Ning Fa looked up.
At the very highest point of the hall, a miniature thunder tower several feet tall floated silently.
Its appearance was identical to the thunder tower outside, though it was somewhat illusory. Countless mysterious crimson runes wound endlessly around it like crimson Thunder Chains.
Ning Fa's gaze immediately sharpened.
Could this crimson thunder tower overhead be the origin source of the Heaven-Piercing Spirit Treasure, the Haolei Tower?
Did that mean that whoever gained control of it could claim this Heaven-Piercing Spirit Treasure for themselves?
At this moment, the cultivators of both sides were fiercely fighting over this miniature thunder tower as their boundary. Clearly, they placed tremendous importance on it, which seemed to confirm his speculation.
Just as Ning Fa's thoughts surged, the fierce sounds of battle in the distance abruptly ceased, and numerous powerful divine senses immediately swept over.
The moment they saw Ning Fa, everyone revealed differing expressions.
Xuan Po's eyes were slightly dim with divine light as he stared at Ning Fa in surprise.
True Lord Tian Xu and Qiao Sheng also glanced at Ning Fa. They had already received Xuan Po's voice transmission informing them of Ning Fa's identity.
Yet their faces remained expressionless. There was even a trace of a bitter smile at the corner of Qiao Sheng's lips.
They had heard before of Ning Fa, the newly appointed Thunder Son of the Punishment Hall, but he had only just formed his Nascent Soul.
Though they did not know how he had reached the second level of this thunder tower, it was clearly of no help. He would only be throwing his life away.
On Lei Prison Mountain's side, Jin Feng was initially somewhat surprised, but mockery soon flashed through his eyes.
Wang Jinglong, the Thunder Son of You Hall, wore a