Chapter 838 - 836: The Coveted Thunder Spirit Clan

Pfft!

The Annihilation Thunder Dharma Body shattered, and Xiao Tian’s expression changed drastically as he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. His spiritual energy fluctuations weakened rapidly, and his body was sent flying backward in a miserable state from the impact.

If not for the protection of a powerful thunder armor on his body, he might have already lost half his life. Even so, the turbulence within him made it clear that he had suffered severe injuries.

Boom!

Xiao Tian’s body crashed heavily onto the ground, skidding for thousands of feet and leaving a deep trench in his wake. The stone pillars along his path were obliterated by the force.

Pfft!

Another mouthful of blood sprayed out as Xiao Tian lay there, his body covered in wounds and looking utterly wretched.

"Young Master!"

As the shockwave gradually dissipated, the many experts of the Thunder Spirit Clan watched in silence. Then, their figures flashed as they rushed to Xiao Tian’s side, carefully helping him up, their expressions filled with concern.

They hadn’t expected that even after unleashing the clan’s bestowed trump card, their strongest genius and Young Master, Xiao Tian, would still suffer defeat.

Who exactly was this Mo Yu?

"Return the Baleful Thunder Dragon Seal, and for the sake of the Thunder Spirit Clan, I can spare your lives. Otherwise, you can try and see what happens..." Mo Yu stood with his arms crossed, looking down on Xiao Tian and his people with an indifferent expression.

The Thunder Spirit Clan might be a supreme power, but now that Thunder Prison had allied with the Heaven Swallowing Python Clan, they weren’t completely without the ability to resist even if war broke out with the Thunder Spirit Clan.

Hearing Mo Yu’s threat, Xiao Tian wiped the blood from his lips and stared at him grimly. "My Thunder Spirit Clan does not fear threats."

"Then go ahead and try."

Mo Yu replied carelessly, "Besides... you can gamble on whether I’ll actually kill you or not."

Even though Xiao Tian was the Young Master of the Thunder Spirit Clan with a prestigious status, Mo Yu was never one to hesitate or fear power. The only reason he held back was because the cost might be too high.

Xiao Tian fell silent. After a long pause, he looked at Mo Yu and suddenly smiled faintly. "Interesting... I didn’t expect someone like you to emerge on the Heavenly Thunder Continent."

"This time, you win... But the next time we meet, I’ll challenge you again."

With that, Xiao Tian flicked his fingers, sending the Baleful Thunder Dragon Seal shooting out in a silver flash.

After doing so, he no longer hesitated. With a flick of his sleeves, he turned and left. Not only had this trip yielded no rewards, but he had also suffered serious injuries at Mo Yu’s hands. It was utterly humiliating.

But what could he do? Mo Yu’s Supreme Dharma Body was too powerful and mysterious—he simply wasn’t strong enough to fight against it.

Watching Xiao Tian and his group leave, Mo Yu didn’t stop them. Instead, he reached out, and the Baleful Thunder Dragon Seal flew into his palm. As he examined it, he noticed the character "West" engraved on its surface.

His eyes narrowed slightly. His original Baleful Thunder Dragon Seal had already fused with two sub-seals, elevating it to a mid-tier Saint Artifact. If he fused this one as well, could it advance to a high-tier Saint Artifact?

Shaking his head, Mo Yu turned to Qing Yanjing and said, "Miss Ling Jing, this item is useful to me. Would you be willing to let me have it?"

Although he had snatched the Baleful Thunder Dragon Seal from Xiao Tian by his own strength, Qing Yanjing had contributed significantly in gaining access to this great hall. Since they were allies, he couldn’t just take everything for himself without consulting her.

"It’s fine. This item may be extraordinary, but I don’t need it. You can keep it." Qing Yanjing wasn’t particularly interested in the Baleful Thunder Dragon Seal. As a member of the Ancient Buddha Clan, a mere low-tier Saint Artifact held little value to her.

"Many thanks." Mo Yu nodded in gratitude and stored the Baleful Thunder Dragon Seal away.

"What about the others?" He then pointed toward the silver jade scroll floating in midair and the pool of Supreme Spirit Liquid.

"Let’s see what they are first." Qing Yanjing waved her hand, and the silver jade scroll floated into her palm.

Closing her eyes, she sensed its contents. A moment later, her beautiful eyes widened slightly in surprise. "This is a high-tier Grandmaster Spirit Array scroll—the Heavenly Thunder Summoning Array. It allows the user to channel the power of all thunder in the heavens and form a massive thunder array. Its power... is immense."

For even Qing Yanjing to be amazed, the value of this array scroll was undoubtedly exceptional.

Mo Yu was also surprised. A high-tier Grandmaster Spirit Array—such a formation would even make Peak Earthly Supremes wary. He hadn’t expected to find something so valuable here.

It was indeed a great treasure.

However, since he had already taken the Baleful Thunder Dragon Seal, he wouldn’t covet the Heavenly Thunder Summoning Array. He handed it over to Qing Yanjing.

"Then I won’t refuse." Qing Yanjing gracefully accepted the scroll.

"As for the spirit pool..." Mo Yu raised an eyebrow.

"We’ll split it." Qing Yanjing replied nonchalantly.

"Agreed. That would be best. However, refining it might take some time. Let’s divide it after our trip to the Ancient Thunder Palace." Mo Yu suggested.

Qing Yanjing didn’t object. After all, she wasn’t particularly concerned about a few hundred million drops of Supreme Spirit Liquid.

Mo Yu smiled and signaled to Xuan Luo and the others. They immediately drew their swords and carefully excavated the entire spirit pool. Then, with a wave of his hand, Mo Yu stored the entire thing away.

If refined properly, the spirit pool could yield at least several hundred million drops of Supreme Spirit Liquid—a substantial amount. Even after splitting it, Mo Yu would receive about two hundred million drops.

With the spoils of their conquest divided, Mo Yu nodded in satisfaction. This time, they had truly reaped immense rewards.

Then, as if remembering something, Mo Yu’s mind stirred. A streak of purple lightning suddenly flashed—it was none other than the Purple Firmament Eight Desolations Thunder he had taken from Xiao Tian.

As he examined the purple lightning in his hand, he noticed Qing Yanjing hesitating to speak.

"What is it?" he asked.

"If I’m not mistaken, this should be one of the Thunder Spirit Clan’s greatest treasures—the Purple Firmament Eight Desolations Thunder."

Qing Yanjing’s tone carried a hint of solemnity. "It is said to have been born in ancient times and is one of the most renowned Thunder Soul in the Great Thousand World. Over the generations, it has been wielded by the Thunder Spirit Clan’s Patriachs, slaying more than one Heavenly Supreme."

"The one you hold should be a sub-thunder bestowed upon Xiao Tian by the Thunder Spirit Clan’s higher-ups. But even so, it is an unparalleled force that no Supreme can withstand. I never expected you to claim it for yourself."

The Thunder Spirit Clan was a long-established supreme clan in the Great Thousand World. Although not as powerful as the Ancient Buddha Clan, it was still formidable.

Rumor had it that they controlled multiple thunderbolts capable of threatening even Heavenly Supremes, with the Purple Firmament Eight Desolations Thunder being one of their most fearsome assets.

Although Xiao Tian was arrogant and conceited, his strength was undeniable. With the power of the sub-thunder from the Purple Firmament Eight Desolations Thunder, only those who had touched the level of Earthly Supreme could hope to defeat him.

Yet, no one had expected that Mo Yu, who had just stepped into the Ninth Grade Supreme, would actually defeat Xiao Tian. Such an achievement left even Qing Yanjing quite astonished.

She wanted to ask about the origins of Mo Yu’s mysterious Desolate Beast Dharma Body. However, she knew that it was likely his secret. Although they were allies, they were not yet close enough to probe into each other’s depths.

At this moment, Qing Yanjing suddenly noticed Mo Yu’s eyes. A gleam flashed in her beautiful gaze as a thoughtful look surfaced.

Though Mo Yu’s main body and clone looked identical, there was a subtle difference—the main body had silver eyes, whereas the clone had black eyes.

Ordinary people might not think much of this detail, but Qing Yanjing, who was intelligent and well-versed in the ways of the world, instantly realized something.

"So his main body cultivates the path of Thunder, while his clone focuses on the path of physique? That’s quite an unusual path..." she mused internally.

Though she didn’t understand why Mo Yu would create a clone that specialized in body refinement, she knew he must have his own reasoning.

On the other side, after hearing Qing Yanjing explain the origins of the Purple Firmament Eight Desolations Thunder, Mo Yu murmured, "So it’s just a sub-thunder? If the true Purple Firmament Eight Desolations Thunder is so powerful, I imagine my main body would be very interested."

Ever since arriving in the Great Thousand World, his main body had yet to subdue or integrate any new Thunder Soul. If an opportunity arose in the future, he would certainly not miss it.

At that time, perhaps a visit to the Thunder Spirit Clan would be in order.

"Let’s go."

Stowing away the Purple Firmament Eight Desolations Thunder, Mo Yu glanced around the now-empty hall. It had been thoroughly looted, and there was no reason to stay any longer.

Qing Yanjing nodded slightly, and naturally, Xuan Luo and the others had no objections either.

Outside the Hall

The thunder array that shrouded the exterior suddenly split open, revealing a narrow gap. Through it, over a dozen figures stepped out slowly. Once they had exited, the array swiftly restored itself.

By now, the Thunder Island had evidently been discovered by many others. The sky was filled with the sound of wind breaking as countless figures scoured the island in search of treasures.

From time to time, excited cheers echoed across the island, indicating that some lucky individuals had indeed found remnants of the ancient Thunder Palace.

Beyond the main hall, many groups had been watching. However, wary of the formidable array outside, none dared to venture in.

So, when Mo Yu and his group emerged from the hall, countless uncertain gazes locked onto them. Soon, greed flickered in those eyes.

Anyone could guess that treasures lay within the hall, and since this group had come and gone freely, the treasures must have fallen into their hands.

Whoosh!

Just as greed surged in their hearts, a brilliant purple-gold fist aura suddenly swept across the space. The terrifying force stormed outward, even tearing the earth apart.

Startled cries erupted as numerous figures hurriedly dodged, their expressions changing drastically as they looked at the figure in front of Mo Yu’s group. His right arm shimmered with a terrifying Purple-Gold Ape Pattern.

The overwhelming power emanating from Mo Yu sent chills down their spines.

"What a terrifying physique... That must be the Thunder Prison warrior who defeated Luo Ling, the Young Master of Heavenly Profound Sect!"

Exchanging glances, the surrounding onlookers were deeply shaken before swiftly retreating. After Heavenly Profound Sect’s crushing defeat, the Thunder Prison had become a force not to be trifled with in the Ancient Thunder Palace.

"They have sharp noses." Mo Yu’s gaze swept over the numerous figures darting through the skies above Thunder Island, his brow slightly raised. They hadn’t been inside for long, yet the island had already been swarmed by so many people.

Fortunately, the greatest treasure of this island was now in their hands.

"Let’s go find a place to rest." Mo Yu turned to Qing Yanjing. After the fierce battle earlier, his spiritual energy was heavily depleted, and his current state was far from optimal—he needed to recover.

Moreover, though he had refined over twenty Thunder Hearts, the process had been too rushed. He still needed time to thoroughly refine the residual energy, and perhaps he could condense a few more Purple-Gold Ape Patterns.

Qing Yanjing nodded. She also wished to comprehend the Heavenly Thunder Summoning Array she had just acquired. Xuan Luo and the others naturally had no objections either.

Each of them had obtained two Thunder Hearts and needed a quiet place to cultivate and refine them.

Thus, the group departed from Thunder Island, searching for a secluded location. Eventually, they found a small, unassuming island with no protective arrays—an ordinary place that few would bother searching.

Mo Yu and his group rushed onto the island and settled in a dilapidated stone tower.

Within the Stone Tower

On the first floor, Mo Yu sat down cross-legged, closing his eyes as his hands formed a cultivation seal. Instantly, a purple-gold radiance surged across his body.

The glow flickered like an insatiable beast, continuously absorbing the undigested thunder energy within him.

Boom! Boom!

As the vast thunder energy was refined, Mo Yu’s body trembled violently. A deep rumbling of thunder echoed from within.

Only Mo Yu himself could clearly feel it—with each rumble, streams of pure thunder energy merged into his limbs and bones.

This pristine thunder energy left a faint numbness within him, yet his cells, bones, and muscles responded with ecstatic hunger. They could sense that by absorbing this energy, they would become even stronger...

Purple-gold light spread throughout Mo Yu’s body, and the Ancestral Ape Divine Codex instinctively activated, greedily devouring the excess thunder energy.

As the thunderous roars continued, a brand-new Purple-Gold Ape Pattern slowly began to take shape on his arm...

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