Mang Tianchi's remark—"You can even abduct lightning"—faded into the vast sea of thunder along with the gradually calming rumbles of the Void Thunder Pool.
By the time Xiao Fan and Zi Yan returned to East Dragon Island, the sky had already darkened.
Strictly speaking, East Dragon Island hung deep within the void and had no true day or night. The so-called darkness merely came when the spatial storms beyond the island briefly subsided, allowing distant starlight to refract through the void barrier and cast down a tranquil, deep-blue glow. It fell across the Dragon Hall, ancient trees, mountain ranges, and floating void islands like a thin, cold veil draped over all of East Dragon Island.
The wind blew in from the far end of Dragon Island, carrying the purplish-gold mist of the Dragon Pool and the faint scorched scent lingering from the distant Thunder Pool.
The thunderous aura around Xiao Fan had yet to fully dissipate.
His black robe was damaged, its hems scorched by Gold Lightning into tiny burn marks. Faint golden lightning patterns still flickered over his exposed wrist and collarbone. They were not vicious-looking; rather, they resembled intricate ancient markings carved beneath his flesh. Each time they lit up, an exceptionally pure lightning aura circulated through his body.
Nine-Star Dou Zun.
That level would not be enough to shock East Dragon Island's supreme elders, but the problem was that Xiao Fan had only been a Three-Star Dou Zun before entering the Thunder Pool.
Three days.
He had crossed six stars in one leap.
Even among the Ancient Void Dragon Clan, an ancient race born with formidable bodies and tyrannical bloodlines, no one would dare call that normal.
What was more, Xiao Fan had not merely broken through.
He had also brought back a sentient Gold Lightning from