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Above the ninth mountain, dark clouds churned and scattered, casting a murky pall that seemed to shroud a thousand li of land in gloom. Silver lightning slithered across the heavens like serpents, followed by thunderclaps that shook the air in violent bursts.
The deeper one ventured into the mountain, the more frequent the thunderstorms became. They struck without warning, and even Initiates would suffer grievous injuries if caught unprepared. Should anyone be unfortunate enough to wander into one of those vast and unending tempests, no matter how formidable they were, death would be inevitable. Perhaps only an Adept could barely endure the fury of such storms, and even at the Golden Core Realm, survival was uncertain.
After all, this was the might of heaven and earth! Even if it wasn't deliberately aimed at cultivators who had drawn power into themselves, the sheer force of it was not something any ordinary cultivator could afford to take lightly. It was hard to imagine what kind of destruction the heavens might unleash during the Nascent Soul lightning tribulation. The power of lightning born from such a storm was nothing like ordinary lightning. Foundation Establishment and Golden Core cultivators alike would die upon contact!
Whoosh!
Midway up the mountainside, howls echoed through the cliffs as fierce winds sent loose stones tumbling through the air.
A lone figure came to a halt, and the spirit wings on his back slowly folded away.
As the swirling mists parted, his face came into view. His features were sharp and handsome, but his lips were tightly pressed together, his sword-like brows were knitted, and his starry eyes radiated a lingering chill.
"Blood Devil…" Luo Chen muttered under his breath. "Pseudo–Golden...
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