Crackle, crackle.
Ning Rongrong shivered as electricity snapped all around her.
There was no helping it. Even with the Qingming Sword Case protecting them, lightning that carried a trace of Heavenly Tribulation's might was frightening for two young girls who had only just become Soul Ancestors.
Chen Ling, on the other hand, was utterly calm. Lightning raged around him, but all he felt was refreshed and remarkably comfortable.
His reason for seeking out the Thunderclap Hell Prison Vine was simple: the random divine power he had obtained earlier.
It was pure life force, terrifyingly pure, almost equivalent to a Soul Beast's vital blood essence—and the purest few drops at that.
Chen Ling had a good idea whose it was. With the system concealing it, though, he was not worried about drawing the Divine Realm's attention, even if that might be a good thing in a sense.
The Thunderclap Hell Prison Vine's lightning attribute had been tempered by Heavenly Tribulation for years. Since it was also a plant-type Soul Beast, that attribute had become especially extraordinary.
After destruction came new life. This thing had chosen to face destruction head-on and endure it. Stubborn to the core.
But that attribute fit his theory about developing a destruction attribute later.
It was also seventy thousand years old, a long-lived specimen among Thunderclap Hell Prison Vines. Most of them were blown apart by their own lightning at around fifty thousand years.
Chen Ling did not care much about its age. What he truly needed was the attribute this Soul Beast could provide.
He raised a hand, and the Qingming Sword appeared in it. There was no earth-shaking battle; he simply gave a gentle swing.
A silver-white sword flash swept past. White light flared, and every vine of the Thunderclap Hell Prison Vine was severed