[Clear Yang Mighty Spirit Pavilion] stood at the center. It towered straight into the clouds, its summit lost to distant sight, golden thunder gathering around it and Pure Yang hanging high above.
Beneath the pavilion lay the Thunder Pool. Its thunder was still, without a ripple. From afar it resembled black iron, a stretch of profound darkness. Several people stood silently outside the pool, all at the Foundation Establishment middle stage. For a time, all was quiet.
Song Shiming and Xiao Xueya exuded formidable auras as they stood at opposite ends of the Thunder Pool. Their unsettled breaths made it clear that they had already fought. Indeed, most of those who had arrived looked as though they had endured a bitter battle.
When Yun Cangyu of the Thunder Ghost lineage saw Xu Xuan, his expression shifted, and he greeted him from afar. He seemed to want to approach for a conversation, but ultimately stopped, looking somewhat apologetic.
Xu Xuan had a fairly good impression of this demon. He smiled at him, signaling that he need not come over, then turned his attention to Luo Shunfu nearby, a direct heir of the Thunder Edict Path.
The man still wore his bright blue treasured armor. Looking composed, he held a Lightning Mirror aloft and stood alone. Having cultivated an orthodox blood qi art, Xu Xuan could naturally sense the stench of consumed blood qi clinging to him.
Luo Shunfu seemed to be stealing covert glances at him, which left Xu Xuan rather uncomfortable.
He cultivates thunder arts yet consumes blood qi. Does he have no intention of attaining a divine ability?
Xu Xuan had no desire to bother with him. He had only spared him a few extra glances because the Thunder Edict Path had ties to the Liu Household. In terms