The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's territory had once been a vast Spirit Beast Forest. After destroying it, the clan had claimed it as its own, turning it into the ancestral land where it had flourished for ten thousand years.
Because of certain peculiar characteristics, the highest peaks within the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's territory were shrouded in thunderstorms year-round, ceaselessly tempered by countless bolts of lightning.
Even within the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, very few people qualified to cultivate on those highest peaks. Not only did they need sufficiently exalted bloodlines and status, but they also had to possess at least the strength of a Spirit Saint.
Over the years, thanks to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's heavy guard and strict supervision, no outsider had ever slipped unnoticed onto these sacred grounds within the clan.
Yet under the guidance of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's current patriarch, Chen Ming and Golden Crocodile Douluo, two outsiders, quietly ascended those inviolable peaks.
Chen Ming had originally assumed that these highest peaks of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan drew heavenly tribulation year-round because of their unusual terrain and the vast quantities of metal within the mountains. That was what attracted countless bolts of lightning, keeping these places perpetually shrouded in storms and creating special cultivation grounds.
But after reaching the place where Yu Yuanzhen usually cultivated, Chen Ming was truly startled.
It was unmistakably an enormous, sunken metal pit, holding vast quantities of lightning energy. At the very center of the ground, tempered by countless lightning strikes, stood a blue-purple vine that constantly devoured the lightning in the sky to strengthen itself.
Even with Chen Ming's current strength, he could sense a considerable threat from that thing. It felt like facing a giant bomb that could detonate