I can find treasures in my dreams.

"Boom!"

Another bolt of lightning struck Yang Fan hard beside him.

This time the distance was even closer, less than fifty meters apart, and the heat emitted by the lightning plasma was even more intense.

A small amount of heat actually penetrated Lei Zhi's protective shield, causing the ends of a small tuft of hair to curl up.

This indicates that the power of misfortune is intensifying.

Yang Fan didn't take it seriously, but he was curious: "It's a pity that the Thunderwood can't absorb the power of the Thunder Pillar, otherwise it could grow into a powerful high-grade treasure in half a year at most."

He had tried to do so before, but instead of absorbing the Thunderwood, he suffered very minor damage.

He pondered for a long time and had a general idea in his mind.

Like other primordial perilous places, a fallen ancient god is buried deep within the Tianfeng Plateau.

Whether it's the lightning pillar or the Heavenly Wind Soul Curse, they are both manifestations of the remnants of this ancient god's divine power.

Therefore, each lightning pillar naturally contains a trace of divine power imprint.

The laws of the Thunderwood conflict with the divine imprint, which is the fundamental reason why it cannot absorb the lightning pillar.

The thunderstorms that appeared on Azure Star did not contain any divine imprints.

The latter is a product of the disturbance of the laws of this world, and contains the laws of this world, so Thunderwood can absorb it without any hindrance.

Yang Fan didn't just sit and wait to be struck by lightning; instead, he busied himself collecting the moss that had sprung up after the lightning strike.

This is a very delicate "technical job".

Because the lightning moss is a life form with a peculiar consciousness, if it is picked directly, it will desperately unleash its lightning power to attack the picker.

The more lightning power released by the lightning moss, the worse the quality of the resulting lightning-patterned glue.

Civilizations capable of harvesting thunder moss generally possess a set of unique skills accumulated over a long period of time.

Nevertheless, the harvesting process inevitably causes some minor damage to the moss or triggers a passive counterattack, resulting in a decrease in quality, and it is extremely rare to be harvested perfectly.

For Yang Fan, picking the perfect fruit was too easy.

He waved his hand lightly, and tens of thousands of delicate vines, invisible to the naked eye, suddenly emerged from his sleeve, covering a large area.

Each vine strand had a trace of lightning power flowing across its surface. He used an extremely clever method to "deceive" the lightning moss, making it mistake the vine strands for its own kind.

Therefore, Lei Xian remained as still as a chicken, making no move to resist.

The vine quickly secreted a gel-like substance that enveloped the moss and slowly released a paralyzing substance, quickly putting the moss into a dormant state without causing any damage.

Not long after.

The tendrils were collected, and the harvesting process was over.

Yang Fan now held a bright red gel the size of a pigeon egg, with lightning flickering within it.

He looked it over a few times, then nodded in satisfaction: "Not bad."

This is precisely a secondary non-standard material – laser-patterned adhesive.

Don't be fooled by how small this thing is; it's extremely valuable.

This is because it is perfectly harvested Rayon glue, of exceptionally high quality, enough to exchange for an equal weight of ordinary grade III foreign material.

In most civilized worlds, the harvesting process requires carefully peeling the lightning moss from the ground and then bringing it back to the local world for further processing to extract the lightning-patterned glue.

However, Yang Fan skipped the subsequent steps and extracted the laser-patterned adhesive directly in one step, further reducing waste.

Because he possessed the laws of life, had a deep understanding of the lightning moss's defense mechanisms, and wielded the power of lightning, he was able to do this with ease.

He put away the lightning-patterned glue, glanced at the sky again, and suddenly had a vague premonition: "The power of calamity is intensifying, and the next lightning strike will probably hit me directly."

Even with a lightning branch, he was still in some danger in this situation. The best course of action was undoubtedly to escape through the gates of the world.

Once the power of the calamity has weakened, we will return to the Skywind Plateau.

Yang Fan's eyes flickered, and he shook his head: "Being unable to return to the Gate of the World is exactly what the mastermind wants to see. I absolutely cannot follow their lead."

Following the enemy's lead is like falling into a gradually tightening fishing net; the further you go, the more dangerous it becomes.

Until the moment of closing in, the power of calamity will reach its peak, at which point it will be an unavoidable deadly situation.

As a mid-level Venerable, he has a very deep understanding of this.

Conversely, if we face the challenges head-on and overcome this crisis, the power of the calamity will be greatly weakened.

Yang Fan pondered for a moment, then suddenly smiled and said, "Since we've decided to give it a try, let's go all out."

He quietly activated the shuttle, tearing open a spatial rift and beginning to jump continuously.

Each jump covers anywhere from tens to hundreds of kilometers.

During each thunderstorm natural disaster that strikes the Tianfeng Plateau, the destructive lightning bolts that bombard the ground are not evenly distributed.

Because the lightning power is significantly more concentrated in certain areas, the lightning bolts falling in these areas are more dense and have greater power.

The area mentioned above has a name—the Death Mine Circle.

The word "death" preceding it is enough to illustrate how dangerous these areas are.

Any civilized world that has developed the Tianfeng Plateau knows that once a thunderstorm calamity occurs, the death lightning circle is an absolute no-go zone.

The lightning bolts falling from the lightning circle seem to harbor hatred for living beings, with a particularly high probability of hitting living creatures.

At this moment, the direction Yang Fan was teleporting forward in was precisely a circle of death lightning.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

As he continued forward, the thunder ahead grew louder and louder.

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A mysterious space.

Everything here is gray; the sky is invisible, and the ground is indistinct, as if it were a chaotic mass that has not yet been separated.

A strange black bone pen, which looks like it was made from a section of spine, is suspended in a dark gray mass.

The surface of the bone pencil is engraved with many strange human faces, each with different features, clearly belonging to different races.

But they all have one thing in common: they seem to come alive, occasionally showing an expression of extreme pain, yet they make no sound.

At first glance, the human face appears to be undergoing inhuman torture, a sight that sends chills down one's spine.

The tip of the bone pen moves constantly, as if writing or drawing something.

Each time the pen is moved, a wisp of black smoke rises from the tip, quickly disappearing as if swallowed by something.

at this time.

The bone pen suddenly stopped.

The pained faces on the pen froze instantly, as if they had died.

A harsh sound, like glass rubbing against metal, came from the side: "What exactly does the target want to do? Why did they rush into the minefield?"

The voice carried a deep sense of doubt.

The "target" it refers to is undoubtedly Yang Fan.

Clearly, Yang Fan's strange behavior was completely beyond its expectations. (End of Chapter)