Chapter 671: The Three Dangers of the Thousandfold Thunder Prison
Shi Tianhao had no knowledge of what had taken place within the Thousandfold Thunder Prison.
Now, hearing the firsthand report from Lei Zizhen, he was deeply shaken.
But he was well aware that risk and opportunity always came hand in hand.
He had long known that the Thousandfold Thunder Prison was formed through the violent clash between the Great Dao divine artifact Myriad Tribulations Thunder Prison and the Whitebone Yin Fiend Scripture.
Within it were hidden countless fortunes.
Now that the Thunder Prison was in turmoil, it would inevitably cause many treasures buried underground to resurface.
After hearing Lei Zizhen's account, Shen Mo's expression remained calm.
He had already anticipated the upheaval in the Thunder Prison.
Shi Tianhao asked in a low voice, "Young Master, how much do you know about the Thousandfold Thunder Prison?"
Lei Zizhen gave a slight smile. "Then you've asked the right person."
"I had already planned to share the details of the Thunder Prison with you two."
He lowered his voice. "There are three dangers within the Thousandfold Thunder Prison."
"The first danger is the Fiend Thunder Seed. These things resemble maggots and can appear anywhere inside the prison."
"They might take the form of weeds, rooted in the ground."
"Or as parasites, embedded within demonic beasts."
"Or they could be floating in the air, waiting for the ignorant to approach."
"The second is the Fiend Thunder Beasts. These creatures were once subterranean monsters, but over time, under the influence of the Myriad Tribulations Thunder Prison and the Whitebone Yin Fiend Scripture, they became demonized."
"After tens of thousands of years, they've fully adapted to the Thunder Prison's environment, and their bodies have become terrifyingly mutated."
"They can spit out fiend thunder with a single roar, their bodies surrounded by lightning. Ordinary martial techniques are largely ineffective against them—reduced by at least fifty percent. However, techniques that bypass the body and strike directly at the soul can deal significantly greater damage."
"The third danger is the Fiend Thunder Devils. These are not beasts, but devils formed entirely from condensed fiend thunder."
"I've heard that the power of the Whitebone Yin Fiend Scripture lies in its ability to corrupt all living creatures, binding them to the scripture itself."
"These Fiend Thunder Devils are the demons within the scripture, now released. Having adapted to the fiend thunder environment, they too have become even more dreadful."
Lei Zizhen's voice grew quieter. "However, we likely won't encounter any Fiend Thunder Devils."
"My grandfather said that three Supremes from our Thunder Prison Clan are currently deep within the Thunder Prison, holding back the Fiend Thunder Devils."
"In addition, they've also invited Supremes from other factions to assist in subduing them."
Shi Tianhao frowned slightly. "These Fiend Thunder Devils… they can injure Supremes?"
Lei Zizhen nodded. "Indeed. Even the weakest of them are comparable to Nirvana Realm cultivators with one hundred dao markings, and they often move in groups."
"If we run into any of them, don't even think about fighting—just avoid them completely."
Shi Tianhao nodded in full agreement.
Shen Mo also kept everything firmly in mind.
The three of them continued their conversation.
Lei Zizhen shared everything he knew in full detail.
After all, in his eyes, Shen Mo was a lifesaving benefactor, and Shi Tianhao was a trusted friend—both were people he could speak to without reservation.
Time passed quickly.
Soon, a full day had gone by.
Just as Lei Zizhen was about to speak again, a flicker of light suddenly caught the edge of his vision—an intense stream of light was flying rapidly across the sky from far in the distance.
"The people from the Creation Heaven Sect have arrived," he said in a low voice.
Shen Mo and Shi Tianhao turned their gazes in that direction.
Sure enough, a massive roc was soaring through the air.
On its back stood several hundred cultivators.
Each one radiated a powerful aura—clearly elite members of the Creation Heaven Sect.
Lei Zhonghe called out in a loud voice, "Lei Zhonghe greets Supreme Bai. Many thanks to the Creation Heaven Sect for coming to our aid!"
A neutral voice rang out from atop the roc's head, ageless in tone, neither young nor old.
"To fight the demon race is the duty of all cultivators. No thanks needed."
Hundreds of figures leapt down from the giant roc, landing gracefully.
At the head was a man dressed entirely in white—white brows, white hair, white robes, white boots—yet bearing the youthful face of a young man. His aura was like a bottomless abyss, making it impossible to discern his depth.
This man was the Supreme Patriarch of the Creation Heaven Sect.
It was precisely because of his spotless, pure-white attire that he was given the moniker "Supreme Bai."
Supreme Bai said calmly, "Take me to the Thousandfold Thunder Prison."
Lei Zhonghe replied respectfully, "Yes, sir."
Meanwhile, Lei Chuan was tasked with guiding the cultivators of the Creation Heaven Sect to rest.
Shen Mo's gaze swept across the assembled cultivators.
Soon, he noticed a peculiar woman.
She was impossible to ignore.
The woman wore a cyan robe.
Her face was cold and striking, her figure tall and imposing.
She radiated a fierce edge, like a blade unsheathed, brimming with overwhelming presence.
"She's called Cao Qingwan, the Heavenly Maiden of the Creation Heaven Sect."
"When I first left home to begin my training, my original plan was to challenge Cao Qingwan in my first battle."
Lei Zizhen gave a sheepish smile. "But I didn't even make it past the Western Region. As soon as I reached Blackstone Mountain, I was defeated easily by my benefactor."
"I'd better go back home and train for another few hundred years."
Shen Mo gave a faint smile.
Lei Zizhen was, after all, a prodigy.
But five hundred years of cultivation in a sheltered environment had left him untested.
Leaving home to temper oneself was only natural.
It was just… unfortunate that the first person he encountered was Shen Mo.
His luck hadn't been great.
Shi Tianhao silently took in everything without showing emotion.
By now, he had thoroughly investigated the entire matter.
Including how Shen Mo had met and gotten acquainted with Lei Zizhen.
The only thing that remained unclear was why Lei Zizhen referred to Shen Mo as his benefactor.
Shi Tianhao had tried to pry several times, but Lei Zizhen always dodged the question, never giving a clear answer.
Left with no choice, he had to let it go.
"The Divine Flame Sect and the Reincarnation Holy Land have also arrived," Lei Zizhen said, pointing to the sky.
The Divine Flame Sect rode atop a massive crimson centipede over a thousand feet long.
The Reincarnation Holy Land arrived aboard a majestic and opulent cloud ship.
The two groups arrived in succession.
Lei Zhonghe quickly led the two Supremes into the Thousandfold Thunder Prison.
Shen Mo scanned the incoming cultivators and immediately noticed a stark contrast between the two factions.
The Divine Flame Sect cultivators were all clad in crimson robes.
Their eyes were fierce, and they radiated killing intent.
Clearly, they were battle-hardened elites from seas of corpses and mountains of blood.
In contrast, the Reincarnation Holy Land cultivators wore black-and-white dual-toned robes.
Their eyes were vacant and dreamy, their auras faint and elusive.
Shen Mo also noticed that several among them fluctuated drastically in power—one moment possessing the strength of Nirvana Realm cultivators with a hundred dao markings, the next moment dropping to just barely Nirvana Realm level.
"That is the peculiarity of the Reincarnation Grand Art."
"In the early stages, power fluctuates frequently."
"Only after reaching profound mastery can one fully control their cultivation."
Lei Zizhen immediately explained upon seeing Shen Mo's gaze.
Shen Mo nodded.
Lei Zizhen continued, "Look, that smaller girl in the crimson robe is the Divine Flame Sect's Saintess, Li Yunlong."
Shen Mo turned to look.
He instantly spotted a petite young girl darting around the martial arena, curiously exploring every corner.
The Divine Flame Sect cultivators tried to catch her, but she slipped away like an eel, evading them with ease.
Sensing Shen Mo's gaze, the girl suddenly turned her eyes toward the pavilion.
"Oh? Sneaking glances at me, are you?!"
Li Yunlong placed her hands on her hips and pointed at the three of them.
In the blink of an eye, she sprinted straight toward them.
Then, without hesitation, she sat down right in front of them, grabbed a cup of tea, and began drinking it in large gulps—as if she were an old friend.
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