Chapter Seventeen The Sixth Successor

  Under the dark clouds, Qin Long frantically absorbed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. His innate force bone radiated a brilliant light, and a faint purple glow gradually emerged. At this moment, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth contained powerful lightning power. Under Qin Long's frantic absorption, he actually triggered the power of thunder hidden within his innate force bone!

  "Rumble!" A deafening thunderclap shook the air, as if the entire heaven and earth were about to shatter under this heavenly thunder.

  No one had expected that under this sudden clap of thunder, a lean figure was struggling desperately.

  "Is this the limit of Qin Long?"

  "But! I refuse!!" Qin Long let out a loud roar, and with his roar, the pale purple light of his Life Bone on his back surged again. At the same time, a bolt of heavenly lightning descended from the dark clouds and struck Qin Long's Life Bone on his back.

  The Zen Qingfeng who was sitting cross-legged on the highest level suddenly opened his eyes wide, staring at the ink-like pupils of Qin Long who was kneeling below, with a hint of surprise flashing in them.

  "Heavenly Thunder!! His innate power, the Bone of Fate, actually contains the power of Heavenly Thunder! How is this possible? How can the power of Heavenly Thunder be controlled by a human? No, this is Lightning!! This isn't Heavenly Thunder, but why...?" Zhen Qingfeng was shocked and muttered to himself, but what happened next left him even more shocked.

  Zen Qingfeng only saw that Qin Long, who was sitting in a meditative position, had been enveloped by a purple glow. Endless heavenly spiritual energy from all directions frantically poured into his body, and this spiritual energy contained the power of thunder and lightning, to the point where Qin Long transformed into a flashing purple ball of lightning.

  At the same time, many powerful practitioners of the Wanlong Sect also sensed the abnormal changes in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. They were shocked to discover that the spiritual energy of heaven and earth had become turbulent! In an instant, the vast Wanlong Mountain turned into a sea of thunder! Instantly, numerous divine senses enveloped the entire thousand-layered staircase, while Qin Long under the heavenly thunder became the focus of many powerful practitioners.

  "I will not be content with stopping at this step for the rest of my life! I want power!! I demand power!" Qin Long, kneeling on the ground, seemed to have no feeling of being struck by lightning, or rather, he had already fallen into a state of frenzy. In his heart, there was only that unshakeable conviction! He refused to become just another soul lost at this step, and he aspired to surpass it, to become a disciple of the Wan Long Sect.

  It was unclear whether it was Qin Long's thirst for power or the result of his frantic operation of "Lei Dong Jiu Jie" that caused the thunderous voice in the dark clouds above to be endless, and the sky and earth were sometimes dim and sometimes as bright as day. The pressure brought by the heavenly thunder made all the disciples of Wan Long Zong feel uneasy and fearful.

  At the moment when Qin Long absorbed the heavenly energy of the heavens and the earth, gathering the power of thunder to an extreme point, the dark clouds above also reached a terrifying extreme!

  When a thunderclap burst forth, a bolt of lightning like a dragon emerged from the dark clouds and struck down at Qin Long, who was kneeling on the ground.

  "Good boy!! You can actually summon such powerful lightning! However, can you withstand this power? Take it back for me!" Along with the sound of the wind, a figure slowly appeared above Qin Long. At the same time, Zen Qingfeng's eyes locked onto Qin Long and he suddenly shouted: "Stop!!" The voice was like thunder from the sky, exceptionally loud amidst the rumbling thunder. As he spoke, Zen Qingfeng's right hand swung swiftly, and a small brown sword, only the size of a palm, appeared in his hand, shooting straight at the figure.

  The old man, who was prepared to receive the descending heavenly thunder, only felt his hair standing on end as a strong sense of crisis forced him to turn around and resist! Just as the old man turned around, a brownish-green sword struck his back.

  "Boom!" A dull explosion shook the air, and the old man's body was directly blown away.

  In an instant, the thunderstorm brewing in those dark clouds struck Qin Long's back with a loud crash! Qin Long, who had suffered such a strike, was charred all over his body and fell to the ground instantly.

  The old man who had fallen back dozens of feet finally stopped and saw that the heavenly thunder had already entered Qin Long's body. His pupils contracted, and his face, which was full of spots, revealed a furious expression. He stared intently at Chan Qingfeng, who was sitting on the highest level of the thousand-layered stairs, with an unpredictable complexion. Suddenly, he shouted: "You little brat, do you know that this heavenly thunder is enough to kill him?"

  The old man coldly glanced at him and didn't respond, his gaze fell on Qin Long who was lying on the ground. He remained silent for a moment before speaking in a stern tone, "With his abilities, he would have definitely become a disciple of my Wan Long Sect, but your actions will lead him to a path of no return! You little brat, you're sending a disciple of my Wan Long Sect to his death, a crime punishable by death!!"

  "What a magnificent and dignified statement!! This is his fate, whether life or death, it's all his own creation. What qualifications do you have to stop him? Or perhaps, you've taken a liking to the power of thunder and want to claim it for yourself?" Upon hearing the old man say this, Chan Qingfeng's gaze slightly rose as he coldly rebuked him! Facing the powerful master of the Wan Long Sect, Chan Qingfeng surprisingly showed no fear.

  The old man's facial muscles twitched, and he was somewhat pleased with himself. However, after being spoken to by Zhen Qingfeng in such a manner, he couldn't help but stir up some genuine anger. The previous thunderous sound had already caught the attention of the strong cultivators within the sect, although none of them had arrived yet. With their divine senses covering this area, how could his face be preserved? He was being pointed out right to his face! Immediately, he spoke in a cold tone: "Although the power of this thunder is dense and rich, I am not someone who would be moved by greed. Moreover, do you think that this child, with his Seventh Yang Bone Forging strength, can withstand it?" The old man said these words while suppressing the killing intent in his heart, but they were not directed at Zhen Qingfeng. Rather, they were meant for the strong cultivators whose divine senses were covering this area. Otherwise, given the old man's temperament, he would have already slapped Zhen Qingfeng to death with a single palm.

  "Is it? Do you see if he is alive or dead?" Chan Qingfeng coldly laughed and said.

  The old man's gloomy and terrifying expression, Qin Long indeed didn't die, he was also surprised in his heart, enduring such a powerful lightning strike, how could this kid not have died? How could he not be dead? The speechless old man stared coldly at Chan Qingfeng before quickly leaving.

  No one noticed that on Qin Long's back, which was kneeling on the ground, a faint purple light flickered. If one were to see through his innate force bone, they would certainly discover that Qin Long's innate force bone had long since transformed into a thunder pool. At its very center, a purple-white lightning-shaped mark flickered with light, but this light was covered by other thunder and lightning, making it impossible to see through.

  At the same time, in a certain unknown realm, a magnificent palace floated above the center of this realm, with a purple and white color, bursting out with a brilliant light that illuminated the entire space.

  In the grand hall.

  Forty-nine massive black stone pillars support the entire grand hall, each pillar carved with various ancient patterns, including beasts, giant men and flowers and grasses, looking exceptionally eerie.

  In the center of the great hall, seven ordinary black lamps were placed in a row. What was strange was that the wicks of four of the lamps were burning fiercely, and the flames produced by the burning wicks were also different.

  From left to right, the first lamp's wick burns with a purple-white flame, forming a purple-white silhouette, or more accurately, a purple-white skeleton. This skeleton sits cross-legged, as if in meditation, and on its head, an ancient character for "heaven" flickers faintly.

  The second lamp, however, was extinguished, with no wick left. The third lamp was similar to the first one, but that figure was not a skeleton, rather an intact person. On top of his head was a mass of purple and white thunderclouds, vaguely visible as a "heaven" character.

  The fourth lamp was a purple and white skeleton, emitting thick purple light all over its body, and the top of its head had already begun to condense into thunderclouds.

  The fifth lamp was for a person, this person emitted a pale purple glow.

  At the moment when Qin Long was struck by Lei's power, a desolate and ancient voice suddenly echoed through the entire silent hall: "The Sixth... Successor has appeared!"

  Along with this sound of vicissitudes, the wick of the sixth lamp suddenly appeared a thread of flame, which gradually burned and finally presented a purple-white lightning-shaped mark.

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