Thunder-Roaring Hell Vine, One Year Later [Seeking Reads]

Han Yu attempted to activate Thunder Escape, but the surrounding space felt as if it were sealed by invisible chains; he couldn't even summon a single spark of electricity.

He frowned slightly, shook his head, and gave up on the attempt, sweeping his gaze across the scorched wasteland beneath his feet before fixing it on the plants with deep purple patterns.

A flash of realization crossed his eyes as he murmured, "Thunder-Roaring Hell Vine."

Ye Lingling, who had just recovered from her dizziness in his arms, heard the name and couldn't help but ask softly, "Did we escape? What is that?"

Han Yu nodded, his expression thoughtful as he explained, "An extremely tyrannical plant-type spirit beast. It grows by devouring lightning, and its age increases significantly with every baptism of heavenly thunder.

As long as it reaches a hundred years, it can actively summon heavenly thunder, allowing it to grow at an incredible speed."

"What?" Ye Lingling covered her red lips, glancing at the rolling thunderclouds in the sky and the countless Thunder-Roaring Hell Vine spirit beasts, then urged, "Then let's leave quickly."

Han Yu sighed softly and said, "We can't leave; the space is in a state of lockdown."

Upon hearing this, Ye Lingling's brows furrowed tightly. She shrank closer to Han Yu's side, her fingers gently tugging at the corner of his clothes.

Having never traveled alone before, she felt completely at a loss after encountering such a situation so soon.

Han Yu looked down at Ye Lingling and smiled, saying, "Don't panic. These Thunder-Roaring Hell Vines are only just over a hundred years old. The vines are merely passively absorbing the stray lightning power in the air; they should be in a dormant state."

Hearing Han Yu's voice, Ye Lingling felt a strange sense of peace. Without even realizing it, she had begun to place her trust in him.

She took a deep breath, her fingers trembling as she pointed, her expression blank as she asked, "That... is that one also dormant?"

Han Yu turned his head, following the direction Ye Lingling was pointing.

In the center of the space, beneath countless lightning storms, that thick Thunder-Roaring Hell Vine pulsed with golden stripes, absorbing the power of the lightning in a rhythm that resembled breathing.

Han Yu frowned and shook his head, saying, "Perhaps, otherwise we would already be dead."

He stared at the pool of lightning, which was filled with a violent aura, feeling a sense of dread as a bold guess surfaced in his mind.

However, given his current strength, he wouldn't stand a chance even if the creature were on the verge of death.

Just then, the thunderclouds in the sky churned, and a blinding bolt of violent lightning struck down.

Han Yu reacted with lightning speed, his Wind-Thunder Wings snapping open behind him like a barrier to shield Ye Lingling completely. The silver-white arc of electricity struck the wings, sending off a spray of fine, glowing sparks.

Ye Lingling pressed against Han Yu's bare chest, her head bowed, her nose filled with the scent of the young man.

Her eyes widened, then she immediately squeezed them shut, her cheeks turning scorching hot, the redness spreading from her neck to her earlobes.

"Young Master, your clothes..." She turned her head away, stammering.

Han Yu snapped to his senses and moved like a bolt of lightning. The bath towel was once again wrapped securely around his waist, and he turned his back, pretending nothing had happened.

He never carried clothes in his spirit storage device when he went out, which had led to this embarrassing situation.

He scratched his head and looked at the spirit storage device at Ye Lingling's waist.

"That... I only have these." Noticing Han Yu's gaze, Ye Lingling bit her red lip and slowly pulled several pink nightgowns from her device, turning her head to the side.

These were her personal undergarments, some of which she had worn just yesterday. At the thought, her ears turned even redder, and her fingers twisted together.

Rip.

Ye Lingling slowly turned her head, her eyes full of surprise. Then, the shyness on her face cooled instantly; her red lips pouted slightly, and her cheeks puffed out into two little mounds.

Han Yu had violently torn the nightgowns apart, discarding the straps and decorations, and tied the remaining fabric together to make a makeshift vest and shorts.

He looked at his creation with satisfaction; now he wouldn't have to worry about being mistaken for an exhibitionist.

As the Young Master and the face of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, it wouldn't do to leave a bad impression.

Han Yu landed on the ground with Ye Lingling and stretched his arms vigorously, a relaxed expression on his face, completely oblivious to the resentment rising beside him.

He took meat and water from his spirit storage device, snapped off a piece of dead wood, and sent a wisp of Evil-Warding Divine Thunder from his fingertip to easily ignite a campfire. He skillfully roasted the meat over the fire, the fat dripping and sizzling.

Ye Lingling clutched her growling stomach and watched quietly, the resentment in her heart gradually dissipating.

She found that Han Yu was well-prepared for everything and could turn any danger into safety—except for the clothes, of course.

Before long, the aroma of roasted meat filled the air.

Han Yu handed the cooked meat over.

Ye Lingling took it and took a small bite; the taste was mediocre.

Yet, she looked up at Han Yu, nodded earnestly, and said with sincerity, "It's delicious."

Time passed quickly.

During the year they spent searching for a way out, the two gradually stopped being as like strangers as they were at the beginning.

At first, Ye Lingling would stare blankly at the gray sky, missing her family.

Whenever Ye Lingling felt down, Han Yu would offer encouragement, tell stories to comfort her, and even reveal the Spirit Gathering Array, leading by example as he brought her along to cultivate.

His body, improved by two immortal herbs, had seen his cultivation speed increase dramatically, and his spirit power had now reached level forty.

Ye Lingling had long since reached level thirty, but she couldn't break through because she lacked a suitable spirit ring.

As they did every day, Han Yu built a fire while Ye Lingling picked some fruits, rolled up her sleeves, and carefully washed them, preparing to boil a simple fruit soup.

Rumble.

The silver thunderclouds overhead suddenly boiled, transforming into a massive, inverted vortex.

Han Yu shouted abruptly, "Watch out!"

He grabbed Ye Lingling by the wrist and retreated violently.

A bolt of lightning, interwoven with gold, silver, and purple, crashed down ferociously from the pitch-black vortex. As the lightning flowed, it faintly coalesced into an ancient rune, radiating a pressure that made both Han Yu and Ye Lingling tremble.

A memory flashed into Han Yu and Ye Lingling's minds out of thin air.

The perspective belonged to a small, thin Thunder-Roaring Hell Vine growing in a crevice at the edge of a giant Thunder Pool.

It looked up at a figure above, who held a wide Great Ruler, swinging it so tightly that not even a drop of water could pass through, fending off the golden lightning surrounding them.

A giant dragon made entirely of flowing golden lightning roared at the sky, enduring the agony of thousands of falling thunderbolts.

Under this terrifying pressure, the newly formed soul of the Thunder-Roaring Hell Vine was scattered, its origin power damaged, forcing it into a state similar to an embryonic form. By a stroke of luck, it drifted from the turbulence into this space.

Under its interference, this place gradually transformed into a Thunder Prison, unconsciously absorbing the power of the heavenly thunder from the entire space, which caused all other Thunder-Roaring Hell Vines here to only reach a hundred-year lifespan.