When Li Guanqi hiked up to the peak, he froze. He had never seen anyone set an array to gather heavenly tribulation lightning into a pool.0

Below him was a lightning pool, a dozen zhang deep. Tendrils of lightning braided and twisted around one another, like a purple sea of blinding electric light. The lightning spirit force in the air was active, and the thick spirit qi condensed into a thin layer of mist. Thunder rolled and electricity hissed, like a thousand beasts bellowing at once.0

Li Guanqi stood at the pool’s edge and swallowed hard.0

Sword Spirit gradually took form at the edge. She glanced down and gave a small nod. “This lightning pool’s been building for a long...0