After half an hour, the vortex suddenly began to spin.
Purple light surged violently, forming a massive gateway.
Countless bolts of lightning flowed around the gateway, radiating pure thunder power.
"The Thunder Marsh Secret Realm has opened!"
Someone cried out and charged toward the gateway first.
The others all sprang into action, rushing into the Secret Realm in a mad scramble.
Fenglong slowly opened his eyes. A sharp glint flashed through them, and then his figure flickered as he transformed into a streak of purple light and shot inside.
"Once we enter, whether we live or die will no longer be up to us!"
"Let's hope we can make it back alive!"
"Life and death are decreed by fate; opportunities lie in the heavens!"
Outside, the elders and guides all sighed in sentiment.
The moment Fenglong entered the Secret Realm, he felt a wave of pure thunder power rush toward him, at least ten times denser than in the outside world.
He drew in a deep breath, and thunder power flowed into his body, leaving even his meridians feeling refreshed.
For Lightning Spiritual Roots in the Foundation Establishment Realm, this place was undoubtedly a supreme holy land for cultivation.
Fenglong looked up. Before him stretched a lightning plain, its ground covered in deep-purple rocks filled with fine lightning patterns.
From time to time, purple lightning fell from the sky and struck the rocks, immediately producing sharp crackling sounds and scattering tiny sparks of lightning and stone fragments.
Quite a few lightning-attributed spirit plants grew across the plain.
There was Thunder Spirit Grass whose leaves shimmered with purple radiance.
There was Tribulation Thunder Fruit, its fruit resembling purple lightning.
There was also the Ninth-Grade Thunder Lotus, snow-white all over, with tiny red lightning coiling around the edges of its