Chapter 102: Thunder Pond, Thundering Hell Vine!
Chapter 102: Thunder Pond, Thundering Hell Vine!
Thunder and lightning!
It is the power that all souls fear the most.
Su Ye's thunderbolt directly destroyed the soul in the Yinming Fire. Without the soul, the gray light in the eyes of the skeleton tiger faded completely.
In the ice layer, only the remaining Yinming Fire on the skeleton tiger and the golden skeleton remained. There was no immediate way to annihilate the soul, but the thunder and lightning had weakened much of the Yinming power. The Yinming flame was now much more illusory, which left Su Ye feeling regretful.
After removing the ice, Su Ye successfully took the golden skeleton with him.
『Yinming Ghost Fire』: The original power of undead creatures, formed from pure Yinming power. It has the miraculous effect of nourishing the soul...
"It's truly a great item!"
Su Ye grinned, tossing the ice ball in his hand, which contained the Yinming Ghost Fire.
Something strange was happening.
Though the flame was encased in ice, it reacted oddly.
The Yinming Ghost Fire, being extremely Yin in nature, resonated uniquely with the intense cold of the ice. Wrapped in this cold, the dissipation of the Yinming power slowed down significantly.
Su Ye didn't immediately merge it with his martial soul. Merging a small amount of energy could affect the entire martial soul. It was like the early days with the iron block—items like that would transform the entire body. The effect was comprehensive but not concentrated.
For instance, the soul bone power of the Ice and Fire Dragon King: because of its immense energy, it concentrated on enhancing the golden phoenix's wings, significantly boosting Su Ye's control over fire and ice attributes.
Su Ye didn't want to spread the Yinming power—capable of devouring, defending, and attacking—throughout his entire martial soul. He needed it for a more powerful move!
Su Ye placed the ice ball and golden skeleton into his storage jade pendant. Before his journey, he'd bought many storage soul guides and expanded the pendant's space to thousands of cubic meters.
It could hold not only small items but even a 100,000-year-old soul beast (if dead).
Su Ye continued his search through the forest.
Aside from locating the Thundering Hell Vine, he now had another goal: to hunt undead soul beasts.
After a week passed in the blink of an eye, Su Ye finally found a soul beast struck down by lightning. It was a skeleton crocodile, dead for some time. The Yang energy lingering on the skeleton was unmistakable, as it had come from thunder.
Su Ye searched around the skeleton and, a few hundred meters away, found traces of the Thundering Hell Vine.
It was a barren, rocky area, nearly a thousand meters in radius, with no vegetation. The mist in the sky had cleared, revealing a deep blue.
At the center of the barren ground, there was a strange black stone. It wasn't a stone at all, but rather a shiny, metallic-like object. Its molecular structure was terrifyingly compact. Even the hardest metal in the world wouldn't have such a tightly arranged structure.
From a distance, it looked like a polished pebble—dark, round, and surrounded by stars. On top of it, a bamboo shoot-like plant was coiled.
A purple shadow twisted around the stone.
It seemed to be made of purple gold, with blue and white lightning patterns carved into it. The shape resembled young bamboo, but it only looped around the stone once or twice, its girth as thick as a waist.
Though it remained completely still and didn't seem to radiate any energy, this plant felt overwhelmingly powerful—like a king ruling its land alone, exuding an energy capable of annihilating everything.
"Finally found it!"
Su Ye's heart raced. He was certain—this was the Thunder Hell Vine!
A thousand-year-old Thunder Hell Vine would be enough for him to break through the third level of the Tiangang Divine Fist. Even as a soul ring, it had the foundation of a ten-thousand-year-old soul beast.
Just as Su Ye moved to approach, something triggered. Lightning nets instantly covered the surrounding rocks, forming a lightning field to protect the Thundering Hell Vine.
"That's the thunder pool…"
The lightning didn't fall from the sky—it came from the rocks.
Su Ye noticed a small puddle among the rocks, filled with flowing blue liquid. The ferocious lightning energy within was so pure that it was daunting. Even with his experience in Tiangang Divine Fist's Thunder Body Tempering, Su Ye still felt a hint of fear.
The Thundering Hell Vine, after centuries of growth, had learned to summon lightning strikes for its own strength. The stronger it became, the wider the thunder pool surrounding it grew, threatening to destroy everything nearby. Left unchecked, the thunder pool could consume the entire forest—a disaster for all nearby life.
Without a heavenly tribulation to balance it, the Lord of the Plane would never allow the vine to live for more than 100,000 years. Most Thundering Hell Vines exploded and perished within 50,000 years.
The thunder pool was pure sky-born lightning energy—far beyond what Su Ye encountered with his Tiangang Divine Fist.
But if they thought lightning would stop him, they were underestimating him!
Su Ye snorted coldly, and just as he was about to act, a bolt of lightning, three feet wide, struck down from the sky.
Where it passed, the entire kilometer-wide thunder domain was consumed.
This was the power of heaven—its terrifying might could not be resisted. Even Su Ye had to retreat.
In that instant, a cold, overbearing voice echoed—a voice that was impossible to resist:
"Human, this is not the place for you! Get out!"
"Interesting…"
Hearing the voice, Su Ye smiled calmly, unbothered by anger. He instantly abandoned his plans to attack.
A thousand-year-old Thunder Hell Vine was great, but it didn't compare to a ten-thousand-year-old one.
Su Ye vanished in a flash, moving toward the north, covering over ten miles in an instant. The scenery around him completely changed.
The vegetation disappeared.
Ahead of him lay a vast lake formed by thunder pools, stretching like a sea across the desert. The scene was silent, desolate, and only occasional thunder roared through the air, adding to the apocalyptic atmosphere.
"To be able to find this place…"
"Human, you are not simple."
The noble, indifferent voice returned.
A woman with jade-like delicate feet stepped across the thunder pool, each step as graceful as a lotus blooming on lightning.
Her face was as beautiful as the clear moon, her figure graceful and elegant. She exuded the calm composure of a mature woman.
She wore a flowing purple gown with colorful sleeves, reminiscent of a celestial maiden from Dunhuang.
Her coldness wasn't the lifeless chill of Zhu Zhuqing but a sorrow from being imprisoned too long—losing interest in the world.
Her beauty was breathtaking, but beneath that, she held destructive power.
One look at her, and you'd be cut down by the overwhelming force hidden beneath her beauty.
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