Deep within the heart of the Thunder Manor, an endless expanse of silver earth stretched to the horizon. Bolts of lightning slithered wildly across the ground like spirit serpents. From afar, the entire region resembled a vast sea of lightning, glittering with flowing radiance.
The ground was crisscrossed by countless ravines, each stretching for thousands of zhang. Their depths were too dark to see clearly, and their shapes were strange and varied.
This place had not been formed by nature. It was the central battlefield of the Thunder Manor's great calamity long ago. The earth-shaking battle between the Thunder Emperor and the King-class Otherworldly Demon had taken place here.
Xiao Ling swept his gaze across the devastated ancient battlefield, then looked up at the sky. Thick, dark thunderclouds hung layer upon layer high above, while a vast and majestic surge of power faintly spread from deep within them.
Atop the thunderclouds stood a grand and imposing Thunder Lotus Hall. The group rose into the air and arrived before its gates in an instant.
Xiao Ling raised his hand and gently pushed. The hall doors, sealed away for countless ages, trembled in response before slowly bursting open with a deafening rumble.
The instant the doors opened, three sharp streaks of silver light shot through the air. Like three bolts of lightning containing destructive power, they tore across the sky with their deadly edges aimed directly at Xiao Ling, who had opened the doors first.
Three silver-white humanoid phantoms revealed themselves. Dense, eerie Demon Markings covered their bodies, while waves of cold and violent black demonic energy surged out endlessly. The temperature of the surrounding world plummeted, and a biting chill rushed forth.
These three puppets had all possessed peak Si Xuan Realm cultivation in life. They had once been among the