"It seems I have no choice."
He must purify all the cursed power of the Ten Thousand Life Thunder Pond, otherwise, the Thunder Clan will always be plagued by the power of the curse.
Refining the Ten Thousand Life Thunder Pond is his only choice.
Seemingly noticing Long Yan's worries, the old man in the plain robe said, "Don't worry, you inherited the will of the Supreme Thunder Ancestor, you are the son of prophecy for the Thunder Clan. The entire Thunder Clan will follow you. If you refine the Ten Thousand Life Thunder Pond, no one will object."
Long Yan nodded slightly, then asked, "What do I need to do to refine the Ten Thousand Life Thunder Pond?"
"Just a drop of your fresh blood will do."
Said the old man in the plain robe.
"Okay."
After hesitating slightly, Long Yan forced out a drop of blood from his fingertip, which flew towards the old man in the plain robe.