Chapter 1084: Chapter 458: Capturing the Thunder Spirit

Duan Shuang couldn’t help but chuckle upon hearing this, and said, "That Blood Demon True Monarch probably can’t imagine."

"That ’little’ Golden Core cultivator he once hunted, hundreds of years later, would become a terrifying existence he can only look up to, and even escaping would be a luxury."

Xu Ping shook his head with a smile, saying nothing more.

If the Divinity Transformation cultivators of this world knew about his growth speed, they would definitely be too shocked to speak.

It’s beyond what ordinary geniuses can describe, more like an overturning fate and opportunities.

After finishing the tea in his cup, Xu Ping put it down and said slowly, "Shuang’Er, the issue with Purple Bamboo Mountain is basically resolved, and the Blood Demon Mountain is on the verge of destruction; no one will dare attack for a while."

"I’m planning to go out and handle a few matters, so you can stay at Purple Bamboo Mountain for now, is that okay?"

He needed to deal with some matters from the past, which would be inconvenient with Duan Shuang accompanying him.

Duan Shuang didn’t say much either and simply nodded, "Okay, Xu Lang, be careful of everything, I’ll wait for you at Purple Bamboo Mountain."

At her Late-Stage Nascent Soul realm, cultivation doesn’t rely solely on Spirit Veins. Although the Spirit Vein of Purple Bamboo Mountain isn’t enough to support rapid advancement, it is sufficient to stabilize her cultivation and comprehend cultivation techniques, so there’s no rush for dense Spiritual Qi.

....

A few days later, at the break of dawn.

Xu Ping quietly left Purple Bamboo Mountain.

The Water Lake Rat and Spirit Worm were left on the mountain by him.

In addition to himself and the several life-saving talismans he left behind, unless a Divinity Transformation cultivator personally descended, there was more than enough to ensure safety.

...

A month later.

Yellow Dragon Desert.

It seemed as if only one color remained between heaven and earth: a dead, boundless yellow.

As far as the eye could see, it was an ocean of billions of tons of sand piled up, with dunes stretching like solidified golden waves of ages, endlessly surging toward the indistinct horizon where the sky met.

However, today, this deathly quiet desert welcomed an unusual fury unlike before.

Boom!

Without warning, the previously clear sky suddenly changed.

Thick, ink-like clouds gathered from all directions, instantly forming a black wave that obscured the sky, completely blocking out the sunlight.

The next moment, terrifyingly thick, purple-white lightning bolts struck fiercely from the depths of the rolling ink sea.

They were not straight but writhing and twisting, intertwining into a destructive thunder net covering a ten-mile radius.

This was a large-scale geomagnetic thunderstorm.

Its power was enough to make even Early-Stage Nascent Soul cultivators change color with fear and not dare venture in lightly.

Yet, at the edge of this destructive thunder net stood a figure in blue quietly, and it was precisely Xu Ping.

His expression was calm as water, as if the terrifying thunder in front of him, enough to tear apart Golden Core cultivators, was nothing but a slight summer rain.

His vast Divine Sense, ignoring the interference from the ferocious thunderstorm, delved into its core area, meticulously searching for his target.

He came to this place not to marvel at the wonder of heaven and earth but to find the Thunder Spirit he encountered years ago in the thunder world.

That Thunder Spirit, its strength far surpassed ordinary Late-Stage Nascent Soul cultivators.

When they first met, it gave the then-not-yet-accomplished Xu Ping a lot of trouble, nearly causing his downfall if not for some tricks and luck.

Now, having achieved a reborn golden body, his strength is not what it used to be, and he once again set his sights on this Thunder Spirit.

"If I can capture it, temper it with Secret Techniques, and merge it into my Canghua Divine Wood Sword..." A glint flashed in Xu Ping’s eyes.

Once successful, the quality of the Canghua Divine Wood Sword would surely take another step forward.

Although it might not directly break through to the level of a Second Tribulation Supreme Treasure, it would definitely receive a significant enhancement, greatly boosting its power. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

This would undoubtedly be a significant boost for the situations he might face next.

Just as these thoughts crossed his mind—

Crack!

In the core of the thunderstorm, a lightning bolt far more condensed than usual flickered like a fish.

In its core, one could vaguely see a blurred, bio-like shadow formed entirely by pure thunder rune, radiating a violent and pure thunder breath.

Thunder Spirit!

"Finally found you."

Xu Ping’s lips curled into a faint smile, like a hunter finally spotting a long-awaited prey.

He didn’t immediately resort to thunderous means to capture it, but instead, his figure moved, as if cutting through the violent thunder zone like a ghost.

Numerous purple-white electric pythons sensed the presence of an intruder, frantically lunging forward.

But before they could approach Xu Ping within three feet, they were easily dispersed and annihilated by an invisible field containing faint golden undying Dao rhythm, unable to even touch his clothes.

Then, Xu Ping made his move.

He pointed with two fingers like a sword, lightly aiming at the fleeing Thunder Spirit.

A streak of exceedingly condensed blue light imbued with ceaseless Sword Intent emitted later but arrived first, accurately hitting the Thunder Spirit’s core.

"Zhi!"

The Thunder Spirit emitted a sharp, painful mental wave, its once solid form dimming significantly, evidently bearing a serious injury.

But Xu Ping exercised extreme caution, merely wounding it and diminishing its mobility without directly capturing or completely dispersing its spirit.

The injured Thunder Spirit instinctively felt a fatal danger, disregarding the urge to absorb the storm’s energy here, transforming into a stream of light and fleeing madly toward a specific direction deep in the desert.

There lay an extremely hidden spatial fluctuation, ordinarily imperceptible.

Xu Ping followed unhurriedly, as if strolling leisurely.