Suddenly, a disturbance came from afar, accompanied by grand sacrificial chants, as though countless ancient ancestors were weeping together.
Shi Yi immediately spotted its source.
It was a group of Thunder Spirits that fed on Heavenly Punishment and thunderbolts-creatures said to become invincible once fully grown, powerful beyond compare.
Such creatures were exceedingly rare, yet hundreds had appeared at once. Some were as thin as chopsticks, others as thick as arms, their bodies arched like snakes.
Yet their scales bore dragon-pattern markings and exuded True Dragon Aura. Lightning wreathed their entire bodies, their presence enough to shake the world.
The most astonishing sight was not these Thunder Spirits, but the being on their backs.
He lay faceup, with grass mats covering him above and below, obscuring him from view.
"So many Thunder Spirits?"
Every hair on San Zang's and Shen Ming's bodies stood on end. Even as Escape One Realm cultivators, they were terrified.
Shi Hao felt the same. These Thunder Spirits were far too powerful. If they went berserk, none of them would be able to escape.
Fortunately, the creatures were immersed in grief and ignored them, simply passing them by.
This left the three slightly stunned. Thunder Spirits were no gentle creatures. They fed on Heavenly Punishment, each tyrannical and utterly vicious. Shi Hao had experienced their terror firsthand during his tribulation.
Yet now, these vicious Thunder Spirits were weeping for a being. It was astonishing.
Shen Ming was about to act, hoping to glimpse the true appearance of the being on the Thunder Spirit’s back, when Shi Yi stopped her.
"Fellow Daoist Pu Yu, do you know that being's origins?" Shen Ming's beautiful eyes shifted toward him as she lowered her hand and asked.
Shi Yi nodded.
Seeing this, Shi Hao and San Zang looked over.
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