Lu Xiaotian quickly realized that somewhere in the Xuanyong Sea Route, near the Immortal-Demon Battlefield, there was likely something that suppressed tribulations—something like the black beads he had obtained from Wang Ziqing and Hu Zhengfeng.
Though storms and thunder raged without end, making the place seem perilous, it was actually a fine place to cultivate.
Once he realized this, Lu Xiaotian found himself hoping the storm would last longer, so he could cultivate here without any reservations.
Events unfolded just as Lu Xiaotian had hoped. The storm continued for hundreds of years, with no sign of letting up. In his Azure Dragon form, Lu Xiaotian coiled inside the cave and cultivated day after day.
Whale Yihun couldn't help but feel surprised. Dragons and most other demons were generally less diligent in cultivation than human immortals. Dragons and certain demons could steadily improve their strength even through sleep. The Azure Dragon before him seemed to be an exception.
All these years trapped in the cave, Lu Xiaotian had never once taken a break. Whale Yihun admired that resolve. The Azure Dragon also had exceptional comprehension. After grasping the profound mysteries of different water and lightning laws and fusing their power, he had gone on to comprehend other profound mysteries of the water laws. What was more, as the mighty blood qi within him surged, not only Whale Yihun but also the two three-legged toads and the snow-footed red marten were astonished.
Whale Yihun might not have sensed the surging power of the blood laws clearly, but the two three-legged toads and the snow-footed red marten, being demons, felt it with striking intensity.
Caught up in that atmosphere, the three-legged toads and the snow-footed red marten, who had never been especially diligent in cultivation, grew quiet as well. Each meditated in a