Nine Firmaments Divine Thunder True Sovereign.
On the divine thunder peak, where violet-blue lightning raged year-round, the air was fierce and full of yang energy. Fiends and specters were barred from it; demons and monsters dared not come within an inch, lest their souls scatter on the spot.
Generations of patriarchs of Nine Firmaments Divine Thunder True Sovereign had built formations upon this natural divine peak and refined it for over a hundred thousand years, raising its power still further. Thunder laws spread in every direction, their pressure so terrifying that even Void Refining cultivators dared not approach within tens of thousands of kilometers.
Such was the foundation of a True Sovereign that ruled its domain!
Atop the thunder peak, an old man, a young man, and a woman sat cross-legged, drinking together as they discussed the Dao. Laughter rang out from time to time; they seemed utterly at ease.
These three were the sect's Void Refining cultivators, known as the Nine Firmaments Three Patriarchs.
The old man with a violet face and hair like lightning was Ten Thousand Thunders True Venerable, the sect's current patriarch. A mid-stage Void Refining cultivator, he could rival a late-stage one with the help of treasures accumulated through more than a hundred thousand years of the sect's history.
The three chatted and laughed.
"Ah!"
At one point, the Daoist nun let out a long sigh. "How much longer must we sit here, shut inside the sect?"
"Having attained Void Refining, we should be free to roam the four corners of the world, visiting the North Sea at dawn and Cangwu at dusk. Instead, we're prisoners confined to one little peak. How miserable is that?"
"That Blood Lake has gone too far!"
Killing intent and anger showed on her face.
It was not merely a