Ten days later.
Lin Ming and Mang Tianchi appeared deep within an ancient, desolate mountain range in the far south of Middle Continent, a place rarely touched by human presence.
Here, the mountains were towering and the terrain treacherous. The sky was shrouded year-round in thick, leaden gray-black thunderclouds, with neither sun nor moon in sight. The air was filled with an intense, dull, oppressive thunder might that seemed to come from deep beneath the earth. Ordinary birds and beasts had long since vanished; only some strange plants adapted to an environment of lightning grew stubbornly between the cracks in the rocks, faint Electric Arcs occasionally flickering among their branches and leaves.
Standing atop a barren black Mountain Peak that looked as if it had been sliced flat by a giant sword, Mang Tianchi pointed at a patch of seemingly ordinary void ahead, where faint signs of spatial distortion could be seen, and said to Lin Ming in a deep voice.
"Ahead is the entrance to the independent space where our Lei Clan resides—the Lei Realm Gate. This place has multiple concealment and defensive formations set down by the forebears of our clan. Those who are not members of our clan or do not hold a special token would find it difficult to sense or enter, even if they were a Dou Sheng."
Lin Ming looked in the direction Mang Tianchi indicated, and his Soul Power quietly spread out.
Sure enough, only with the sharp perception of his Emperor Realm Soul could he vaguely sense that several layers of extremely complex, interlocking Space Wrinkles and energy barriers existed within that patch of void.
They were not still. Instead, they pulsed faintly like breathing, forming a mysterious resonance with the free-floating thunder-attribute energy between heaven and earth. Unless one deliberately probed