Thunder Radiance

Under the eyes of the crowd.

Lu Zhen showed little reaction.

In fact, ever since the previous two had demonstrated their strength, Lu Zhen had been utterly immersed in his own insights.

His mind was filled with deductions.

What he was studying was the set of fourth-grade low artifacts transformed by a critical multiplier—the Nine Heavens Tribulation Thunder Sword Formation.

"Light governs utmost speed and penetration."

"Thunder governs fury and destruction."

Lu Zhen's soul sensed the trace of dark-gold lightning law lying dormant within the swords.

Before, he could only let this lightning law erupt instinctively. He could not truly control it.

But just now, after watching Little Thunder God's ferocious hammer strike, Lu Zhen felt as though he had grasped something.

How do I draw out this trace of lightning law?

How do I fuse it perfectly with my light law?

Within Lu Zhen's sea of consciousness, the phantom of the Black Heaven Demon God suppressed all distracting thoughts, while the lingering medicinal power of the Nine-Turn Dao Lotus raised his comprehension to its absolute peak.

Light and thunder.

Under his soul's deductions, they intertwined again and again.

Gradually.

That strand of furious dark-gold tribulation thunder no longer rejected the pure white radiance. Instead, it slowly flowed along the pathways of the light law.

"Lu Zhen!" The silver-robed steward frowned slightly, raising his voice.

Whoosh!

Lu Zhen abruptly opened his eyes, a faint smile touching his lips.

At this point.

He had already begun to see the way forward.

Then Lu Zhen stepped out.

His figure instantly came to a halt before the pitch-black Zhenhai Cliff.

Whoosh!

Lu Zhen swept his broad sleeve.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

With a series of clear sword cries, seventy-two flying swords, each three inches long, appeared out of thin air around him.

Faint violet-blue