Night was black as ink, staining the entire Lei Mo Mountain Range in darkness. The thunder boat carried Xiao Hua and the others down before a towering peak in the Lei Mo Mountain Range. The peak stood several hundred zhang high, its summit rising above the black clouds, its full appearance impossible to see. Beneath the clouds lay another gloomy expanse, filled with countless shadows, making even its outline difficult to discern.
The thunder boat flashed with lightning as it gradually approached the mountain. Ripples suddenly spread through midair, and like a stone thrown into water, the thunder boat churned the entire space into disorder. Standing atop the boat and watching this strange sight, Xiao Hua already understood that the peak must have been protected by the Thunder Control Sect's restrictive formations. Sure enough, once the thunder boat passed completely through, his eyes brightened and his view abruptly opened up.
This was a mountain peak lush with flowers and grass. Though night had already fallen, countless round spheres the size of dou floated in the air above the mountain. Within them, innumerable bolts of lightning hissed and crackled, casting pale blue radiance. Their glow illuminated the entire peak. Other than everyone's faces being blue, it was no different from broad daylight beneath an azure sky!
Looking farther up the mountain, cultivators were scattered everywhere across the peak like ants. Some sat with closed eyes, regulating their breath; some discussed matters in groups of two or three; others paced back and forth.
Good heavens, the Thunder Control Sect truly moved on a grand scale! Never mind the formations on this mountain—there must be tens of thousands of disciples here for this selection alone, right? Xiao Hua was shaken as he watched.
Xue Xue clearly had not expected such a spectacular sight