Checking in for 100,000 Years

SWISH!

A stunning sword light imbued with the phantom of a golden dragon swooped down from thesky, cleaving the young man in two.

Blood splashed, falling from mid-air.

The young man didn't even have time to scream before Jun Moxiao's sword killed him.

After slaying these two disciples of the Shen Heng Sect, Luo Li and Jun Moxiao looked at each other, their expressions excited, their bodies trembling slightly.

This was their first major victory since entering the Accumulated Thunder Mountain Range to seek revenge against the Shen Heng Sect.

Jun Moxiao's eyes glistened. "Senior Sister," he said excitedly, "every time I kill a disciple of the Shen Heng Sect, I feel like I've avenged our deceased master a little more!"

"Yes!"

Luo Li nodded emphatically, tears welling in the corners of her eyes.

Their master had been killed step by step through the Shen Heng Sect's insidious schemes. Decades ago, their master's martial brothers and sisters had also been successively eliminated by the Shen Heng Sect.

It could be said that the hatred between their Dragon God Sect and the Shen Heng Sect had become irreconcilably deep.

The two returned to the small green tree. Jun Moxiao then picked the fruit from it and placed it into his storage ring.

The two set out once more.

Along the way, they searched for disciples of the Shen Heng Sect as well as various heavenly materials and earthly treasures.

However, after flying for an hour, the two had not encountered any disciples from the Shen Heng Sect, nor even from the Qitian Sword Sect or the Yu Mo Sect.

Jun Moxiao spotted a few Cultivators ahead who seemed to be searching the ground for something. He quickly flew over and descended before them.

"Fellow Daoists, have you seen any disciples of the three major Sects?" Jun Moxiao asked, cupping his fists in a salute.

Those Cultivators glanced at Jun Moxiao and burst into laughter when they realized he was only at the third level of the Divine Bridge Realm.

"Why would a Loose Cultivator like you be looking for disciples of the major Sects? Don't you know they've already gone deep into the Accumulated Thunder Mountain Range to pursue that Leize?"

A middle-aged Cultivator at the Fifth Level of the Divine Bridge Realm sneered.

"Haha!"

Another red-faced Cultivator scoffed, "You're overestimating yourself! Kid, your cultivation base is too low. Deep in the Accumulated Thunder Mountain Range, it's teeming with lightning and Thunderbolt-attribute Behemoths. You'd better go back!"

"Hahaha..." As the two chimed in, their words triggered a burst of laughter from the others.

Jun Moxiao's face instantly turned red. He hadn't expected these people to be so crass.

Luo Li flew over from a distance, landing beside Jun Moxiao.

"Well now, this little girl is quite pretty. How about becoming my Dao companion?"

The red-faced Cultivator laughed lewdly, his face full of vulgarity.

Luo Li's face turned ashen with anger. She never expected these Cultivators to be so morally bankrupt.

"You dare insult my Senior Sister? All of you will die!"

Jun Moxiao's eyes glinted with a beast-like, crimson light.

He directly brandished his sword and attacked.

"Persistent brat, you dare to fight back? Kill him!"

Seeing Jun Moxiao's ferocious charge, the red-faced Cultivator didn't dare to be careless. He roared and drew his sword to meet the attack.

The others also drew their swords and joined the fray.

"You pieces of trash!" Luo Li shouted, attacking the group of Cultivators.

Sword light surged and Divine Dragons roared. With their formidable combat power and unparalleled Swordsmanship, they wounded several opponents in their opening exchange.

After just two or three exchanges, almost all of them were knocked to the ground, unable to rise.

Is that all they have? And they were still so arrogant?

Contempt filled Jun Moxiao's eyes.

Although these people appeared to have high cultivation bases, they were far inferior to the two Shen Heng Sect disciples from earlier.

He and his Senior Sister had crushed them with overwhelming ease.

"Young heroes, please spare our lives!"

Lying in pools of their own blood, the Cultivators begged repeatedly for mercy, terrified by the murderous expression on Jun Moxiao's face as he approached, sword in hand.

How could Jun Moxiao spare them? He delivered a finishing blow to each one and collected their storage rings.

"Senior Sister, let's go!" Jun Moxiao said with a smile after giving half of the storage rings to Luo Li.

Luo Li nodded.

The two resumed their journey, flying deeper into the Accumulated Thunder Mountain Range.

「Meanwhile.」

High in the sky above the Accumulated Thunder Mountain Range, the Big Black Horse watched all this with a smile.

These two young masters possessed impressive combat prowess. The disciples of the three major Sects wouldn't stand a chance unless they attacked in unison.

It released two tendrils of its Divine Sense, which landed on Jun Moxiao and Luo Li. Then, it swaggered deeper into the Accumulated Thunder Mountain Range.

That place was filled with intense thunder and lightning—just the way it liked.

Besides, it had seen three young ones hiding there, cultivating. The Big Black Horse felt like stopping by for a chat.

As a high-ranking Thunderbolt-attribute Behemoth, meeting a few juniors was a rare opportunity. Being a creature that enjoyed company, it naturally wouldn't miss out.

For the Eternal Realm Big Black Horse, its speed was incredible.

With a single stride, it reached the deepest part of the Accumulated Thunder Mountain Range.

Overhead, dark clouds filled the sky. Bucket-thick bolts of lightning constantly descended, striking the mountain range and being absorbed by it.

More of the lightning, however, fell into a particular valley.

Having absorbed a vast amount of lightning, this valley had formed a gigantic Thunder Pool.

The Thunder Pool emitted an unimaginably terrifying aura; even high-level Cultivators in the Destiny Realm wouldn't dare to venture here lightly.

This place is really comfortable. I could go for a soak in there...

The Big Black Horse, now in the form of a black-robed middle-aged man, hovered in mid-air with his arms crossed. His eyes gleamed as he looked down at the Thunder Pool crackling with lightning below.

He shed his clothes and, completely naked, plunged from the sky.

SPLASH!

He landed in the Thunder Pool, sending up huge sprays of lightning-infused water.

"Ah, this is so comfortable!"

The Big Black Horse thrashed about within, rolling, somersaulting, and swimming in various playful styles, thoroughly enjoying himself.

「Meanwhile.」

Thousands of miles from the Thunder Pool, a large, azure bird struggled in its flight.

The closer it flew to the Thunder Pool, the stronger the oppressive might became. Even for it, a Thunderbolt-attribute Behemoth, approaching the Thunder Pool was exceedingly difficult.

I wonder if I can even get close to the Thunder Pool. After all, that place is guarded by three seniors... Leize mused.

Although it was also a Thunderbolt-attribute Behemoth, the Thunder Pool had always been monopolized by those three seniors. Lesser demon beasts like itself only had a chance to approach the pool once every hundred years.

This was a rule established by the Three Saints of Accumulated Thunder Mountain.

"Leize! I see it! It's just ahead!" someone shouted excitedly from hundreds of miles away.

Immediately, dozens of figures rapidly pursued in Leize's direction.

"Damn humans!" Leize cursed inwardly, abruptly changing direction.

It plunged into the dense forest, vanishing in the blink of an eye.