Tang Lan played around for a bit.
His vast spiritual power had already been consumed by more than half.
The terrifying depletion made him click his tongue in astonishment.
Without hesitation, he proceeded to test the final evolution of his domain—Heavenly Thunder Guide!
He recalled the sphere of Water Thunder Tribulation, merging it with the lightning surrounding his body and beneath his feet, forming a massive black orb.
With a flick of his wrist, he hurled it skyward.
The orb dispersed into a colossal storm cloud, covering an area of a hundred meters.
At the same time—
The energy of heaven and earth converged, pouring into the cloud, giving birth to streaks of violet lightning.
Tang Lan observed in silence, estimating the time.
Half a minute passed.
The thundercloud had fully accumulated power. Countless violet bolts of lightning slithered like a school of fish within it.
Suddenly, Tang Lan grew intrigued.
He forged a lightning sword from pure, extreme thunder, pointing it towards the sky.
In a loud voice, he declared—
"Nine Heavens Profound Evil, transformed into Divine Thunder—Magnificent Heavenly Might, guided by the sword!"
"Heavenly Thunder Guide—Descend!"
In the next instant—
Like a thunderous waterfall, violet lightning cascaded down from the storm clouds, drenching the surroundings in a torrential storm of destruction.
Within a hundred meters, everything—whether mountains or trees—was obliterated, as if erased by black ink dissolving in water, leaving behind nothing but an empty void.
Only Tang Lan remained, standing at the edge of a deep, pitch-black abyss.
Silently, he activated the Nine Revolutions Golden Body Art, restoring himself.
—That single Heavenly Thunder Guide had completely drained his remaining spiritual power!
'Even though my spirit energy is a hundred times greater than ordinary soul power…'
'Even I can't afford such an outrageous depletion from this embryonic Thunder God Domain.'
'As expected of a domain bearing the Thunder God prefix. And this is only its embryonic form… If it were fully developed—'
'Only gods could wield it properly.'
'Too bad I don't have a test subject… I have no way of knowing just how devastating that final strike truly is.'
'The only thing I can be sure of—it's definitely not weaker than the Great Sumeru Hammer.'
'In fact… it might be even stronger!'
Tang Lan was quite satisfied with this reward.
He raised his left hand, examining the Thunder God Seal, which rotated with arcs of lightning.
With a Vast Sea Soul Seal, he sealed it away.
Then, he lifted his hand—
Two seconds later—
The ground suddenly exploded, and a streaking shadow shot forth, landing firmly in Tang Lan's grasp.
It was none other than the Thunderflame Ice Clear Sky Hammer!
With great interest, Tang Lan swung the hammer in circles before hurling it into the distance.
The Thunderflame Ice Clear Sky Hammer transformed into a streak of radiant light, hurtling straight towards the horizon—
Until it collided with a towering mountain.
Then—
The mountain peak was obliterated.
Countless boulders tumbled, sending flocks of birds scattering into the sky.
Tang Lan raised his hand again.
From the rubble, the Thunderflame Ice Clear Sky Hammer soared straight back towards him.
"RUMMMBLE——"
Only now did the explosion's thunderous roar reach him.
"PAH!"
The Thunderflame Ice Clear Sky Hammer landed in his palm once more.
Interesting.
Using the Blue Silver Life Domain's disguise ability, Tang Lan altered the hammer's shape—
Shot put.
Javelin.
Flying sword.
Discus.
He changed it into all sorts of throwing weapons, testing their flight trajectory and impact.
One by one, he leveled the nearby mountain peaks.
He was having the time of his life.
Finally—
After some experimentation, he realized that with its 36-ton mass, the weapon's shape didn't really matter—every throw resulted in large-scale mountain collapses.
Only under specific conditions would the shape make a difference.
For example, when trying to penetrate a target, javelins and spears were more effective.
Whereas for shockwave destruction, akin to striking through a mountain, blunt impacts like shot puts were far superior.
By the time his gaze swept across the landscape, there were no taller mountains left than himself.
Tang Lan finally stopped.
He transformed the Thunderflame Ice Clear Sky Hammer into a small flying sword, casually tucking it into his belt.
Then, turning into a streak of blood-red light, he vanished into the depths of the cave.
Tang San was still undergoing his "electrotherapy".
"Still going?" Tang Lan muttered in surprise. "Seems like the results must be pretty substantial."
So, Tang Lan sat down cross-legged, patiently waiting.
Another half an hour passed.
At last—
The electrotherapy session ended. Tang San lay sprawled on the ground, charred black, his body twitching from time to time.
He looked completely wrecked.
His Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul surfaced automatically, flickering with strands of electric arcs, revealing five spirit rings: white, yellow, black, red, black.
Wait a minute!
Five Spirit Rings?
Tang San was now a Five-Ring Soul King?
Tang Lan clearly remembered that just a while ago, he was only Rank 45.
What the—
He hadn't expected that, in the blink of an eye, Tang San had managed to leech such immense benefits.
Tang Lan extended his hand.
A dense life force condensed into a small sphere, which he then threw onto Tang San's chest.
The life energy burst apart, enveloping his body and merging into his flesh.
Tang San's condition rapidly recovered.
Finally, he came back to his senses, grimacing as he climbed up from the ground. He retrieved a robe from his storage ring and put it on.
"Xiao San, what level are you now?" Tang Lan asked. "And what's the age of your fifth spirit ring?"
Tang San focused for a moment.
On his charred face, a rare smile appeared.
"Brother! I'm Rank 51 now!"
"My fifth spirit ring is 30,000 years old, and it has granted my Blue Silver Grass the Thunder Attribute—it comes with a built-in paralysis effect!"
His expression then turned a bit unnatural.
Though this was a huge gain…
Compared to the Thunder God's Divine Position, it was nothing.
Tang Lan, on the other hand, was a bit surprised.
30,000 years?
Normally, a fifth spirit ring's age limit was around 12,000 years.
Even with all the benefits Tang San had received from Tang Lan…
His spirit ring capacity should have been around 20,000 years at most.
Reaching 30,000 years—
It must have been due to the two rounds of Thunder Baptism, which had given him tremendous benefits.
Moreover, the Thunder God had helped him condense his fifth spirit ring—likely a God-Bestowed Spirit Ring ability.
With his unyielding desire for strength, Tang San had gritted his teeth and endured just a bit longer…
Earning an extra 10,000 years in the process was understandable.
"Brother…" Tang San couldn't hold back his curiosity. "About the Thunder God's—"
"Ahem!" Tang Lan cut him off. "After today, once we leave this place—just act like you've completely forgotten everything, got it?"
Tang Lan didn't explain why.
But Tang San's mind filled in the gaps on its own.
—His brother had brought only him to this inheritance site, clearly giving him special treatment.
If others found out, they might not take it well.
After all—
Tang San was self-aware. Among the Tang Sect's core disciples, his cultivation talent was barely keeping up.
But now, things were different!
He was Rank 51!
He had surpassed Jing Ling, Ning Rongrong, and Shui Yue'er.
He was no longer the weakest!
"Brother! I understand!" Tang San said, deeply moved. "What happened today—only Heaven, Earth, you, and I will know. No third person will ever find out!"
Tang Lan nodded in satisfaction.
"What's your fifth spirit ability's effect?"
Hearing this, Tang San activated it immediately.
His fifth spirit ring lit up beneath his feet—
He threw a bolt of lightning, which instantly shot toward Tang Lan.
It struck his chest and exploded into a flower of electricity, expanding to envelop everything within ten meters.
The surging thunder energy tried to paralyze Tang Lan.
As the glow dissipated, it revealed the true form of Blue Silver Grass—
Which was now also imbued with ice's slowing effect and soul-burning damage.
—His fourth spirit skill, Frost Touch!
—His fourth spirit skill, Soul Whip!
To be honest…
If an ordinary Five-Ring Soul King took this full combination head-on, they'd definitely be incapacitated in the short term.
This new fifth spirit skill wasn't particularly powerful, but—
It was incredibly fast.
The real kill moves were his two 100,000-year fourth spirit abilities!
Originally, Tang San's Blue Silver Grass was too sluggish, making those two powerful skills feel somewhat impractical.
But unexpectedly—
A single God-Bestowed Spirit Ring had solved the problem.
—As expected of God-Bestowed Spirit Rings, they always provided the most compatible abilities.
Unfortunately…
Tang Lan had Extreme Lightning, Extreme Ice, and Extreme Soul Attributes.
Lightning, ice, and soul-based attacks were all reduced to a mere fraction of their original power.
Against Tang Lan's Title Douluo-level physique, it was basically just…
A light tickle.
Not even worth mentioning.
(End of Chapter.)