Deep within the Void Thunder Pool, the sea of lightning churned.
There was no sun or moon here, nor any mountains or rivers.
Lightning filled every direction.
Silver lightning surged like tides, dark lightning slithered like snakes, and Black Demon Lightning occasionally tore through the void from afar, leaving behind scorched black marks as though some invisible beast had opened its eyes in the depths of the void.
Xiao Fan had been cultivating in the Thunder Pool for three days.
Over those three days, he had gone from only being able to temper his body amid the silver lightning at the outer edge to stepping into the region where dark lightning intertwined. When lightning struck his body, it had initially torn through flesh and blood. Later, it became repeated heavy hammer blows, forging his meridians, bones, and Dou Qi again and again.
He sat cross-legged in the sea of lightning, bare-chested, with his tattered black robe hanging around his waist. Lightning patterns spread across his shoulders and back.
Those lightning patterns were not chaotic.
The silver lightning markings resembled thin snakes, the black dark markings resembled ink lines, while the purplish-golden intent of the Dragon Emperor's blood lay pressed deepest within him like a spine. Whenever lightning entered his body, fine sparks would travel beneath his skin, outlining the taut yet steady contours of his shoulders, neck, chest, and arms.
That was not mere physical strength.
It was more like a battle body repeatedly tempered by lightning and flame.
The pain remained.
It was simply that Xiao Fan had grown used to it.
He could even distinguish the uses of different lightning from the pain they caused.
Silver lightning was sharp and suitable for cleansing impurities from flesh and blood.
Dark lightning was heavy and could temper the meridians.
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