Lightning Pool Holy Land

The Bashu Chen Clan was renowned internationally for its Lightning Element.

Behind the ancestral estate, there was a natural Lightning Field, enhanced by several of the clan's elders with magical formations, transforming it into a massive cultivation sanctuary.

Every direct descendant of the Chen Clan with the Lightning Element could enter it once before reaching High-level.

Only the first entry yielded the greatest feedback for cultivation; a second time offered little difference from the outside world.

Moreover, each activation consumed enormous resources.

The cost was high, but so were the benefits. Such an Element Sanctuary naturally contained some Spirit Seeds, and even the occasional Soul Seed.

With the right fortune, one could emerge with a Spirit Seed or even a Soul Seed.

And cultivating there for a time guaranteed that a Lightning Mage at the peak of the Basic Level would advance to the Intermediate Level.

Chen Lang had originally planned to wait until he reached the peak of the Intermediate Level before entering.

But after the catastrophe in Bocheng, he felt he could no longer afford to wait for the perfect moment...

Chen Lang replied, "Power is only real when you truly hold it in your hands."

"Alright, I'll make the arrangements. You've had a long day—get some rest."

Watching Chen Lang leave, Chen Jin let out a faint sigh.

From Chen Lang's retort just now, it wasn't hard to see that he would be difficult to restrain in the future.

But Chen Jin had no intention of stopping him. He, too, wanted to see how high Chen Lang could rise when the clan could no longer hold him back.

Besides, Chen Lang still hadn't truly recognized the world for what it was. Once he saw its real face, would he still keep his original intentions?

All of Chen Lang's current thoughts and actions were things Chen Jin himself had once possessed.

Only, unlike Chen Lang, who had the courage to question his elders, Chen Jin had never spoken them aloud.

After a moment of reflection, Chen Jin's face returned to its usual sternness. He summoned the two mage guards who had accompanied Chen Lang...

Three days later...

At the Chen Clan's ancestral estate in Bashu.

This time, Chen Ming and Ink Shadow had returned with Chen Lang.

"Xiao Lang, do you want to rest a bit first?" Chen Ming asked after they entered the clan grounds.

"No need. Let's go straight to the Sanctuary."

Chen Lang said, then glanced at Chen Ming. "Uncle Ming, did I drag you into trouble this time?"

Chen Ming had originally been transferred to the Imperial Capital to manage some clan affairs, but because of what happened in Bocheng, though it was framed as a reward, it was actually a demotion in disguise...

"There's no such thing as dragging into trouble. If something like that happened again, I'd still act the same way."

Chen Ming bore no resentment. He looked at Chen Lang and continued, "The clan head wasn't wrong either. After all, you're the only prodigy our Chen family has seen in a hundred years. If anything happened to you, I'd never be able to atone for it, even in death..."

Chen Lang said nothing more.

Anything he said now would just be empty promises.

"Besides, compared to the comfort of the Imperial Capital, I prefer staying in my hometown, facing the Emei Demonic Kingdom head-on."

It was clear that Chen Ming was completely at ease. Perhaps, for him, staying in Bashu was a good thing.

Most of the famous mountains and rivers in this world didn't belong to humans. Several of the notable ones in Bashu were occupied by the Demon Clan.

Mount Emei, in particular, housed a demonic empire, with countless tribes of all sizes.

The Chen Clan was indeed a noble family, but because its roots were in the west, it had to cooperate with the military to defend the territory.

Compared to the stable Safety Zone, the borderlands had never known peace.

Seeing Chen Ming like this, Chen Lang didn't press further.

Soon, they arrived at the entrance to the Sanctuary, where two direct-line elders of the clan stood guard.

Both were likely High-level mages.

They naturally knew who Chen Lang was, only wondering why he had come so late. After going through the necessary formalities and warning him of the dangers inside, they let him enter.

The moment Chen Lang stepped into the Lightning Pool, the sight before him seized his mind.

This wasn't the raging torrent of lightning he had imagined. Instead, it was a vast network of giant caverns formed from natural rock walls. The ochre-red stone gleamed with a metallic coldness under the lightning's glow, like a massive honeycomb carved deep into the earth—each cave a masterpiece of nature's craftsmanship.

The largest cave gaped like the maw of a colossal beast. Its entrance, over a hundred meters high, was wrapped in countless strands of lightning that slithered like silver pythons, slowly coiling but never crossing the threshold, guarding the cave tightly.

The cave walls were etched with grooves of varying depths, scars left by years of lightning erosion. Within these grooves flowed pale blue electric currents, like never-drying streams winding through the rock.

Deep inside, stalactites and stalagmites grew intertwined, their surfaces coated in a thin layer of electric light, as if clad in crystalline armor.

Every drop of water falling from a stalactite, the moment it touched the ground, sent out ripples of electric current that spread outward before being absorbed by the surrounding rock, forming a strange cycle.

The entire Lightning Cave was thick with the aura of the Lightning Element, swirling and drifting around the cavern like the most devout worshippers.

The air buzzed with the faint sound of electric currents, like countless tiny insects fluttering their wings, or the most primal whisper of heaven and earth.

For a Lightning-element mage, the Lightning Element here was pure and violent, yet bound by some invisible force—able to provide the most abundant energy without harming the caster through excessive chaos.

At the center of the cave was a massive black rock, its surface smooth, with a stone pillar in the middle connecting to the cave's ceiling, like a conductor.

This rock was undoubtedly the core of the entire Lightning Cave, gathering the purest Lightning Element. A Lightning-element mage needed only to sit on it to clearly sense the flow of the element and resonate with the lightning power between heaven and earth.

Within the entire Lightning Pool, this was unquestionably the best place for cultivation.

To this day, no one from the Chen clan had been able to cultivate here without suffering backlash.

Chen Lang, with Black Annihilation, didn't even think twice before heading straight to the rock.

"Zzzzz..."

"Zzzzz..."

The moment he stepped onto it, electric currents filled with destruction surged toward his body at the speed of light.

At the same time, Black Annihilation fully enveloped Chen Lang's body.

The instant the two types of lightning tangled, crackling sounds rang out across the Lightning Pool!

As the two bolts of lightning collided, Chen Lang also endured the impact of both simultaneously—a sensation he had never experienced in his life.

If not for Black Annihilation being bound to him, he would have been charred crispy by now!!!