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Under a broken wall deep within the Wanbingyuan, amidst the overgrown weeds, a hidden cave can be seen upon closer inspection. Although the cave's location is secretive, the space inside is quite expansive.
On a massive stone within the cave, a young man dressed in a black robe sits quietly in a meditative posture, his hands resting in front of his chest, each forming a peculiar hand seal. He is clearly in the midst of meditation and cultivation. Under his influence, dense Earth Power gathers around him, while purple Lightning Arc flickers everywhere, creating an overwhelming pressure even without intention.
His eyes are tightly closed, and his stern face is as resolute as if chiseled from stone. His disheveled black hair appears wild and untamed, and his robust body stands tall like a mountain, with an unyielding spirit that is proud and defiant. Unbeknownst to him, the young master of the Sun Family has grown into a true powerhouse—one who can roam freely across the Thunder Continent Eight States Seventy-Six Counties. This growth has come through countless trials marked by bloodshed.
Indeed, the Thunder Body is incredibly advantageous for those who cultivate lightning.
Attracting the Thunder Power, countless bolts of energy drifting through the earth rush toward him frantically, requiring no active guidance. The Thunderbolt Technique operates at full capacity, with purple Thunder Power flooding into his body as if being poured in. During this cycle, Sun Zhe's injuries heal rapidly, and even the dim lightning star within his Left Eye gradually brightens.
Meanwhile, Jingjing sits in a corner, cradling a Mysterious Ancient Cauldron that is about the same size as its body. As it absorbs energy, strands of gray light slowly flow from the Ancient Cauldron into its body. With each strand that enters, Jingjing's feathers become increasingly translucent, even showing signs of transitioning from purplish-red to bright red. The energy contained within Jingjing also grows stronger. No one knows what mysterious origins this uniquely gifted creature possesses.
Time passes slowly as both man and bird seem immersed in their cultivation, oblivious to the passage of time.
Three months later
Suddenly, his tightly shut eyes snap open. Black pupils flash as two brilliant beams of Purple Radiance flicker momentarily. Within his Left Eye, four exceptionally clear Purple Star Points manifest in an eerie transformation. A terrifying aura of thunder instantly fills the entire cave. After three months, not only has Sun Zhe fully recovered from his injuries, but he has also gained immense benefits from repeated battles and has naturally stepped into the realm of Four-Star Thunder Sovereign.
"Chirp... Chirp..."
As if sensing that Sun Zhe has awakened from his meditation, Jingjing immediately flies onto his shoulder and excitedly calls out. Its appearance clearly indicates that it has just woken up; Sun Zhe cannot discern whether it has been sleeping or cultivating during these days.
However, regarding this extraordinary creature, Sun Zhe feels no need to worry because even if it were truly sleeping, its rate of growth in strength is astonishingly terrifying. If it were to diligently cultivate, others would have no chance at all.
"They should have all left by now..."
Standing in the cave, looking outside, Sun Zhe's gaze flickered slightly as he murmured to himself.
In fact, if he really wanted to leave, his injuries would have fully healed two months ago, and he could have departed from Wanbingyuan then. However, he knew that at that time, the people of Wanbingyuan were certainly not dispersed. Tens of thousands had gathered in Wanbingyuan to compete for the Rare Treasure, and many had perished in various places. Even the Thunder Lord Expert had likely suffered significant losses. Those who did not obtain the treasure would not be willing to give up; many would be lying in wait for him to emerge.
The Divine Blade was divided into four parts: he obtained one part, the Veiled Woman got one part, while the other two parts fell into the hands of Great Yuan Sect and Yuling Sect. Few dared to snatch the portions held by Great Yuan Sect and Yuling Sect unless it was the Sword Pavilion or Golden Thunder Sect, both of which were also Sixth-Rank Sects. However, that possibility was slim; everyone’s focus was certainly on him and the Veiled Woman.
The Veiled Woman had a mysterious background. However, the Realm of Thunder Sovereign had already acquired the extraordinary Exotic Beasts—the Three-Eyed Golden-Winged Eagle—indicating her deep connections. Sun Zhe suspected that after she entered Wanbingyuan, there might be powerful individuals protecting her; otherwise, how could she venture alone? Regardless, with her backing, she was naturally very safe.
After that, only Sun Zhe remained. It seemed that only his quarter of the treasure was feasible to seize. He had already severed ties with his sect and left Xuan Lei Sect, and he had a deep enmity with Golden Thunder Sect. Without power or influence, he was naturally seen as a "Moving Treasure" in everyone's eyes; countless people must be searching for him.
Thinking of this, Sun Zhe's gaze involuntarily turned to the Divine Blade Light Sphere within the Ethereal Ring. With a wave of his right hand, the black light sphere instantly appeared above his right hand. The strange aura had vanished, replaced by a dense Sword Qi.
Initially, when the Divine Blade took shape, it was divided into four by four powerful beasts before even the Blade Spirit could manifest. Now it had returned to a chaotic state once again. If Sun Zhe could wait for a thousand or ten thousand years, perhaps this light sphere in his hand would grow back into a Divine Blade and re-coalesce into an Eight-Foot Divine Blade. But how could Sun Zhe possibly wait that long?
Grasping the light sphere with his right hand, Sun Zhe focused his mind. The black light sphere began to slowly change in his hand; it elongated rapidly and transformed into a long strip shape in an instant. But this was not the end; moments later, a prototype of a Long Sword appeared in Sun Zhe's hand.
Sun Zhe concentrated even harder, channeling all his Spiritual Power as time gradually flowed by. With a crisp low hum, a Seven-Foot Black Longsword truly materialized in Sun Zhe's hand. Gripping it tightly with his right hand brought an overwhelming sensation of bloodline merging into his heart; it felt as if he was the sword and the sword was him—both had seemingly fused into one.
The black blade shimmered with brilliance, its sharp Sword Aura chilling to the bone. At the moment this sword solidified, an indescribable aura immediately spread throughout the cave; even Jingjing widened her eyes in curiosity.
"North Star."
Looking at the two traditional Chinese characters engraved on the blade, Sun Zhe felt a slight shock. These characters were not something he had deliberately inscribed; they were inherent to the blade itself.
The Divine Blade was famous, named North Star.
As if recalling something, Sun Zhe immediately brushed his left hand lightly over the Ethereal Ring, and an Ancient War Blade appeared in his hand. Although this Ancient War Blade was not considered a Divine Weapon, it was forged through countless battles and was a high-quality Weapon, far superior to ordinary weapons.
However, the moment Sun Zhe took out the Ancient War Blade, which was only a few feet away from the North Star Blade, the Ancient War Blade began to tremble violently, as if it had encountered something it greatly feared.
"Chirp chirp..." Jingjing immediately called out. Sun Zhe understood its meaning; the Ancient War Blade was afraid of the North Star Blade held in Sun Zhe's right hand. How could Sun Zhe not notice this?
"It has indeed reached the realm of a Divine Weapon, but unfortunately it is still incomplete and cannot condense a Blade Spirit."
Sun Zhe sighed and tossed the Ancient War Blade back into the Ethereal Ring. He had once read a record in the library of the Xuan Lei Sect that whenever a Divine Weapon came into existence, the Dao would automatically name it, followed by the descent of earthly tribulations to refine its true form. If it could survive, it would truly become a Divine Weapon. Such a Divine Weapon would transcend the five elements and could even cultivate and improve itself.
At first, Sun Zhe thought it was merely a myth, but he did not expect it to be real. The North Star Blade in his hand clearly qualified as a Divine Weapon and received its earthly name; however, this blade was not complete yet, so no Spirit of the Divine Weapon had formed within it, and naturally, no earthly tribulation had descended.
"Perhaps..." Sun Zhe's gaze flickered as an idea suddenly surged into his mind.
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