The Lord of Thunder

Chapter 305: Mountains as a Scripture
This small sect may not look big, but it has the inheritance of a saint after all.

Fortunately, they are low-key enough, otherwise, they might be killed and their scriptures taken away by others.

Xiao Ping'an also felt that there were densely packed Great Sage-level Dao patterns here. It seemed that this was the foundation left to them by the Great Sage, and it was also the basis for their foothold.

After talking for almost a week, Xiao Ping'an took the initiative to stop discussing metaphysics and philosophy.

At this time, everyone had been completely convinced by Xiao Pingan.

"My seniors are truly knowledgeable and admirable! Now that the great Dao has been basically explained clearly, let's end this discussion here!" Xiao Ping'an politely bowed.

The only powerful Zhan Dao master took a deep breath, looked at Xiao Ping'an with a complicated expression and said, "Thank you for your guidance, Saint Son Ping'an!"

In fact, he had already known that this time of discussing metaphysics and philosophy would be a complete failure.

Now that Xiao Ping'an has shown goodwill to them, it can be considered as giving them a way out.

Then Xiao Ping'an and others stayed here.

Accompanied by the head of Thunder God Mountain, he traveled around looking for places where Thunder God might have left his legacy.

The other two families also tried to establish friendships.

That’s right, relying on the inheritance of the Jinxia Sutra, both parties regard themselves as inheritors and naturally seem much closer.

Xiao Ping'an's understanding of the Jinxia Sutra had reached an incredible level. Every time he gave some advice, the sect leader would suddenly understand and benefit greatly.

After much investigation by the powerful Zhan Dao, it was finally determined that among these 100,000 mountains, one of them was most likely to preserve the heritage of the Thunder God.

This powerful swordsman was named Lei Dongxie. Everyone who joined Leishen Mountain changed their name to Lei, but it was not because his original surname was Lei.

It is said that this is a sign of respect for the Thunder God, and of course they also have their own secular names.

However, for those who practice cultivation, a name is just a code name. After becoming powerful in practice, they can establish a sect and call themselves the founder of the sect.

Lei Dongxie brought Xiao Ping'an and others to climb an ordinary mountain.

Among the ten thousand mountains of Leishen Mountain, this one is not outstanding.

After climbing to the top of the mountain, I found a dilapidated little Taoist temple. I don’t know how many years it has been abandoned. It is said that this was one of the places where Thunder God often stayed when he was alive.

However, Thunder God had been to many places before, and it is hard to say where he left his legacy.

There are more than a dozen lightning-struck trees around here. The trees are still lush and green, and it takes at least a dozen people to hug them together.

This Taoist temple has a history of at least 50,000 years, and Xiao Ping'an can feel a strong breath of time.

After Xiao Ping'an entered, he searched carefully and felt it seriously. He did feel some of the charm of the great Dao, but he did not find any inherited items such as stone tablets, stone carvings or books.

It seems that this great sage is very likely to use mountains and rivers as scriptures and leave behind a legacy, just like the Haiyue Holy Land.

Lei Dongxie said: "I can be sure that the ancestor's inheritance has not been cut off!"

"According to the legend, the Thunder God Patriarch left his legacy on this mountain!"

"If his inheritance is cut off, it will be an immeasurable loss!"

"For so many years, we have been hoping to find a genius who can comprehend the inheritance of our ancestors, and we even opened the place to the public, allowing outsiders to come here to comprehend it."

"But unfortunately, for some unknown reason, the ancestor's inheritance has never been opened!"

Xiao Ping'an and others stayed here, cleaned the Taoist temple, refined a huge stone, and then sat cross-legged on it, silently comprehending the Tao.

He could feel an indescribable aura of the Tao here, which was very suitable for practicing.

Especially the dozen or so lightning-struck trees, the lightning flashing on them exuded a special Taoist charm. Everyone settled down and continued to gain insights here.

In the blink of an eye, a month passed.

On this day, the sky was starry and everything was silent. Seven thunder dragons of different colors were circling around Xiao Ping'an's body.

Suddenly, Xiao Ping'an opened his eyes.

A dark cloud suddenly appeared, blocking the stars and the moon in the sky. The place became as dark as ink and one could not see one's hand in front of one's face.

The dozen or so lightning-struck trees suddenly burst out with lightning, illuminating the entire sky and earth.

Xiao Ping'an saw a figure appear out of nowhere.

This person was extremely strange. He actually avoided everyone's spiritual perception and appeared in front of everyone silently.

Xiao Ping'an looked at the ordinary-looking old man, who seemed to be exactly the same as the legendary Thunder God.

"Ancestor!"

Lei Dongxie shouted excitedly, he stood up suddenly and knelt down excitedly.

But this person ignored Lei Dongxie, as well as Xiao Pingan and others.

I heard vague sounds coming out of his mouth, like the sound of the great Dao. I wanted to listen carefully, but I couldn't hear it clearly.

A breeze blew by, the dark clouds dissipated automatically, and the figure disappeared inexplicably.

The nameless ancient saint stared at the front intently. The shadow of the mark of the Thunder God appeared and disappeared inexplicably, and he could not even detect it.

The Thunder God had no ill will towards such people. Although he left behind a mark, it was very real, lifelike and amazing.

Lei Dongxie has become weird since he saw the figure of the founder.

Xiao Ping'an ignored this person and practiced on his own. He sat in meditation here every day and silently comprehended the charm of the Tao here.

This place is worthy of being the heritage left by a great sage, and the charm of the great way left behind is amazing.

Xiao Ping'an quickly captured one strange Taoist pattern after another. The mysterious feeling made his body and mind feel ethereal and very comfortable.

It turns out that this is the place where the great sage attained enlightenment, and the entire Thunder God Mountain has been marked out as a sacred land in the world.

Once the holy places and aristocratic families know about this place of enlightenment, they will definitely try their best to take it away.

Just like when Xiao Ping'an discovered the inheritance of the Cang Yun Sword Saint, everyone in the sect was ecstatic and occupied that forbidden area early on.

The Thunder God was indeed very dedicated to his sect, but unfortunately his later disciples were not up to the mark, or the sect's inheritance was interrupted by a dark turmoil. In any case, the sect seemed too weak in relative terms.

Lei Dongxie has clearly stated that, apart from the Great Saint Formation Pattern that is used to determine the family's fortune, the holy weapons left by the Thunder God have been lost or destroyed.

The ancestors of all generations have searched everywhere, but there is no reliable information.

According to the inference, it was either destroyed or melted into new weapons by someone.

Xiao Ping'an had a vague realization that the inheritance of Thundergod might not be far from appearing.

It was another full moon night, and suddenly dark clouds rolled in, covering the stars and the sun and moon.

The sky and the earth were as dark as ink, and you couldn't see your hand in front of you. Suddenly, there was lightning and thunder, and heavy rain poured down.

There was a violent thunderstorm between heaven and earth. Xiao Pingan and others just sat quietly on the boulder, watching the heavy rain and the silver lightning that cut through the dark night sky as if cutting through time and space.

(End of this chapter)