The pitch-black mountain range burned with eternal flames, brimming with endless mystery and nurturing strange, unfathomable creatures!
The Little Red Dragon was one of them. Intelligent and alert, it possessed a dragon's body; neither blazing flames nor sword qi could harm it. It could venture into forbidden lands that ordinary people could not enter, like an auspicious spirit born of heaven and earth.
Ning Xiaochuan stopped paying attention to it and began cultivating with all his strength.
The blood qi within the Golden War Lion was quickly drained dry by Ning Xiaochuan and flowed into his body. Only a golden, desiccated lion carcass remained on the ground! Ning Xiaochuan stored the dried Golden War Lion in the Universe Pouch and immediately returned to the underground pit.
Murong Wushuang lay prone at the bottom of the pit, his hands pressed against the ground and his feet slightly curled. He resembled a turtle lying flat on the earth. No breath came from his mouth, yet streams of profound qi flowed in and out through his pores.
He was cultivating the Turtle Breath Immovable Skill, still as a ten-thousand-year-old turtle, while his cultivation rose at a furious pace! Ning Xiaochuan did not wake him. Instead, he sat cross-legged on the ground and began refining the Golden War Lion's blood qi. Countless bolts of lightning flowed over his body, and the profound qi within his Martial Heart Palace seemed to transform into lightning and thunder.
Boom!
Who knew how long he cultivated before the Heavenly Thunder Bell reached great completion!
Ning Xiaochuan threw back his head and let out a world-shaking roar. It was like the birth cry of a Thunder God, frightening all the profound beasts within dozens of miles into fleeing in terror.
The earth around the underground pit had been pulverized,