“With these thunderclouds forming, they’ll bring fierce lightning, I can use it to grasp the Mystery of Lightning!” A glint of fervor flashed in Lin Yun’s eyes.
Back in Xingwu’s Xiaoyao Tower, he’d bought heaps of cultivation texts.
Over the year-plus crossing the Demonic Beast Mountain Range, when not in dire peril, he’d mentally digested them.
In that time, he’d fully absorbed it all.
Now, he knew cultivation lore and obscure secrets by heart, even things most wouldn’t fathom.
Per an ancient text, this was a fringe method to comprehend the Mystery of Lightning.
But it warned boldly: don’t try it lightly—extreme danger!
“Thunderclouds like this are rare, I can’t miss this chance, I’ll give it a go!” Lin Yun resolved inwardly.
Burdened by vengeance, eager to return and settle scores, he needed to hit the Tribulation Realm fast!
Reaching third-rank Mahayana was just a matter of time, not long off.
But at third-rank peak, a massive bottleneck loomed!
To break into Tribulation, he had to master four mysteries—a colossal hurdle.
The first three had taken years.
The next four were tougher, some clashed, mastering opposites was fiendishly hard!
At a steady pace, who knew how many years it’d take?
To speed up, he had to take risks, walk the razor’s edge!
He’d once had a shot at the Lightning Mystery, but gave it to Little Azure Dragon—no regrets there.
“The thunderclouds are still gathering, I’ll wait,” Lin Yun eyed the horizon.
The rain poured harder.
By dusk, as the sky darkened fully, he braved the storm, rushing out of the city towards the clouds.
An hour’s flight brought him to a mountain’s base.
It was far from Taifeng City.
“Here it is,” Lin Yun gazed at the midair thunderclouds, a wild spark in his eyes.
*Boom!*
Lightning tore the sky, a deafening thunderclap erupted!
The clouds wove a sea of lightning, purple sparks flaring, awe-inspiring and fearsome.
What Mahayana cultivator would dare charge in?
This outstripped the danger of diving into lava for the Fire Mystery by a wide margin!
Yet Lin Yun showed no fear.
“I crossed the Demonic Beast Mountain Range, what’s this?!” Madness gleamed in his eyes!
He’d become a cultivation lunatic, fearless of what sane monks shunned!
*Boom! Boom!*
Thunder roared, lightning flashed, bolts struck the forest, one split a peak, sending half a boulder crashing down.
“Now, up!”
Seizing the moment, Lin Yun rocketed skyward, streaking towards the thunderclouds at breakneck speed.
He knew full well the peril of plunging into that lightning sea.
But he had a plan—when he hit his limit, he’d bail fast.
Bold, not brainless, survival came first when he couldn’t hold on.
*Boom! Boom!*
Nearing the lightning sea, he saw the crackling bolts clearly.
“In!”
Gritting his teeth, he dove into the storm.
*Boom! Boom!*
Lightning danced wildly, raw energy slamming into him!
From afar, he looked submerged in a sea of thunder.
“Aaah!”
A guttural scream tore from him, flesh and bones instantly seared by the bolts, pain dwarfing lava or body-refining agony by leagues.
*Crackle! Crackle!*
Like electrocution, endless lightning hammered his body, threads of it burrowing into every cell, bursting, trying to shred him!
Without his high-level body refinement and tough flesh, he’d have exploded already.
This fringe method demanded a robust physique—his refinement arts gave him that edge.
*Crackle! Crackle!*
Lightning kept pouring into every cell.
His body convulsed.
Words failed him now, pain twisted his face, stole his voice!
If another cultivator saw, they’d call him mad!
No good, I can’t hold!
Even his iron will faltered, teetering on collapse.
“No! I must endure! I need Tribulation soon, I need to return to Xingwu for revenge!”
“What’s this pain compared to vengeance?! Lin Yun, hold on!”
He roared inwardly, resolve snapping firm.
The lightning had flooded his body, seeping into his cells—a golden chance to grasp the mystery, enduring agony while splitting focus to comprehend.
Each cell held traces of thunder, letting him savor its secrets fully.
The effect was stunning!
He soon felt the Lightning Mystery’s threshold.
But as time dragged, soaked in the raging storm, his body buckled—bones cracked, skin and flesh crumbled!
Blood oozed from every pore, coating him red.
This seemed his physical limit!
No matter his will, flesh had boundaries.
“I’m close to the Lightning Mystery’s embryo! Just a bit more!” he gritted out.
Though mere moments in the storm, he felt how fast he was grasping it here!
The mystery’s embryo was tantalizingly near!
But his body screamed a dire warning!
