he were still jeering at him.
After learning that there was an enormous spirit plant on the Thunder Island behind them, Lu Xuan had been somewhat tempted, so he had Thunder Ghost lead him into the restrictions around the island's perimeter.
With this guide in front, and with his own eye technique having reached some success, he still had to expend no small amount of effort before breaking out of the restriction.
His Spiritual Sense swept over the area, and only after confirming there was nothing unusual around them did Lu Xuan finally feel at ease enough to examine the situation on the island.
The thunder on the island was even denser and more vigorous than before, as if the slightest provocation would trigger a violent outburst at any moment.
At the center of the island was a broad Thunder Pool. Its edges were engraved with dense, intricate patterns, and lightning crisscrossed within.
In the middle of the Thunder Pool stood a stone pillar over a zhang thick, soaring into the clouds. Countless strange thunder patterns covered its surface, and a towering green vine was tightly coiled around it.
The green vine revealed an incomparably dense and pure power of vitality. Within its branches and leaves, faint traces of strange azure lightning could be seen leaping everywhere.
Numerous vines hung down, and every so often, a lump of Cyan Spiritual Liquid could be