Primordial Thunder Dragon's Primordial Spirit
The Thunder Pool surged, lightning roared, and within a radius of a thousand feet, there was nothing but destructive power.
Yan Leizi in the void, looking down at the nearly two hundred cultivators in the Thunder Pool below. He spoke in a deep voice, his words like rolling thunder, reaching the ears of everyone present. "This is the Gate of Earth, the Tribulation of the Thunder Pool!"
"Within the Thunder Pool, thunder spirits roam, their thunderous power vast and boundless. You must persevere within it, and your rank will be determined by the passage of time!"
"If you can hold on for fifteen breaths, you've passed; the rest are disqualified."
Upon hearing this, many cultivators within the Thunder Pool subtly changed their expressions. Fifteen breaths may seem short, but the power of this Thunder Pool was far from ordinary.
The excruciating pain of the lightning penetrating his body, the suffocating pressure of the thunder's might—every breath felt like torture.
Yan Leizi's gaze swept over the crowd like lightning, and he continued, "Twenty breaths make one a fourth-class envoy, forty breaths a third-class envoy, sixty breaths a second-class envoy, and eighty breaths a first-class envoy!"
"If anyone can hold out for more than a hundred breaths..."
Yan Leizi paused, a glint of light flashing in his eyes. "Then you can obtain the title of the Thunder Immortal Palace!"
"The Inner Palace Envoy!"
These four words, like a boulder dropped into a calm lake, instantly stirred up a thousand waves.
Many cultivators within the Thunder Pool revealed burning desire in their eyes. An inner palace envoy—what an honor that was!
It is only possible for those who possess exceptional talent and profound cultivation.
Once obtained, it means that one's status in the Thunder Immortal Palace far surpasses that of an ordinary envoy, and the resources and opportunities for cultivation in the future will be incomparable.
But how easily can that limit of one hundred breaths be reached?
Just as everyone's emotions were running high, Yan Leizi's gaze fell on the figure in white robes and white hair at the front of the crowd, and he slowly said, "The first one, Xu Mu."
Wang Lin remained calm, showing no sign of being the first to appear. He nodded slightly and walked towards the edge of the teleportation array.
His white robes fluttered in the thunder and wind, and his eyes, reflected in the blue light of the sea of lightning beneath his white hair, showed no fear whatsoever.
Wang Lin stood at the edge of the Thunder Pool, looking down at the boiling sea of thunder below. Countless bolts of lightning danced wildly like silver snakes, and the terrifying pressure emanating from the moving thunder spirits was enough to make ordinary Spirit Severing Realm tremble.
But Wang Lin simply watched quietly, his gaze as deep and unwavering as an ancient well.
In the center of the Thunder Pool, the Thunder Spirit formed from lightning seemed to sense Wang Lin's gaze. It roared suddenly, and the lightning around it surged. The thousand-foot Thunder Pool instantly stirred up a ten-foot-high wave of lightning, as if mocking this arrogant cultivator.
Wang Lin lifted his foot and stepped into the Thunder Pool.
In an instant, endless lightning, like sharks smelling blood, surged towards him madly! The lightning penetrated his body, bringing a tearing pain, as if it wanted to burn his meridians inch by inch.
Wang Lin frowned slightly, but showed no panic. He immediately sat down cross-legged, made hand seals, and a dense black aura suddenly surged from his body. The black aura seemed to have a spirit, flowing on his body surface and fighting against the lightning that had entered his body.
Outside the Thunder Pool, Immortal Lord Qingshui stood beside Luo Chuan, his gaze falling on Wang Lin, a hint of concern flashing in his eyes.
He turned to look at Luo Chuan and asked softly, "Brother Luo, you know my junior brother. In your opinion, how long can he hold on?"
Upon hearing this, Luo Chuan smiled faintly, his gaze still fixed on Wang Lin's position, but he did not reply.
He simply watched quietly, and in the depths of his deep eyes, a seven-colored light seemed to flow, as if he could see through everything within the Thunder Pool.
Seeing that he smiled without saying a word, Immortal Lord Qingshui felt slightly puzzled, but did not ask any further questions. Instead, he turned his gaze back to Thunder Pool.
At this moment, within the thousand-foot-deep Thunder Pool, as the first drumbeat echoed, the lightning within the Thunder Pool seemed to be shaken, immediately rising three inches in unison!
The violent thunder roared and transformed into endless lightning, as if a storm of thunder had been unleashed within this Thunder Pool!
Within this storm, the lightning spirit, formed from condensed lightning, roamed about, emitting an indescribable thunderous might that spread for thousands of feet, causing the power of the Thunder Pool to undergo an astonishing change in that instant.
Numerous bolts of lightning flashed, frantically drilling into the bodies of each cultivator!
These cultivators either focused their minds to resist the lightning's erosion, using their own cultivation to withstand it, or they took out defensive magic treasures, with various colored light shields flickering in the sea of lightning. Some even chanted incantations and used secret techniques to try to avoid the lightning's attack.
In an instant, the thousand-foot-deep Thunder Pool was filled with dazzling light!
Wang Lin remained seated cross-legged, his body surging with black energy as he resisted the lightning. His face was slightly pale, but his eyes remained calm as still water.
Time slipped away, one breath at a time.
Ten breaths.
Fifteen breaths.
Twenty breaths.
As soon as the twenty breaths arrived, some cultivators within the Thunder Pool could no longer hold on and were forced to retreat step by step by the lightning, on the verge of leaving the Thunder Pool's area.
Wang Lin remained seated cross-legged, motionless, leaving everyone with an unimaginable sense of astonishment.
A hint of relief flashed in Immortal Lord Qingshui's eyes. Twenty breaths had passed, and he was at least a fourth-rank envoy. But he knew that for this junior brother, this was by no means the end.
Immortal Lord Qingshui stood with one hand behind his back, looking at Luo Chuan beside him, only to find that Luo Chuan still had a smile on his face, his gaze fixed on Wang Lin, as if he already knew the outcome.
Immortal Lord Qingshui's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that this junior brother could hold out even longer?
Inside the Thunder Pool, time continued to pass. When the twenty-five breaths arrived, many cultivators inside the Thunder Pool turned pale and struggled to hold on.
Wang Lin, his body shrouded in increasingly dense black energy, seemed to be in a state of near-mutual resistance with the lightning. He remained seated cross-legged, his white hair flying in the thunder and wind, but his eyes grew ever brighter.
It was as if the power of this Thunder Pool not only could not harm him, but was actually helping him to hone himself!
Seeing this, Yan Leizi also looked on with admiration. He hadn't expected this junior to have such a temperament; no wonder he was able to reach the early stage of Spirit Severing.
Just as the forty breaths were about to pass and the pressure of the Thunder Pool increased by another 30%, a roar that shook the very soul suddenly erupted from the depths of the Thunder Pool!
The ten-thousand-foot-long lightning suddenly reversed direction, and a pitch-black dragon shadow that pierced through the entire Thunder Pool soared into the sky from the core of the Thunder Sea. The dragon's head was ferocious, its whiskers danced wildly like thunder whips, and its scales exuded an ancient and savage aura of destruction.
It turned out to be the primordial spirit of the Primordial Thunder Dragon, which had been dormant here, and was completely awakened by the thunder power drawn by the black aura around Wang Lin!
Although this Thunder Dragon Primordial Spirit was not a physical entity, it had condensed the thunderous essence of the Thunder Pool for hundreds of millions of years. As soon as it opened its eyes, two world-destroying thunder pillars shot out and slammed down on Wang Lin, who was sitting cross-legged, without saying a word!
"Roar!"
The moment the dragon claw struck, all the lightning within a hundred feet collapsed, and the terrifying primordial lightning power poured out like a celestial river, slamming into the black energy surrounding Wang Lin! The black energy shattered inch by inch, and the lightning surged straight in, piercing Wang Lin and sea of consciousness!
Wang Lin's body trembled violently, a sweet taste rose in his throat, and a mouthful of golden essence blood could no longer be suppressed. It burst out and splashed into the Thunder Pool, where it was instantly evaporated by the lightning.