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Several hours later, a black figure shot up from beneath the Cliff and appeared on the grassy plain in the blink of an eye. Upon closer inspection, this figure was none other than Sun Zhe, who had been hiding in the cave for a full three months, while Jingjing comfortably stood on Sun Zhe's shoulder.
Looking out into the distance, Sun Zhe realized that the landscape of Wanbingyuan had undergone significant changes. The once black earth had turned lush green again, and the eerie atmosphere that had pervaded the entire plain had dissipated. Although it still differed somewhat from an ordinary plain, the feeling of dread was no longer present.
"Let's go!"
Amidst Jingjing's annoyed expression, Sun Zhe casually patted its head and stepped forward, heading toward the outskirts of Wanbingyuan. However, instead of taking the main road, Sun Zhe chose a secluded path. Although he felt that no one would be guarding this place anymore, it was always better to be cautious.
This time, Sun Zhe planned to find a hidden spot to cultivate properly. Wanbingyuan was neither very secretive nor did it have sufficient Earth Spirit Energy; this place was not suitable for closed-door training.
Although this trip to Wanbingyuan had been thrilling, it also allowed Sun Zhe to witness the numerous powerful beings on the continent. Just one Wanbingyuan could attract so many strong individuals, not to mention those cultivators above Thunder Lord who were not permitted to enter. Sun Zhe could hardly imagine how fierce the battles would be if figures like Thunder Lord and Thunder Emperor participated.
Although his cultivation level as a Four-Star Thunder Sovereign was not weak, it still paled in comparison to the overall strength within Thunder Continent. Compared to powerful sects like Golden Thunder Sect, they were even more insignificant; any elder from such sects would possess the cultivation level of a Realm of the Thunder Lord. Especially when he saw the team of over ten Thunder Lord Stage experts sent by the three major sects, Sun Zhe felt an invisible pressure.
"Realm of the Thunder Lord..." he murmured softly, a glint flashing in his eyes.
The seven levels of Thunder cultivation—Thunderer, Thunder Master, Thunder Sovereign, Thunder Lord, Thunder Emperor, and Thunder Saint—each represented a unique understanding of their respective realms. The first three levels involved transformations of internal spiritual power: gas state, liquid state, and solid state. Each transformation allowed for advancement to a new tier. However, upon reaching the Thunder Sovereign level, mastery over external forces became crucial; only then could one grasp opportunities for advancement to the next level. Transitioning from tangible to intangible made progression significantly more challenging.
It is easy to rise but difficult to achieve; how many can truly advance to higher tiers? The hierarchy of cultivators resembles a pyramid—the higher up you go, the fewer cultivators there are. Even among those who can transition from Realm of Thunder Sovereign to Realm of the Thunder Lord, only about two or three out of ten succeed.
"Realm of the Thunder Lord... I still have some distance to go."
With a soft sigh, Sun Zhe pushed aside distracting thoughts and quickened his pace. He moved like a gentle breeze toward the outskirts of Wanbingyuan. After rushing with all his might for just a few hours, Sun Zhe reached the outer edge of Wanbingyuan. Although he encountered several people along the way, none caused him any trouble.
Wanbingyuan got its name because of its rich mineral resources; it is the source for forging countless weapons. Now that Tide Mist had dissipated and many cultivators had retreated, ordinary people who mined and traded naturally returned here. Such individuals frequently traversed the roads.
Suddenly, a gray figure appeared before Sun Zhe. Initially indifferent, he glanced over and couldn't help but focus intently as his eyes widened in surprise.
In the late afternoon twilight, a brisk Autumn Wind blew freely across everyone’s bodies, causing their garments to flutter. By the roadside stood an elderly man well past seventy years old; his long robe did not even flutter slightly in the wind.
Dressed in an extremely ordinary gray linen long shirt, with white hair tightly bound by a purple ancient hairpin, he stood casually with his hands naturally clasped behind his back. Although he appeared to be standing there nonchalantly, he seemed perfectly suited to the environment. If someone were careless, they might not even notice that a person was standing there, as if he had already merged with the surroundings.
The most bizarre thing was that his feet were not touching the ground but hovered an inch above it in a state of suspension. If it weren't for Sun Zhe's extraordinary eyesight, such subtle details would have gone unnoticed.
Being an inch off the ground still meant being off the ground. Ling Kong's levitation signified something... Ordinary people wouldn't know, but as a Cultivator, Sun Zhe understood clearly. Upon witnessing this scene, even the usually composed Sun Zhe couldn't help but gasp in shock, a hint of astonishment flashing in his eyes.
"A Thunder Lord-level expert..."
Ling Kong's flight was indeed a hallmark of a Thunder Lord-level Cultivator.
Sun Zhe's eyelids twitched violently; he didn't dare to look at the old man even once and immediately turned to walk away. However, just as he was about to pass by the old man's side, the old man's half-closed eyes suddenly snapped open.
In that instant when his eyes opened, the air seemed to lose its color, and the clouds swirled. An indescribable eerie aura instantly enveloped the entire area, causing the whole space to freeze in place. Everything fell beyond Sun Zhe's control, and at that moment, all sounds abruptly ceased.
"You are Sun Zhe, right? The Old Man has been waiting for you for a long time..."
The aged voice emerged from the old man's mouth, yet it felt as if it came from another realm. Upon hearing this, Sun Zhe's face turned ashen; he couldn't even move a finger, feeling like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. Not only him but even Jingjing, who possessed extraordinary talent, was in a similar state, her big eyes glaring angrily at the old man ahead.
Sun Zhe never expected that someone would indeed be waiting for him, and it would be such a powerful expert.
Taking a few slow steps forward, the White-Haired Elder gradually approached Sun Zhe. At that moment, Sun Zhe finally got a clear look at the old man's appearance—extremely ordinary—but those eyes resembled two black whirlpools, exuding an irresistible mysterious aura.
"Let me introduce myself first; I am known as the Golden Thunder Elder and hold the position of Grand Elder of the Golden Thunder Sect. I believe you have heard this name before."
The old man smiled slightly and spoke gently. As he smiled, the atmosphere seemed to return to normal; everything regained its freedom, and Sun Zhe was released from his constraints.
Sun Zhe's heart trembled violently; an unprecedented shock surged within him. He never would have imagined that this unremarkable old man was actually the Grand Elder of the Golden Thunder Sect.
The Golden Thunder Sect is one of only four Sixth-Rank Sects on the continent and has been passed down for over ten thousand years. Its strength is far beyond what ordinary people can imagine. As the Grand Elder of the Golden Thunder Sect, this Golden Thunder Elder is a figure who stands above thousands; even within the entire Thunder Continent, he is renowned as an exceptional master. Yet such a person had come forth because of Sun Zhe.
Jing Jing, filled with rage, was directly thrown into the collar, and the panic in Sun Zhe's eyes slowly dissipated, replaced by calmness. Taking a deep breath, Sun Zhe raised his head and calmly looked at the Golden Thunder Elder in front of him, saying,
"Junior Sun Zhe pays respects to Golden Thunder Elder."
Sun Zhe's quick reaction surprised the Golden Thunder Elder. Among the younger generation, few could respond like this. With a look of appreciation, the Golden Thunder Elder smiled faintly and said,
"That old fellow Sun Yuan indeed has a good junior."
Sun Yuan was an ancestor of the Sun Family and Sun Zhe's forebear, a powerful figure who had reached the pinnacle of cultivation. From the Golden Thunder Elder's words, it was clear that he had interacted with Sun Zhe's ancestor, Sun Yuan.
"Alright, Old Man doesn't wish to beat around the bush with you. I know you obtained a quarter of the Divine Weapon in Wanbingyuan, but Old Man is not interested in that. As long as you hand over the Thunder Giant Sword you acquired from your Sun Family Ancestral Tomb to me, I will no longer make things difficult for you. I will also not pursue those useless individuals you have killed."
Though spoken lightly, these words stirred up a storm in Sun Zhe's mind. He realized that everything he had was actually in someone else's hands. The so-called pursuit was merely a drive to push Sun Zhe toward the location of the Sun Family Ancestral Tomb. Once Sun Zhe retrieved the Thunder Giant Sword himself, this scheming Golden Thunder Elder would finally appear to claim his treasure.
What a strong scheme and deep cunning! Sun Zhe deeply understood the terrifying nature of this Golden Thunder Sect Elder.
At that moment, however, a roar echoed from the edge of reality...
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