The image in his mind was a vast expanse of black and white.
The ground was pitch-black, while a sea of flickering white surrounded him.
Dragging his feet with difficulty, Zhou Changqing headed straight into the depths of the Thunder Sea.
And so it went.
Only after moving through the Thunder Sea for roughly ten hours did Zhou Changqing stop.
By now, he was three thousand meters from its edge.
After a brief pause, Zhou Changqing went no farther. Instead, he turned around and retraced his steps.
It was not because he had reached the limit of what he could endure.
Moving while tempering his body, with lightning piercing his soul power as well, certainly made every step difficult.
That was why he had covered so little ground in so much time.
Yet he was still quite far from the limits of what his body and soul could withstand.
Still, he could not keep advancing until he reached those limits before withdrawing.
He had to leave himself enough time for the return journey.
Otherwise, he would simply be courting death.
Another ten to twelve hours passed.
At the edge of the Thunder Sea.
A foot finally emerged through the curtain of lightning at its boundary and landed on the ground.
Then Zhou Changqing stepped out of the Thunder Sea entirely.
The instant he emerged, he plopped down on the ground and assumed a cultivation posture.
His hair hung loose and disheveled, and he was stark naked. His flawless physique, brimming with the beauty of strength, stood fully exposed to the air.
Every inch of his skin also radiated golden light, with countless tiny arcs of lightning dancing across it.
His solid muscles looked like pieces of golden glass of varying sizes fitted together, covering every part of his body!
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