At the peak of Wutu Divine Mountain, a silver-haired figure stood there. Thunderclouds rolled and roared above his head. Bolts of Heavenly Thunder kept falling, blasting on his body.
Looking up from the foot of the mountain, it was like going through a catastrophe of the Heavenly Path.
The silver-haired figure stood still, withstanding the attacks again and again.
Not only that, at this time, no one moved on the entire Wutu Divine Mountain. Those who could stay on the Divine Mountain were all in their own places, quietly enduring the baptism of the Heavenly Thunder of the Great Law.
Divine Thunder kept falling from the sky throughout the entire Divine Mountain.
This scene was like a miracle, and it shook the hearts of all.
"How many bolts of Heavenly Thunder has fallen?" someone below the Divine Mountain asked.
"172," someone said. As he spoke, his eyes were still fixed in the direction where Ye Futian was. He had withstood more than 100 bolts of Heavenly Thunder at the top of the mountain and was not shaken at all. Many people in other places of the Divine Mountain could not bear it and were shaken off the mountain.
On the top of the mountain, with Ye Futian as the center, a boundless lightning net gradually appeared, spreading down toward the Divine Mountain. It seemed to want to cover the entire Divine Mountain.
"From the looks of it, he really wants to challenge the record," someone said.
However, just thinking about 900 bolts of Heavenly Thunder was enough to make people tremble and feel numb.
Looking at the scene at the top of the Divine Mountain, it seemed that only one bolt of Heavenly Thunder was enough to make people fearful.
"Let's see how much he can refine the Seed of the Way of Wutu Infernal Thunder," someone next to him said. Refining the Seed of the Way of Heavenly Thunder played a very important role in how many bolts of Heavenly Thunder one could withstand.
The opening of the Eight Divine Mountains was like planting the Way of Heavenly Thunder, which was like pouring wisdom into one's head.
For those who cultivated in the Thunder Laws, it was an opportunity to be forcefully planted with the Seed of the Way of Wutu Infernal Thunder. They could refine it, understand it, and control the Infernal Thunder of Wutu. The stronger their understanding, the stronger their resistance against Heavenly Thunder.
Otherwise, if they relied on their cultivation to withstand 900 bolts of Heavenly Thunder, they would not even know how they died.
As time went on, there were fewer and fewer people on the Divine Mountain. Apparently, they could not withstand the increasingly powerful Heavenly Thunder.
After what seemed like a long time, there were finally only three people on the Divine Mountain.
Ye Futian, Lu Yu, and Zhu Qi.
However, at this time, Zhu Qi also spat out blood. She raised her head and looked at the figure in the sky. She felt a faint sense of admiration in her heart. She then turned around and leaped down the mountain.
He did not expect that a cultivator he did not know would challenge the Divine Mountain's record today.
He had originally come to record, but he had been injured by Ye Futian. Now, he could not take it anymore. After Zhu Qi, he turned around and walked down the Divine Mountain alone.
Previously, he was unparalleled in the world. Everyone thought that he would be the one standing at the top of the mountain.
Now, he had been reduced to a foil.
It was as if his existence was a foil to the white-haired youth.
Finally, there was only one person left on the majestic divine mountain. He stood at the peak of the divine mountain, enjoying the attention of the world, becoming the only one.
"Eight hundred and twenty streaks of heavenly lightning." Someone muttered. His heart was trembling. He wasn't far from the record.
That figure was still standing there steadily like an ancient god.
At that moment, Ye Futian, who was at the top of the mountain, was also under great pressure.
Heavenly lightning struck down, and each one would plant a seal. At that moment, there were countless seeds of the seal inside his body. His World Tree Life Spirit had also turned into an Ancient Tree of Thunder, shining with dazzling light.
What was more frightening was that these seeds resonated with all the Way of Thunder on the Divine Mountain. This Wutu Divine Mountain was like a Mountain of Thunder. He stood at the top of the mountain and withstood the heavenly lightning. When the heavenly lightning struck down, the seal inside his body was activated, and the endless lightning on the mountain resonated. The destructive power at that moment was unimaginable. The further it went, the more powerful it became.
However, his Life Spirit could devour and absorb all the Might of Thunder, so he was still able to stand steadily and not move at all. But even so, every time the heavenly lightning struck down, he would still feel the terrible shock.
Ye Futian felt the endless thunder will inside his body. This was the Infernal Thunder of Wutu. Of the eight orthodox lineages of the Violet Heavenly Palace, there were the Righteous Thunder of Yimu, the Yang Thunder of Bing Huo, the Yin Thunder of Gui Water, the Catastrophe Thunder of Geng Metal, the Divine Thunder of Slaying, the Demon Thunder of Slaying, and the Purple Thunder of Life and Death. The other seven orthodox lineages of the Way of Thunder were unknown.
The Violet Heavenly Palace had all eight orthodox lineages of the Way of Thunder in one body, and they cultivated the 72 levels of the Way of Thunder.
"Boom!" Another heavenly lightning struck down. In an instant, the entire Divine Mountain lit up with dazzling lightning, as if it was one with his body, resonating. Ye Futian's body also flashed with lightning, turning into a body of thunder.
Heavenly lightning continued to fall, and everyone at the bottom of the Divine Mountain was silently counting.
"891 bolts of heavenly lightning." Everyone's hearts trembled. Standing below, they all felt suffocated.
"892."
"893 …"
When 899 bolts of heavenly lightning fell, everyone seemed to have stopped breathing. They were extremely nervous.
Boom!
A strong beam of light bloomed and fell from the sky. The 900th bolt of heavenly lightning struck Wutu Divine Mountain and fell on Ye Futian's body.
900 bolts of heavenly lightning was a record.
The Divine Mountain lit up, and the light of lightning wandered all over the mountain. The figure at the top of the Divine Mountain was still standing there steadily. The 900 bolts of heavenly lightning were still intact.
That meant that he was far from reaching his limit.
"The record is going to be broken," countless people thought. Not long after, another bolt of heavenly lightning fell, breaking the record of Wutu Divine Mountain.
A new record was set in Wutu Divine Mountain. Ye Futian would probably be taken as a personal disciple by the Emperor of the Purple Underground.
Would he be able to replace Zhang Changqing, who had set the previous record, and become the legitimate heir of the Wutu Divine Palace?
In the future, perhaps he would have an exciting competition with Zhang Changqing.
After all, everyone now regarded Zhang Changqing as the heir of the Emperor of the Purple Underground, which was the heir of the Infernal Thunder of Wutu.
There were many mighty ones outside the Divine Mountain. They looked towards the Divine Mountain, and Zhang Changqing stood there with his hands clasped behind his back.
"Changqing, your record has been broken," an elder next to him said.
"Records are meant to be broken." Zhang Changqing's voice seemed very calm, without much emotion.
There was no such thing as an eternal record.
The elder smiled and said, "Indeed. However, you will have a competitor in the Wutu Divine Mountain in the future."
Zhang Changqing looked inside and said, "It is naturally a good thing that the Wutu Divine Mountain has produced such a figure again. As for the competitor … I hope he has such talent."
"You sure are confident." The elder smiled and did not say much. He knew about Zhang Changqing's talent. His talent in the Thunder Laws was superb. He was the number one figure in the Purple Underground and the most valued heir of the Emperor of the Purple Underground.
However, they still did not know what the person who broke the record was like.
Zhang Changqing did not say much but said, "Many people have arrived. I don't understand why a mere descendant of the Gu Clan would attract the attention of so many great figures. Even though Gu Tianxing was a figure who stood at the top of the clouds, he was still only Gu Tianxing. For many years, he was the only descendant of the Gu Clan. Even if there was a descendant of the Gu Clan, he was just one among all living beings. Why is he worth so much attention? It is said that even the Violet Heavenly Palace wants to send someone to take him away."
"Since it happened, there must be a reason. I heard that the Gu Clan reached its peak in the hands of Gu Tianxing. The Gu Clan alone could almost represent the entire Celestial Gate of Vast Heaven. Gu Tianxing also developed the mystical ways that belonged to the Gu Clan to the extreme and had the opportunity to break the shackles of the Heavenly Law. After his rise, the Gu Clan ushered in the golden age of the Twelve Deities and almost stood at the top of the Heavenly Mandate Realm.
Zhang Changqing nodded slightly and did not ask further.
At this time, in the direction of the Divine Mountain, the thunder was still rolling.
Below the Divine Mountain, countless people looked up at the sky and watched Ye Futian.
Ye Futian was still enduring the Heavenly Thunder.
"The Eight Divine Mountains opened, and the Divine Thunder fell from the sky to pass on the Great Path. The Heavenly Thunder's extreme number is 999 strikes. Is he going to challenge the extreme number?" someone said. It was too crazy.
Of the Eight Divine Mountains, only three Divine Mountains had broken the extreme number, withstanding the complete 999 strikes of Heavenly Thunder until the Heavenly Thunder disappeared on its own.
Now, was Ye Futian going to challenge this magnificent feat at Wutu Divine Mountain?
Qi You looked up at the sky and was somewhat speechless.
Ye Futian, the most talented figure in the Crimson Dragon Realm, had now not only broken the record of Wutu Divine Mountain, but he seemed to be challenging the limit of the Eight Divine Mountains.
"936."
Countless people counted silently in their hearts. Every strike of Heavenly Thunder struck their hearts.
When the Heavenly Thunder fell for 999 strikes, they all clenched their fists, with strong expectations.
Now, it was no longer about breaking the record of Wutu Divine Mountain, but about breaking the extreme number.
If successful, Wutu Divine Mountain would be the fourth Divine Mountain to break the extreme number.
Outside, Zhang Changqing's face was no longer as calm as before, and he was slightly moved.
This was no longer about breaking his record, but about leaving it far behind and challenging the extreme number.
Before, people would still compare him with Ye Futian, but now, he had left him behind.
The old man next to him also showed a strange look, but he was also a little excited.
They also wanted to see the extreme number of Wutu Divine Mountain be broken.
"It's nine hundred and ninety-six," an old man muttered.
Not only them, but in a place far away from the Divine Mountain, in the palace of the Emperor of the Purple Underground, a group of figures stood on a high platform, looking into the distance.
Even the Emperor of the Purple Underground came here in person at this time, standing with his hands behind his back, looking into the distance. His eyes seemed to be able to see through the void, looking at the land of the Divine Mountain.
"Boom!" A strike of Heavenly Thunder fell, and the robe of the Emperor of the Purple Underground billowed. There were many top figures around, even existences at the Renhuang level. They came from other orthodox forces, but at this time, they all looked into the distance.
"The last one," someone murmured.
As his voice fell, a Heavenly Thunder fell, and a smile appeared on the Emperor of the Purple Underground's indifferent face.
Today, the extreme number of Wutu Divine Mountain, represented by the Purple Underground Sect, was broken.
"Congratulations, Your Majesty." Many people bowed slightly to the Emperor of the Purple Underground, congratulating him.
The Emperor of the Purple Underground would have another talented disciple!
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
