Half an hour later, they finally reached the summit of Storm Mountain.
"Whew, we finally made it! The climb was so perilous that I doubt anyone in the entire cultivation world except Senior Xiao could have managed it!" The red-faced old man changed the way he addressed Xiao Yu the moment he reached the summit and began flattering him without the slightest restraint.
In his mind, now that they had reached the summit of Storm Mountain, their chances of escaping this place exceeded ninety percent. If he did not change his form of address and flatter Xiao Yu now, who knew how this "core formation stage" senior would deal with him once they got out?
"Hehe, you flatter me, Fellow Daoist Yun. The cultivation world has countless extraordinary talents, and plenty of people are more capable than I am. Quite a few have the means to handle these dangers. They simply haven't been sucked into the Netherworld." Xiao Yu smiled, then turned his attention to the sky a few hundred feet above the summit.
Although the sky there was dim, not a single dark cloud could be seen. Strangely, however, blue arcs of lightning flashed out of thin air from time to time, accompanied by dull rumbles.
Occasionally, a streak of black lightning drifted among those blue arcs.
"Senior, this box contains the method for refining the Spirit Descending Talisman. Please have a look." Once Xiao Yu finished examining the sky, the red-faced old man approached him, took a crude bone box from inside his robe, and presented it with both hands.
"Oh? You aren't going to wait until we get out before giving it to me?" Xiao Yu was a little surprised by how readily the man understood what was expected of him.
"Hehe, please forgive my foolishness, Senior.