"Am I thinking too much?"
Yan Zhaoge felt as though a spiritual light had flashed within his mind, but it immediately vanished as though it was an illusion.
"May I ask, Grand Master, what is the name of this thunder art?" Yan Zhaoge asked.
Yuan Zhengfeng answered, "It is called the Heart's Will Thunder Incantation. If one successfully cultivates it, one can obtain the Heart's Will Thunder. Although it is called lightning, it does not have the form of lightning. Instead, it is thunder that is formed from the thoughts of the human heart. It is strange and unfathomable. This old man has cultivated it for all these years and has only scratched the surface. However, I can already feel that it is boundlessly profound and powerful."
Yan Zhaoge muttered to himself, "Heart's Will Thunder …"
How could he not have heard of Leiting?
The Heart's Will Lightning was ranked fourth among the Nine Heavenly Lightning, along with the Five Elemental Creation Lightning, Instant Lightning, and Eternal Night Lightning.
Not to mention its power, just its strangeness alone could be said to be one of the best among the Nine Heavenly Thunder.
Just as Yuan Zhengfeng had said, it was called thunder, but there was no form of thunder or lightning. The sound of thunder directly rang out from the bottom of one's heart. It was the thoughts of one's heart that turned into thunder and exploded.
There was no trace of this lightning in the four seas and five lakes, in the entire universe. However, there was a chance that it existed at the bottom of every intelligent creature's heart, unending and omnipresent.
While Yuan Zhengfeng had only mentioned it briefly, Yan Zhaoge had already generally understood the results of his cultivation in the Heart's Will Thunder Incantation.
Normally, when he cultivated this technique into Heart Thunder, he would be able to get rid of Yuan Zhengfeng's inner demons and distracting thoughts, which was beneficial for his cultivation.
When Yuan Zhengfeng activated this technique, the Inner Demon Lightning would explode in the depths of his opponent's heart.
This thunder came from the opponent's own heart, and it was difficult to defend against it with external force. The opponent's cultivation was just a decoration, and it all depended on whether he could subdue the devil in his heart that had suddenly been triggered.
If he could resolve it, everything would be fine. But if he couldn't, Yuan Zhengfeng wouldn't even need to do anything. He would be in danger of going berserk and losing without a fight.
But at the crucial moment of an intense battle, victory and defeat could be decided by a thin line.
At this moment, his opponent was suddenly plagued by inner demons and was greatly disturbed. Naturally, Yuan Zhengfeng had the upper hand.
This method was domineering and strange. It came from the heart and rarely showed any signs, so it was impossible to guard against.
Depending on the depth of Yuan Zhengfeng's Heart's Will Thunder Incantation, the might of the Heart's Will Thunder would also change.
If Yuan Zhengfeng cultivated the Heart's Will Thunder Incantation to the Great Success Stage, then unless the opponent's cultivation base was much higher than his, the Heart's Devil's Thunder would explode in their hearts and cause them to lose their footing.
"It's actually Heart's Will Thunder. Even in pre-Great Calamity times, there were very few who grasped this thunder."
A strange feeling surfaced within Yan Zhaoge's heart once more, the blurry scene before him vaguely becoming slightly clearer, yet still indistinct.
He shook his head slightly and calmed his mind. He looked at Yuan Zhengfeng and asked, "Grandmaster, you cultivate the Heavenly Tome of Life Creation, and your vitality is flourishing. Logically speaking, with your current cultivation realm, you should be able to try to regrow your broken arm. It's not impossible."
Yuan Zhengfeng smiled faintly, "There's no rush. I've gotten used to it after all these years. To reattach my arm, I still need to make some more preparations. I already have a plan in mind, so you don't have to worry, Zhaoge."
Feeling that the effects of the Descending Spirit Jade Pendant had reached its end once more, Yan Zhaoge immediately said, "It is great that you are safe and sound."
"You don't have to worry about me in the World beyond Worlds. I will continue to plan and deal with the Radiant Light Sect. It won't be long before we resolve this threat. I look forward to meeting you in the World beyond Worlds soon. You must take care of yourself in the days to come."
Yuan Zhengfeng smiled emotionally, "Go ahead. The heavens and earth for you are incomparably vast, Zhaoge."
The jade green mist flew out from the statue, slowly rising into the air. A strand of Yan Zhaoge's consciousness left Great Snowy Mountain and the Floating Gate World along with it.
Traversing endless space, Yan Zhaoge retracted his consciousness.
The space before him was shimmering with light, as though it was completely immersed within the light of water.
The originally illusory domain seemed to gradually regain its physical form, just that it was still different from the original wound of the sky.
Yan Zhaoge felt like he was situated within a frozen river of time.
In the distance, sword-light flickered all over Madame Kang's body, transforming into numerous ripples of water that extended in all directions, affecting this region of space.
Her expression gradually turned calm and relaxed as she looked coldly at Yan Zhaoge, feeling like she was accumulating power and waiting to act.
Beneath her efforts, the entire region of space had already gradually broken free of its illusory state, regaining its corporeal state.
Meanwhile, Madame Kang herself had already vaguely regained the ability to move about freely.
While Luo Zhiyuan was still isolated from the light of water, he was also paying close attention to the changes in the space before him.
Tan Jin and the others were instead trapped by the light of water, still unable to move.
Meeting Madame Kang's gaze, Yan Zhaoge smiled, not feeling anxious at all.
He was currently in an unprecedentedly good mood.
Yuan Zhengfeng was safe and sound, also having a chance of returning to the Eight Extremities World. A huge rock that had been weighing down on Yan Zhaoge's heart all this time had finally been lifted.
Thinking of this, Yan Zhaoge felt at ease as he even could not help but laugh uproariously.
Madame Kang's gaze was slightly cold. Luo Zhiyuan, Tan Jin and the others all had solemn expressions on their faces as well. Still, they all dared not make any rash moves now, afraid that Yan Zhaoge might stir up something again.
Yan Zhaoge reined in his joyful mood as he calmed his laughter, neither panicked nor flustered as he mentally communicated with the slumbering Extreme Yang Seal.
The true essence within his body changed once more between yin and yang, complementing the Extreme Yang Seal.
Gradually, some pure, refined qi actually flowed into Yan Zhaoge's body from within the Extreme Yang Seal.
"Indeed, the profundities of the Cyclic Heavenly Scripture and the Yin Yang Heavenly Scripture were contained in the forging of this treasure," Yan Zhaoge silently circulated his profound art, all the true essence within his body transforming into yang qi.
As the yang qi entered, it was birthed, forming yang amongst yang, the phenomenon of extreme yang.
An oceanic amount of yang qi transformed into the majestic power of extreme yang.
The corners of Yan Zhaoge's lips arched lightly upwards, "After minor yin, extreme yang is also formed. The third step, complete."
Raising his head and looking at Madame Kang who was already on the verge of making a move, he immediately smiled, "Alright, I have finished my private matters. Let us have a spar."
Saying thus, Yan Zhaoge's eyes bulged, a bright light shooting out from within.
Beneath the circulation of the Cyclic Heavenly Scripture, his body rapidly turned from illusory to real, becoming a real existence once more.
Seeing this, Madame Kang was shocked as she could not be bothered with her incomplete success as she barely managed to wield her sword-light to attack towards Yan Zhaoge.
Yet, Yan Zhaoge pricked his fingertip once more, swiftly drawing a complex, profound rune with his essence blood in mid-air.
As the rune was imprinted amidst space, the domain of space instantly distorted.
Time that resembled water wanted to lock down the changes in space, yet was broken free of them. The domain of space changed unceasingly between illusory and real fingertip, forming a chaotic state.
Madame Kang could only barely stabilise her figure as she was no longer able to threaten Yan Zhaoge. Meanwhile, Luo Zhiyuan, Tan Jin and the others were being tossed about unceasingly amidst these shocking tides.
Amidst Yan Zhaoge's loud laughter, two true dragon corpses flew out of the Myriad Dragon Palace at the same time, being sacrificed by him.
In an instant, violent chaotic flows of space appeared once more! (To be continued.)
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