The Eternal Saint of Alchemy

Xiao Fan stood at the bow of the boat, pouring his true essence into the vessel. At the same time, the lightning-avoiding runes lit up a pale golden light screen, enveloping the entire spirit boat.

Several bolts of lightning struck the light barrier, flowing down along the runes, unable to penetrate it at all.

"Good stuff!" he exclaimed, his heart leaping with excitement.

Master Gu Yuan steadied himself by holding onto the railing and gave him a thumbs up: "Old Jiang's trump card is really impressive."

After the spirit boat had been traveling for about two hours, a huge shadow suddenly appeared in front of everyone.

Its shape is very irregular, like a mountain exposed on the sea, pitch black, with traces of lightning and fire all over it.

They arrived at the old ruins of Leiyuan.

The spirit boat stopped at the edge of the black rocks, and Xiao Fan was the first to jump onto the rocks.

Beneath our feet lay hard, scorching hot rocks, still warm from the electric arcs, like freshly forged steel.

Looking around, the ruins are not large, only two or three miles in size. Rather than an island, it is more like a huge reef, tempered by lightning and fire for thousands of years.

In the center of the ruins stands a half-collapsed archway, made of grayish-white stone, which stands out conspicuously among the charred black rocks.

There was a line of writing on the plaque, which was no longer visible in the wind and rain, but Xiao Fan could vaguely make out that it was the handwriting of Taixu Dansheng when he got closer.

"When this door opens, it's not thunder, nor fire, but the heart."

Han Fei glanced at it, scratched his head, and asked, "What do you mean? Are you telling us to feel it with our hearts?"

Xiao Fan didn't rush to answer. He first placed his hand on the stone door, and a surge of true energy flowed into it.

The archway didn't react at all, so he tried using the Creation Fire, but still there was no reaction.

He frowned, suddenly remembering the words of the Grandmaster of Alchemy in the jade slip.

He closed his eyes, no longer seeking any external help to investigate anything. His mind was as still as water, and his consciousness merged with the aura of this ruin.

Just then, he felt a faint resonance coming from underground behind the archway.

He opened his eyes, walked around the archway, and headed toward a shallow pit in the center of the ruins.

The bottom of the pit was a shallow puddle of water, reflecting the thunderclouds on the surface. Occasionally, a few arcs of electricity would flash across the water, but without splashing a single drop.

There's something in the water.

The moment his fingers touched the bottom, a silvery-white light suddenly shone from below, and then all the clouds above the entire Thunder Abyss Ruins trembled violently.

The next moment, thousands of bolts of lightning descended from the sky, converging into a huge silver pillar of light, which slammed heavily onto the ground where Xiao Fan was standing.

Master Gu Yuan's expression changed, and he wanted to save him, but he was stopped. "Don't move, he'll take it himself."

Xiao Fan responded.

He originally thought that when the silver lightning entered his body through his arm, he was prepared to be burned to a crisp.

However, the lightning power became strangely gentle upon contact with the Creation Fire in the sea of ​​consciousness, like a raging beast being gently stroked by a pair of hands.

The violent lightning power was stripped away by an invisible force, leaving only the purest and most primal lightning and fire power, which gradually merged into the meridians.

Within his sea of ​​consciousness, the illusory image of the Creation Cauldron of Heaven and Earth trembled violently, and the patterns on its surface lit up with streaks of silver light. Stimulated by the thunder, the later chapters of the Supreme Elixir Scripture unfolded automatically, and countless words flooded into his mind.

Xiao Fan then realized that what the Grandmaster of the Void had left behind was neither a magic weapon nor a cultivation manual, but simply a "Thunderfire Seed" specifically used to open the third level of the Creation Cauldron.

The first two levels of the Creation Cauldron are for controlling fire and refining elixirs. The third level involves drawing lightning into the cauldron to temper the body with thunder.

Thunder and fire are mutually destructive. The fire of creation is the primordial energy at the beginning of the creation of heaven and earth. If it is combined with the power of thunder, the fire of creation can be elevated to a higher level, reaching the state of "unity of heaven, thunder and earth, fire".

The silver lightning lasted for a full half hour before slowly dissipating.

Xiao Fan pulled his hand out of the shallow pit. In his palm, there was a silver line, as thin as a hair, extending from the base of his fingers to his elbow, like a lightning bolt sealed under his skin.

He moved his fingers and felt a brand new power surging through his meridians, like fire, like thunder, like sharpness. The two powers merged and flowed slowly within his dantian.

First-grade Tribulation Realm!

The instant the lightning entered his body, all his bottlenecks were broken through. The gap between the ninth rank of the Yang Realm and the Tribulation Realm was as fragile as a piece of paper in front of this lightning.

As soon as he stood up, his spiritual pressure naturally emanated from him, dispersing the thunderstone dust that had accumulated over thousands of years.

Gu Yuan's eyes widened: "This...it's broken already?"

Xiao Fan felt the abundant true essence of the Middle Tribulation Realm in his dantian, and nodded and shook his head.

If it weren't for the foundation laid by the strange fire within his body, his meridians would have been burned to a crisp long ago in the clash between thunder and fire.

Yun Ruoxi stepped forward and took his hand. Her palm was icy cold, but she smiled and said, "Well, we didn't come here empty-handed."

Looking at her, Xiao Fan felt a warmth in his heart.

He turned around and looked at the bottom of the pit. He saw that the shallow pit at the bottom had dried up, revealing a palm-sized silver jade pendant.

He picked up the jade pendant, turned it over, and saw several large characters engraved on it.

"The Thunderfire Token," he said calmly.

As soon as Xiao Fan got his hands on the jade tablet, he felt a strange connection between himself and the ancient ruins, as if the entire Thunder Domain was within his perception, and all the lightning veins were clearly visible.

Thinking of this, the lightning protection screen on the spirit boat lit up automatically, and even some of the clouds in the sky were dispersed.

"Let's go," he said. He carefully placed the Thunderfire Token into his robes, looking at the ruins that had been baptized by thunder and fire for thousands of years, and said, "The things have all been taken."

A group of people followed the path they had come by, breaking through the rolling thunder and waves, and headed west.

Once outside the area shrouded in thunderclouds, the sun shone warmly on the deck again, drying everyone's clothes that had been soaked by the chill of the thunder sea.

Han Fei plopped down on the deck, panting heavily, feeling as if he was about to lose a few more years of his life.

What was remarkable was that Master Gu Yuan did not blame him. Instead, he took out a jar of wine from his bag and raised his cup to the receding thunder sea.

After returning to the Pill Tower, Xiao Fan did not rush to leave, but instead quietly cultivated in his courtyard for half a month.

It would take some time for the power of the Thunderfire Token to fully integrate into his meridians. Every day, he used the Creation Fire to nurture the silver jade tablet. The silver patterns on his fingertips became more solid and gradually deepened, gleaming with a metallic luster.