Deep within the secret realm, Dong Lin led the team through a forest of stone pillars.
Thunderclouds churned overhead, lightning striking from time to time and blasting charred craters into the ground.
The air was thick with Thunder Spiritual Qi, violent and wild.
"This damned place..."
Han Ling frowned. He cultivated ice-attributed techniques; in this environment, he felt like a fish thrown into boiling soup, discomfort spreading through his entire body.
"The Thunder Spiritual Qi is too violent. The power of my ice spells has dropped by at least thirty percent."
Shi Meng, however, grinned.
"Junior Brother Han, already can't take it?
With my earth-attributed cultivation technique and Body Tempering art, I'm like a fish in water here instead!"
As he spoke, he swung a fist at a massive boulder beside him. His fist collided with the stone with a metallic clang, and the boulder split apart in response.
"What a powerful physique, Senior Brother Shi."
Gu Chen praised.
Dong Lin walked at the very front of the group, holding a compass-like magic artifact in his hand as he continuously adjusted their direction.
This was a simple positioning method he had comprehended from the art of stargazing.
It could guide them through an environment where the magnetic field was in chaos.
"Three li ahead, there is a grove of Lightning-Struck Wood."
Dong Lin suddenly spoke.
"Lightning-Struck Wood is an excellent material for crafting lightning-attributed magic artifacts. We can gather some."
"Lightning-Struck Wood?"
Su Yu's eyes lit up.
"That's good stuff!"
The group quickened their pace.
Before long, a strange forest appeared before them.
The trees were charred black from trunk to crown, yet they still stood tall. Strands of electric light flowed across their trunks.
Clearly, they had mutated after enduring lightning strikes year after year.
"It really is Lightning-Struck