Making Peace

The moment Song Wen saw the altar, he recognized it.

It was identical to the Lei Clan's altar, the one that devoured other people's talent for Thunder Arts.

Thinking of the lightning in the valley and the Swift Thunder Harrier with divine Thunderbird blood in its veins, Song Wen instantly understood the purpose of this small secret realm.

They raised lightning-element demonic beasts here to devour their talent for Thunder Arts.

Knowing there could be no greater opportunity at the summit, Song Wen had no intention of risking the climb.

To his surprise, he was not the only one who wanted to stay behind.

After hearing Song Wen say he would not climb the mountain, Tai He hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"Senior Sister Xi Ling, fellow cultivators, I won't climb this mountain either."

Xi Ling looked at Tai He in confusion.

After three days of recuperation, her eyes had all but recovered.

"Junior Brother Tai He, why?"

"Senior Sister Xi Ling," Tai He said, "whatever treasures the Immortal Spirit Pavilion holds, I have to survive to claim them. Each bolt of lightning at the summit is as powerful as a full-strength strike from a Nascent Soul Middle Stage cultivator. With my cultivation at the Nascent Soul Middle Stage, I'm not strong enough to make the climb."

"Tai He, think carefully," Xi Ling said. "We haven't found a single Teleportation Array in this small secret realm so far. If we find one at the summit, we may leave from there and never return to the foot of the mountain. If you don't come with us, you certainly won't be able to climb it alone. And if you can't find another Teleportation Array, I'm afraid your journey through the Divine Blood Hall will end here."

"Senior Sister, I understand what's