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Chapter 874: The Yan Family's Thunder God Ritual. Everyone in the Primordial World knew about it. It lasted for seven days and was held at the top of the Divine Thunder Mountain. It didn't seem to be just a simple ritual, but an opportunity for the extraordinary beings of the Yan Family to display their tyrannical might to the world.
One should know that even a Sage would be struck to death by lightning if he charged into the peak of the Divine Thunder Mountain. However, the Yan Family treated this place as a place of worship!
This in itself had formed an invisible deterrent to all the forces in the world!
If you want to challenge the authority of the Yan Family, you should first suffer seven days of lightning strikes at the foot of the Divine Thunder Mountain. Otherwise, you are not qualified at all!
It was precisely because of the existence of the Thunder God Ritual that the authority of the Yan Family had never been challenged by any force for countless years! This also led to some of the other Transcendent powers to imitate the Yan Clan's method of worship, purposely looking for opportunities to show off their strength to the world.
Soon, ten days passed in the blink of an eye …
On this day, a faint blue light appeared in the horizon. Almost everyone in Floating Thunder City came out. Everyone's eyes were focused on the peak of the flashing lightning, as if they were waiting for something.
Slowly, the blue light in the horizon turned white. At this moment, the wind suddenly rose and the clouds surged. A large patch of dark clouds rapidly gathered in the sky. It was as if the heavens were descending and pressing down on the earth. An invisible pressure made people feel like they were suffocating. Involuntarily, their breathing became hurried and their emotions fluctuated. They couldn't calm down.
Rumble! Rumble!
Thunder rumbled incessantly and rolled in the pitch-black dark clouds. It added a layer of pressure to the already heavy atmosphere. Some people with slightly weaker cultivation could only retreat again and again, not daring to get too close.
"It's coming!"
Seeing the increasingly intense dance of lightning snakes, some of the elderly in Floating Thunder City were excited and exclaimed in a low voice.
"Boom!"
Sure enough, it wasn't long before amidst the roars of thunder and flashes of lightning, the heavy dark clouds were directly split into two by a bolt of lightning, revealing a bright heaven and earth. It was as if the heavens and the earth had been split apart, and it was awe-inspiring, causing everyone's hearts to rise to their throats.
"Rip!"
A bolt of silver-white lightning streaked across the bright world. In an instant, the space was torn apart as if it were made of paper, and a pitch-black crack appeared in the light.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Following the piercing sound of the air being torn apart, everyone could see countless figures flying out from the pitch-black crack. All of them landed on the Divine Lightning Mountain in an orderly manner. No matter how the lightning struck them, their figures did not move at all. They were like stone statues that did not shake at all.
Their clothes were the same, and on the left side of their chests, there was a silver-white lightning mark.
This silver-white lightning bolt was the symbol of the Yan family. No one or force in this world would dare to steal it.
Swoosh!
After the last figure flew out like a bolt of lightning, the pitch-black crack in the sky slowly began to close up.
It was a figure shrouded in lightning, with finger-thick arcs of lightning curling around his body. His entire being was filled with a violent aura, as if he was a God of Thunder.
He was at the peak of the Divine Lightning Mountain. In the sky, bolts of lightning as thick as buckets struck down and struck his body. The lightning that could kill a Saint did not cause any damage to him. Instead, it seemed to be devoured by him, and not a bit of it leaked out. He was so powerful that he was like a god.
Indeed, in the eyes of ordinary people, this was the God of Thunder!
He swept a glance into the distance, and no one dared to look him in the eye. All of them lowered their heads, and their eyes were filled with horror.
"Too powerful!"
Feng Hao, who was in Floating Thunder City, only took a glance at him, and his body trembled as if he was struck by lightning. His face turned pale, and he almost fell from the sky.
This was definitely the strongest person he had ever seen. Even the Feng Family's Old Ancestor with a Sovereign Weapon did not have such power. He even had a feeling that this person could easily defeat the Feng Family's Old Ancestor with a Sovereign Weapon bare-handed!
Of course, this did not mean that a Sovereign Weapon was not powerful enough, but it depended on the cultivation of the person who wielded it. The higher the cultivation, the greater the Sovereign Force that could be unleashed!
Only in the hands of an Ultimate Great Emperor could a Sovereign Weapon truly unleash its full power!
Of course, the lightning god-like figure would naturally not pay attention to such a small fry who had only condensed a single breath. He landed on the peak of the Divine Thunder Mountain and swept his gaze over the disciples below him, as if he was looking for something.
"Where's Qing 'er?"
He asked an old man beside him in a low voice.
"I heard that she went out with Miss Xue Yan of the Xiangtian Palace ten days ago, and she hasn't returned yet …"
The old man answered honestly.
The two girls were good friends, and they knew it very well. The two of them often visited each other, and the two forces did not stop them.
It was needless to say that the Yan Family was powerful, but the Xiangtian Palace was mysterious and powerful. There was no reason for the Yan Family to reject the opportunity to befriend such a force. Naturally, they would not stop the two girls from visiting each other.
"Fool. You know that the Thunder God Ritual is going to take place, but you don't know that you should hurry back?"
The God of Thunder cursed in a low voice, revealing his majesty. "Go, find her and bring her back!"
"Yes, sir!"
The old man responded. He casually cut open the space and flew away.
However, Feng Hao, who had already landed on the ground, did not see this scene …
"The ritual begins!"
A vast and deep voice swept across the heaven and earth. As the voice faded, all the disciples of the Yan family in the Divine Lightning Mountain sat down cross-legged, allowing the lightning to devour them and receive the respect of thousands of people.
"Let's go quickly. We only have seven days!"
Hearing this, Yan Qing urged Feng Hao.
"Alright!"
Without hesitation, Feng Hao pulled out the little black dragon and took Yan Qing with him. The two of them disappeared from the courtyard without a sound.
"Both of their fates have been tightly linked together …"
Looking at the two people who flew away, Xue Yan looked into the distance and murmured.
"Hehe!"
Not far away, there was a gloating and mocking laughter. Huang Tianyun was sitting in the gazebo, holding a pot of wine and taking a sip. A strange smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. "Now, the darling of the Yan family has walked right into the trap. She can't escape anymore!"
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