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"Here comes the Thunder God Sect Young Master; I didn't expect him to arrive as well. It seems that this time at the Thunder God Temple, there will be quite a competition." Outside Thunder God City, several people arrived, and their attire was immediately recognized by the martial artists.
"I never thought that the Thunder God Sect Young Master would become a King-Level Martial Artist; it's truly incredible. It looks like he is here for the Thunder God Legacy."
The Thunder God Sect is the dominant force in Leizhou, just like the One-Pin Hall in Jiangzhou, both possessing unparalleled power in their respective regions. However, this Thunder God Sect Young Master seems even more formidable, having achieved the status of a King-Level Martial Artist. This leaves many of his peers feeling overshadowed.
Not only did the Thunder God Sect Young Master come, but other sects' Young Masters and top disciples from Leizhou also rushed to Thunder God City. With only three months left until the emergence of the Thunder God Temple, nearly all martial artists interested in it have gathered in Thunder God City, waiting for its arrival.
The gathering of geniuses in Thunder God City has naturally led to numerous conflicts and rumors. Geniuses are never content with idleness; battles and duels occur daily, with some gaining fame from their fights while others fall short and become stepping stones. Joys and sorrows unfold here every moment.
As three months passed, the talented martial artists of Leizhou grew increasingly anxious. Several King-Level Martial Artists also made their appearances, adding fuel to the fire in Leizhou City, resembling a volcano ready to erupt at any moment.
"Only ten days left? That sounds about right. After ten months, my strength can only reach this level." In an inn, Ren Pingsheng opened his eyes. During this time, he had been cultivating here without stepping outside. The results he achieved were quite impressive.
Now his Cloud Realm had increased from eighty percent to ninety percent, and his Sword Momentum had also reached ninety percent. This was mainly due to his greatly enhanced comprehension, allowing him to grasp things so quickly. For those with average comprehension, it would likely take two or three years to achieve such progress.
"Thanks to the Soul Refinement Technique, I've now cultivated halfway through the Fourth Layer; I've already consumed nine out of twenty-seven Gray Clouds. With another two or three years, I should be able to break through. But this cultivation feels like it’s still far away!" he said with some lamentation.
Only by breaking through the Fourth Layer of the Soul Refinement Technique can he advance to King-Level Martial Artist. Now with another two or three years, he should be able to break through the Soul Refinement Technique, but he has no idea when he will succeed in becoming a King-Level Martial Artist. Previously he worried whether he could break through the Soul Refinement Technique; now he worries that his cultivation cannot keep up.
"Currently, my Golden Realm, Cloud Realm, Blood Realm, and Sword Momentum are all fully developed; next is to perfect them before considering Evolutionary Essence. As for the four Artistic Conceptions of water, fire, earth, and wood, I can only set them aside for now and revisit them when I have time!"
He stood up and stretched lazily. This is one of the downsides of comprehending too many Artistic Conceptions; it requires too much time for understanding and can delay cultivation. Especially in terms of future Profound Meaning comprehension, it will take even more time. At this moment, he recalled what the Demon Emperor had once told him: to carefully consider the path he would take in the future.
"Ha... Han Xing should be getting anxious by now. I'll go see what his purpose is!" Ren Pingsheng opened the door and walked out slowly. He was already accustomed to the lively atmosphere outside; after just a glance, he headed towards the Thunder God Tavern.
"Ah, Brother Chu Ping, you’ve arrived! I was worried something had happened to you and that you wouldn’t make it!" As Ren Pingsheng reached the entrance of the Thunder God Tavern, Han Xing, who was sitting nearby, waved at him with a big smile, as if they were old friends who hadn’t seen each other in years.
"Ha ha, I’m really sorry. I got delayed by some matters. Thank you for waiting so long, Han brother. I wonder if the others have all arrived?" Chu Ping was the name used by Ren Pingsheng to conceal his identity.
"Haha, we’re still missing a few people. We can wait for three more days. If they haven’t come by then, we’ll give up on them. By that time, the Thunder God Temple should show some signs, and we all need to head over."
Ren Pingsheng sat down at a table where most of the attendees were martial artists who had escorted together at that time; they were somewhat familiar with each other and nodded in greeting.
"By the way, let me introduce everyone. This is my friend, Golden Dragon. He received the news and rushed over immediately, bringing along ten friends as well. Everyone should get to know each other; once we enter the Thunder God Temple with so many of us gathered, even a King-Level Martial Artist wouldn’t dare to underestimate us," Han Xing said while pointing at a scholar-like man.
"Han brother, I’m late this time; please forgive me!" At that moment, another person entered through the door—a brute with a scruffy beard and Perfect Sect Level cultivation.
"Haha, it’s good that Brother Luo has arrived." Han Xing's eyes lit up upon seeing the newcomer, and he immediately smiled. "This is Arhat brother; he also brought five friends along and is one of our companions."
"Han brother, it seems we might have no less than twenty companions this time," Ren Pingsheng asked in surprise while pondering what Han Xing's true intentions were in gathering so many people.
"That’s right. I received news that over a hundred King-Level Experts are coming to this Thunder God Temple. We Zong-level Martial Artists are at a disadvantage, which is why we gathered so many companions—partly for self-protection and partly to gain some rewards. With so many of us around, even King-Level Experts wouldn’t dare to act recklessly."
Han Xing explained while revealing some information. As soon as he finished speaking, the martial artists at the table looked astonished. The thought of over a hundred King-Level Experts was unimaginable. Any complaints about Han Xing gathering so many people vanished without a trace.
"Oh, that makes sense now; we should thank Han brother for this," Ren Pingsheng said with realization before sincerely expressing his gratitude.
"Ha ha, since we have entered the Thunder God Temple together, I naturally need to prepare thoroughly. Come, let's drink. I hope we can gain something in the Thunder God Temple." He raised his glass and said with a smile.
Three days passed in the blink of an eye, and all the martial artists who were supposed to come had arrived. Except for Yi Qingyi, who was secretly sent away by Ren Pingsheng, no one else was absent.
"Boom..." On this day, a sudden rumble of thunder echoed in the sky, startling many people. Then they all reacted and rushed out of Thunder God City with ecstatic expressions, looking into the distance.
In the far distance, lightning flashed and thunder roared, even blocking out the sun's brilliance. At that moment, they were all so excited that they could hardly contain themselves; they knew this was the omen before the emergence of the Thunder God Temple. With this phenomenon appearing, the Thunder God Temple would emerge in six days.
"Ah, the Thunder God Temple has appeared in the southeast direction of Thunder God City; let's hurry over." Some martial artists could no longer hold back and flew toward the distance.
"The Thunder God Temple has finally appeared; this time I must obtain the Heritage." Some talented individuals also couldn't hide their joy on their faces, having long desired the Thunder God Legacy.
"Alright, the omen of the Thunder God Temple has appeared. It will emerge in six days; let's prepare and set off tomorrow morning." Han Xing tried to suppress his excitement as he spoke to everyone.
Except for a few impatient martial artists who couldn't wait and hurried over, most held back their impulses and returned to Thunder God City to make some preparations before gradually setting off.
Early the next morning, Ren Pingsheng arrived at the southern gate of Thunder God City and saw nearly thirty martial artists gathered there, chatting and laughing. Han Xing waved at him from a distance to greet him.
"Alright, everyone is here; let's set off." After waiting for a moment longer, a total of thirty Zongji Jing martial artists, led by Han Xing, flew toward the direction where the Thunder God Temple had appeared.
This time, the location of the Thunder God Temple was southeast of Thunder God City, about three hundred miles away. For Zong-level Martial Artists, covering three hundred miles would take just over a day if they traveled at full speed.
Along the way, many martial artists were rushing over like Ren Pingsheng and his group, traveling in groups of three or five. Occasionally, one or two solitary figures passed by; these individuals also possessed profound cultivation levels, and Han Xing encountered several King-Level Experts as well.
By the time they arrived, it was already the next day. Thousands of martial artists had gathered in the vicinity, all looking up at the distance.
Ren Pingsheng looked somewhat shocked as he gazed into the distance. There lay the Thunder Sea, stretching to the horizon, obscuring the sky and blocking out the sun, filled with flashes of lightning and booming thunder. The waves formed by the Thunder surged continuously, exuding an aura of destruction.
"The Thunder God truly lives up to his reputation; it's terrifying," he quickly closed his eyes and whispered. Just a moment of looking made him feel as if his Sea of Consciousness was filled with Thunder, as if his Soul were on the verge of destruction.
Many martial artists reacted similarly; after just a brief glance, they hurriedly closed their eyes. Among the thousands of martial artists, not a single one could look for more than five minutes, not even the King-Level Experts.
The martial artists who came here found a place to sit quietly and wait for the opening of the Thunder God Temple. Over these five days, more and more martial artists arrived, including Zong-level Martial Artists and King-Level Experts.
"Boom boom boom..." After five days, a sudden series of booming sounds echoed throughout the Thunder Sea. Then, the Thunder Sea began to slowly part, revealing a pathway. From outside, one could vaguely see the grand entrance of the Thunder God Temple. It appeared that the Thunder God Temple was hidden within this Thunder Sea and would not reveal itself easily.
This situation lasted for a moment before the Thunder Sea finally calmed down. The pathway stabilized at once, drawing all martial artists' attention. They all fixed their gaze on the emerging path, watching as the Thunder God Temple appeared faintly within.
The Thunder God Temple emerged only once in an era, so not much information had been passed down. At this moment, they hesitated, unsure if they could enter. Their main concern was about the Thunder Sea; if it erupted while they were inside, there would be nothing left of them.
"Haha, I'll go ahead!" Finally, one martial artist could no longer hold back; he flashed forward and cautiously stepped onto the path.
"Haha, no problem! The Heritage is mine!" That martial artist felt no danger halfway through and could no longer contain himself; he increased his speed and reached deep into the passage.
"Go! We can't let him get ahead!" At this moment, those outside could no longer hold back either; like arrows released from bows, they flashed forward and surged into the passage.
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