1435: C1435 Thunder and Lightning

C1435 Thunder and Lightning

Zhou Yan clenched his fists, his gaze firm.

After that, Zhou Yan adjusted his breathing and began to circulate the Ten Thousand Elephant Lightning Technique to absorb the power of lightning between heaven and earth to refine his body.

* Crack! *

Lightning arcs flashed as they lingered around Zhou Yan's body. Strands of light blue lightning, like snakes of lightning, wreaked havoc in all directions, filled with an aura of destruction.

"The power of the Ten Thousand Elephant Lightning Technique is indeed extraordinary."

Zhou Yan thought to himself as he exclaimed in his heart.

The Ten Thousand Elephant Lightning Technique was created by Zhou Yan's grandfather. It was an incomplete martial art that was divided into six levels: the Lightning Guiding Technique, the Lightning Body Tempering Technique, the Lightning Explosion Technique, the Lightning Sword Aura, the Ten Thousand Elephant Lightning Technique...

Every level of the martial art would be accompanied by a calamity at the beginning of its cultivation. If one was not careful, they would lose their life.

Therefore, even Zhou Yan's father, Zhou Hongyuan, had never tried to cultivate the third level of the cultivation technique in order to avoid harming himself.

"Fortunately, my physical body is strong enough to withstand the lightning strikes..."

As Zhou Yan thought about it, he sighed with emotion. This body seemed to be born to cultivate the Ten Thousand Elephant Lightning Technique.

In his memories of his previous life, only those with special physiques would be bestowed with such talent by the heavens and earth.

"According to the description of the Ten Thousand Elephant Lightning Technique, this martial skill is divided into nine levels."

Zhou Yan remained silent for a long time before muttering to himself, "With my talent, I would probably need at least seven or eight years to cultivate the complete version of the Ten Thousand Elephant Lightning Technique. "

Zhou Yan estimated that he would at least need to be around twenty years old to cultivate the complete version of the Ten Thousand Elephant Lightning Technique.

This age was the peak of martial arts.

At that time, it would be normal for Zhou Yan to break through to the Martial Disciple Realm.

However, if he missed this opportunity, he might have to waste a few years or even longer before he could rise again.

Boom ~ ~ ~

Suddenly, a muffled sound rang out in Zhou Yan's ears. It was as if thunder was rolling and rumbling, causing his eardrums to hurt.

"This is..."

In that instant, Zhou Yan's hair stood on end as a fatal sense of danger surged in his heart.

"Not good!"

With a cry of alarm, Zhou Yan's face turned pale. Without any hesitation, he hurriedly rushed to the side.

Swish ~

In the next moment, a thick pillar of lightning pierced through the air and smashed into the place where Zhou Yan was originally standing, shattering the rocks and leaving behind a charred black mark.

"Huff... Huff..."

Zhou Yan panted heavily as his chest heaved up and down rapidly. If he had been a second slower, he would have died without even leaving behind his corpse.

"Just now, what exactly was it that ambushed me?" Zhou Yan's expression changed indeterminately as a hint of fear appeared in his heart.

One had to know that with his current strength, even an ordinary Martial Disciple would not be able to pose a threat to him.

However, he had been forced to flee by the sudden attack. One could imagine how terrifying that attack was.

"Not good!"

Suddenly, a thought flashed through Zhou Yan's mind as he broke out in a cold sweat.

Whoosh ~

Zhou Yan's reaction was quick. In an instant, he flew across the valley and ran towards the forest.

This deep mountain was filled with danger and Demonic Beasts. If one were to fall into it, the consequences would be unpredictable.

...

In the quiet forest, Zhou Yan's figure quickly ran as he carefully observed his surroundings to prevent any unexpected situations from occurring.

Swish ~

Suddenly, a ball of gray mist appeared out of thin air, emitting a strong stench that blocked Zhou Yan's line of sight.

"This is the miasma of corpses!"

Zhou Yan's expression changed slightly as he quickly retreated.

However, the miasma of corpses spread extremely quickly, covering an area of thirty meters in the blink of an eye.

In an instant, the poisonous gas filled the air, causing Zhou Yan's sense of smell to become numb, his mind to become dizzy, and he almost fell to the ground.

"No! If I continue to stay here, I will definitely be poisoned to death..."

Zhou Yan gritted his teeth and used all his strength to rush into the distance.

However, his figure staggered as he ran slower and slower. Finally, his feet touched the swamp and he fell into the mud. His entire body was weak and unable to move as blood flowed out of his mouth and nose.

"Damn it..." Zhou Yan cursed, but he was helpless. He could only watch as the poison corroded his body and caused him to fall unconscious.

"Master, your body has already reached the level of being immune to poison. As long as you swallow a 'miasma', you will be able to escape from the area covered by the poison..."

Suddenly, a ball of fire burned between Zhou Yan's eyebrows and turned into a human. It was the Mark of the Flame Emperor.

"Corpse Miasma!"

Zhou Yan was stunned for a moment, and then a smile appeared on his face. Without hesitation, he took out a jade box and placed the Corpse Miasma into the box, sealing the lid to prevent the medicine from leaking out.

After doing all of this, Zhou Yan sat down cross-legged and activated the Ten Thousand Elephant Lightning Technique, guiding the miasma into his blood and refining his bloodline...

However, the cleansing process was extremely slow. After spending most of the night, Zhou Yan finally succeeded.

"The Ten Thousand Elephant Lightning Technique is indeed mysterious!"

In the early morning, the sun shone brightly as it expelled the dark clouds.

Zhou Yan slowly opened his eyes and exhaled a mouthful of impure air. He was full of vitality.

Compared to yesterday, Zhou Yan's strength had increased by quite a bit, and the true energy in his body had become even more condensed.

"Eh?"

Suddenly, Zhou Yan exclaimed as he looked into the depths of the valley with a surprised expression.

"There... is actually a Spirit Spring gathering there, and the spiritual energy is dense."2

Zhou Yan squinted his eyes as he looked around in surprise.

The gathering of the Spirit Spring was a treasure trove.

Spirit Spring gathered, and the Spiritual Energy was exuberant. It gave birth to all kinds of precious spiritual objects and was extremely valuable.

"My position just happens to be the core area where the Spirit Spring gathers. If I can occupy this place, I will be able to cultivate a group of cultivators."

Zhou Yan rolled his eyes, and with a thought, he quietly snuck over.

However, Zhou Yan did not rashly approach. Instead, he hid on top of an ancient tree nearby and looked at the Spirit Spring through the gaps between the branches and leaves.

"Hmm? It's actually..."

With just a single glance, Zhou Yan's expression suddenly changed as he stood petrified in shock.

"How is this possible!?"

Zhou Yan could not believe his eyes.

The Spirit Spring was milky white in color and crystal clear. It was like a nectar as it emitted an alluring fragrance that refreshed one's heart.

"It's actually a Spiritual Marrow!"

Zhou Yan took a deep breath and felt his entire body relax. His vitality surged and he was full of energy.

As the name implied, the spirit pith contained pure Spiritual Energy and could be called a heavenly treasure.

"The Spiritual Marrow contains pure Spiritual Energy. It is a rare treasure for any martial artist."

Zhou Yan's eyes burned with passion as he stared at the Spirit Spring and licked his dry lips, ready to make a move.

The Spirit Essence was extremely rare. It was forged from natural ore and possessed a mysterious effect.

"Gulp."

Zhou Yan could not help but swallow his saliva as his heart pounded rapidly.

"Hehe... This is the Spiritual Marrow."

"As long as I consume it, I will be able to advance to the Martial Master Realm. I can even open up the Ren Du Er Mai and obtain the true Innate Spiritual Root..."

Zhou Yan's eyes burned with passion as his heart boiled with greed. He wanted nothing more than to immediately pounce on it.

However, Zhou Yan did not make any rash moves, and continued to wait for his prey.

After all, the Spiritual Marrow was too precious. If other martial cultivators were to find out about it, they would definitely fight over it crazily.

"Eh? Something's not right!"

However, a moment later, Zhou Yan frowned.

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