Dole waved a hand. "You can go. I'll head to the Thunder Sect and take a look."
Hearing this, Grot heaved a huge sigh of relief. "Then please be careful. The people of the Thunder Sect aren't easy to deal with either." As he spoke, he slowly backed away.
Dole paid no attention to the little bat. With a flash, he vanished from where he stood.
Thunder Mountain.
Thunder Mountain was also known as the Ten Thousand Thunder Mountains.
The terrain here stretched for nearly ten thousand li. The mountains rose and fell in endless succession, their peaks thrusting upward. Every mountain at the very center was exceptionally tall, each one like a sharp dagger stabbing straight into the clouds.
Thunder Mountain was not particularly high in elevation—indeed, it was only half as high as Mount Aya—but the surrounding world carried a strange feeling. The winds were fierce, the clouds extraordinarily dense, and the place lay at a high altitude, where air currents raged fiercely, constantly breeding lightning in the sky.
Black clouds pressed overhead, gales howled, lightning flashed, and thunder roared. Bolts of lightning crashed down from the heavens like swords, striking the mountaintops with earth-shaking crackles. It was terrifying.
Yet strangely, there was very little rain here.
Beneath the shroud of dark clouds, the vast mountain range seemed somewhat grim and eerie. Lightning tore through the sky, carrying boundless power of light and fire—terrifying, majestic. This mountain range gave off an exceedingly strange feeling.
As though it bore a grudge against this world.
That was what he saw with his eyes.
Dole merely glanced at it before shifting to the level of laws and examining it carefully.
After only one look, he fell into thought.
The laws of thunderstorm clouds in this place were extraordinarily dense. It