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Lingyun Prefecture, Lingjia Village
Sun Zhe sat quietly cross-legged in his bedroom, his eyes slightly closed, hands resting on his knees in a mudra. A mysterious aura surrounded his body, and as the technique operated, the stray Earth Spirit Energy from the outside began to converge towards him, entering through the top of his head and slowly flowing into his body.
Purple Lightning flickered incessantly, countless arcs of electricity enveloping him. A powerful Thunder Might emanated from Sun Zhe, and upon closer inspection, a diamond-like Purple Star Point sparkled within his Left Eye, taking on an eight-sided diamond shape, continuously rotating and shimmering with mysterious light.
It had been over a month since his last visit to the Extreme West Land. Although the last advancement was perilous, he successfully ascended to the Realm of the Thunder Lord. After more than a month of cultivation, the Thunder Power within him had ceased its agitation, stabilizing at the one-star Thunder Lord level.
However, this one-star Thunder Lord was much stronger than an average one-star Thunder Lord. Not only was the Thunder Power within him far purer, but the amount of Thunder Power he consumed to condense this Star Point was also significantly greater than that required for an ordinary one-star Thunder Lord. The superiority in both quality and quantity gave Sun Zhe an overwhelming advantage at the early stage of being a Thunder Lord.
Being king among peers is no joke.
Suddenly, his slightly closed eyes snapped open, two purple glimmers flashing by. Sun Zhe immediately directed his gaze towards a clear space in the room.
A gray ripple spread out, and the calm space suddenly stirred with waves. Under Sun Zhe's watchful eye, an old man's figure stepped out from the space. He still wore that lazy expression, holding onto his ever-present Wine Gourd, and casually found a stool to sit down.
"What's wrong? Not welcoming me?"
He took a swig from his drink and glanced at Sun Zhe, casually starting a conversation.
"No, I'm just curious why you're not drinking with that drunkard at this hour; how come you have time to come here..."
The drunkard referred to by Sun Zhe was Jingjing. Ever since he first drank with Sun Zhe, he had developed a taste for it. With the old man's seasoned guidance as a heavy drinker, Jingjing's alcohol tolerance had been increasing day by day, making him quite the drinking companion for the old man.
"Hmph, look at your tone. If it weren't for me, with your impulsiveness, you would have collapsed along with the space long ago."
Thinking back to what happened last time in the Extreme West Land, he felt a surge of anger. He had to keep his domain fully open for an entire night just to support it. Even when fighting others, there was no need for such prolonged support. Especially to stabilize the space, he had to concentrate fully and couldn't do anything else.
"I can't be blamed for that; who told you to just throw me into that unstable space without any warning? How was I supposed to know it was unstable?" Sun Zhe shrugged helplessly.
"You... alright, alright, I don't want to argue with you anymore. I'm here because I have something to discuss with you."
The old man shook his head helplessly, put down the Wine Gourd in his hand, and suddenly turned serious, his eyes losing their playful demeanor.
Seeing the old man's expression, Sun Zhe straightened up, a solemn look appearing in his eyes.
"Before we get into this matter, let me ask you: have you ever heard of the Thunder Temple?"
"Thunder Temple?" Confusion flashed in Sun Zhe's eyes; it was the first time he had heard this term. He looked at the old man and slowly shook his head.
"Well, you've only been a Cultivator for a short time, so it's not surprising that you haven't heard of it. However, any Cultivator who has reached a certain level on the continent basically knows the name Thunder Temple, and no one speaks of it lightly, not even the top experts." At this point, a hint of seriousness appeared in the old man's eyes, as if he too felt the weight of the topic.
"Speak lightly? Is Thunder Temple a powerful force like those four Sixth-Rank Sects?"
From what Sun Zhe knew, the Golden Thunder Sect, Great Luo Sect, Sword Pavilion, and Yuling Sect were all incredibly powerful forces that had been around for thousands of years. Each Sect was filled with countless strong individuals; even a Thunder Sovereign Level Cultivator would only serve as an Elder Steward.
What is an Elder Steward? To put it nicely, they are elders; to put it bluntly, they are just doing chores. They are responsible for handling miscellaneous affairs within the Sect. This shows how formidable the Four Major Sects are. For Sun Zhe, these Four Major Sects were indeed unimaginably large forces; at least for now, he did not have the qualifications to challenge even one of them.
"Four Major Sects?" To Sun Zhe's surprise, the old man actually laughed disdainfully.
"The Four Major Sects can't even be compared to the Thunder Temple."
Before Sun Zhe could respond, the old man dropped another bombshell. The Four Major Sects, which seemed incredibly powerful in Sun Zhe's mind, were actually incomparable to the Thunder Temple. How could Sun Zhe not be shocked?
"Let me put it this way: those so-called Four Major Sects each occupy a state. Together they only control four states. But the Thunder Continent has Eight States and Seventy-Six Counties. The four most prosperous states in the east and north of the continent have no forces occupying them? No, that's wrong; those four most prosperous states are all occupied by the Thunder Temple."
"This... how is that possible?"
Sun Zhe's eyes widened in shock as he muttered to himself involuntarily. If that were true, how could the four Sixth-Rank Sects allow such a force to grow strong? They must understand that if they did nothing, their four states could also be occupied by the Thunder Temple. The Four Major Sects would surely unite to deal with this so-called Thunder Temple.
"Ha ha, are you wondering why the four major Sixth-Rank Sects don't unite to deal with the monopolistic Thunder Temple?" The old man casually glanced at Sun Zhe, as if seeing through his thoughts, and slowly asked.
Sun Zhe did not hide anything and nodded seriously.
"It's not that they don't want to suppress Thunder Temple, but rather that they simply can't. Or perhaps they were intentionally or unintentionally supported by Thunder Temple itself. What do they have to suppress Thunder Temple with?"
The old man sighed lightly, but a different color flashed in his eyes.
"The so-called sect ranking system in Thunder Continent is entirely controlled by Thunder Temple. The ranking and promotion of each sect are determined by Thunder Temple. Why are the Four Major Sects so powerful yet only classified as Sixth-Rank Sects? Because there is only one Seventh-Rank Sect, and that is Thunder Temple."
"What I'm saying is not that the Four Major Sects are weak; they are all powerful forces with a legacy of thousands of years. Some of the old monsters within them even make me wary. However, Thunder Temple is stronger. The Three Houses and Six Halls—each expert within those halls can rival a Sixth-Rank Sect, and the Three Houses, which have always remained in the shadows, hide even more powerful beings. It is also the only powerful force that has existed since Ancient Times. No one knows exactly when Thunder Temple appeared or if it existed when Thunder Continent was formed..."
Thunder Temple, the only Seventh-Rank Sect on the continent, finally made Sun Zhe understand why sects were divided into seven ranks while the immensely powerful Four Major Sects were merely Sixth-Rank Sects. It was because there was an even more powerful force above them: Thunder Temple, a force capable of dominating the entire Thunder Continent.
"And the reason I came to find you today is related to Thunder Temple..."
Once Sun Zhe recovered from his shock, the old man slowly spoke again, finally revealing the purpose of his visit.
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