Chapter 550: The Ancestor's Physique, Bloodline Inheritance
"Lei Zhen?!"
Upon hearing Hun Diao and the other elder's shocked exclamations, Mo Yu was momentarily stunned. He then saw the space in front of him ripple.
A figure dressed in a black robe appeared silently, as if emerging from the void.
The figure's appearance stirred the heavens with thunderous roars. Massive silver lightning bolts, like silver serpents, surged behind him, making it seem as though the entire world was erupting into chaos.
"The Soul Clan... Such despicable creatures."
The figure slowly raised his head, revealing a face that wasn't particularly handsome but exuded a strong, noble presence. His pitch-black eyes, as deep as the abyss, seemed to hold the power of a thousand storms. They were terrifying and radiated an intense, violent energy that filled the air with an overwhelming sense of dread.
"Lei Zhen!"
Hun Diao and the other elder's gazes were locked onto the man's face, their eyes filled with terror and disbelief.
Though they were exceptionally strong, the man before them had once stood at the very peak of the continent's power. Only a handful of people could match him in strength across the entire continent.
"Senior Hun Diao…" Hun Ya's voice trembled as he looked at the stranger. Although he didn't know who Lei Zhen was, he could feel the unmistakable presence of death emanating from him.
"Lei Zhen may be powerful, but he's still bound by the rules of the Heavenly Tomb. He cannot leave his tomb freely and can only emerge once every ten years. The ten-year period hasn't passed, so he shouldn't be able to manifest now!" Hun Diao took a deep breath, suppressing the fear within him as he whispered.
"You mean this isn't the real Lei Zhen?" The other gray-clad elder's eyes flashed with realization.
"It's probably just an image projection," Hun Diao sneered, growing bolder. Although Lei Zhen was a formidable ancestor of the Thunder Clan, his mere image couldn't possibly scare off two Dou Saints.
"Hmph! Ants! Even if I'm only an image, two mere one-star Dou Saints have no right to speak in my presence!" The black-robed figure snorted coldly, his voice brimming with arrogance. As he spoke, he slowly raised his hand and clenched it toward Hun Diao and the other elder.
"Shatter!"
With that single word, the space within a thousand-meter radius collapsed as though struck by a thousand bolts of thunder.
A massive black lightning hand took shape in an instant, slamming down on Hun Diao and the other elder.
"Boom!"
The enormous lightning hand moved with unimaginable speed, tearing through space and crashing down on the two Dou Saints. Their bodies shuddered violently, and before they could even scream, they were obliterated into nothingness.
However, the force from their final struggle sent Hun Ya and Hun Li flying into the distance, disappearing into the horizon.
Lei Zhen glanced briefly at the two fleeing figures, but made no move to stop them. In his eyes, eight-star Dou Zuns were not even worth the effort of crushing.
Seeing how effortlessly Lei Zhen had wiped out the two Dou Saints, even though it was just an image, Mo Yu's eyes narrowed in awe. This ancestor was truly terrifying.
In the sky, the black-robed figure turned and looked at Mo Yu and Lei Fei'er.
Under Lei Zhen's intense gaze, Mo Yu's expression became serious. Despite Lei Zhen being a Dou Saint, Mo Yu, who had once reached the peak in his past life, remained calm. While Lei Zhen was immensely powerful, he was still a step below Mo Yu's former self.
Thus, Mo Yu raised his head, locking his silver eyes with Lei Zhen's black ones. Their gazes clashed like thunder and lightning, sparks almost flying through the air.
The silent standoff lasted for a while, before Lei Zhen's serious expression broke into a smile. Then, he erupted into hearty laughter, his booming voice shaking the heavens.
"Haha! The Thunder Clan has produced a remarkable talent!"
Lei Zhen descended slowly from the sky and approached Mo Yu. But just as Mo Yu and Lei Fei'er were expecting a heartwarming family reunion, Lei Zhen's expression turned stern, and he said to Mo Yu, "You… are not a god-tier bloodline holder."
Mo Yu froze, momentarily shocked. He wasn't a god-tier bloodline holder—his bloodline was even weaker than that of ordinary Thunder Clan members. Yet not even the Thunder Clan's leader had noticed. How had Lei Zhen figured it out?
Hearing this, Lei Fei'er was stunned at first but quickly became anxious. "Ancestor Lei Zhen, my husband is a god-tier bloodline holder. This was confirmed in front of thousands of clan members, including my father. How could this be a mistake?"
"Hm? Are you doubting me?" Lei Zhen's deep black eyes narrowed slightly, and he coldly snorted. "Your father, the current leader of the Thunder Clan, wouldn't dare speak to me like that."
"I wouldn't dare, Ancestor! Please forgive me!" Lei Fei'er's beautiful face tightened in fear, and she quickly apologized.
Despite her fear, she couldn't help but mutter softly, "But my husband truly is a god-tier bloodline holder. Could it be that you sensed it wrong?"
Mo Yu felt touched by Lei Fei'er's faith in him, but he couldn't help feeling nervous. He wasn't a god-tier bloodline holder—what would Lei Zhen do to him now?
Lei Zhen glanced at Mo Yu, arms folded, and said, "He is indeed not a god-tier bloodline holder. That's certain. However, this boy possesses something even rarer than a god-tier bloodline—a powerful physique known as the Heavenly Firmament Thunder Body!"
"Heavenly Firmament Thunder Body? Rarer than a god-tier bloodline?" Lei Fei'er was stunned, and she turned to look at Mo Yu in shock.
God-tier bloodlines were considered the most terrifying physique among the eight ancient clans. The Thunder Clan hadn't seen one in thousands of years. But could there really be something even more powerful than a god-tier bloodline?
Mo Yu was equally surprised. He hadn't expected anyone in this world to recognize the Heavenly Firmament Thunder Body.
The black-robed man smiled slightly, patting Mo Yu on the shoulder. "From the moment you entered the Heavenly Tomb, I sensed your presence. You've done well on this journey—calm in the face of danger and loyal to your clan. You're a true son of the Thunder Clan, and you've brought no shame to our lineage."
Hearing Lei Zhen's praise, Mo Yu couldn't help but smile wryly. No wonder Lei Ying, the clan leader, had said that this ancestor had a strange temperament—he could switch between being stern and cheerful in an instant.
"Mo Yu of the Mo lineage greets Ancestor Lei Zhen," Mo Yu said respectfully, bowing slightly.
Regardless of the circumstances, Lei Zhen had just saved him from the Soul Clan, and Mo Yu wasn't one to forget a favor.
"Oh, a descendant of the Mo branch?" Lei Zhen muttered thoughtfully before nodding. "Come, let's head to the tomb. Due to the restrictions of the Heavenly Tomb, I cannot leave my tomb freely. What you see now is merely a projection of myself."
Upon hearing this, Lei Fei'er's heart skipped a beat. If this projection could easily kill two one-star Dou Saints, how terrifying must Lei Zhen's true form be?
"I imagine you're curious about how I know of your physique. Follow me," Lei Zhen said with a smile, turning toward the depths of the Heavenly Tomb.
Mo Yu nodded, eager to learn more about how Lei Zhen knew of the Heavenly Firmament Thunder Body.
Following Lei Zhen, Mo Yu and Lei Fei'er flew deeper into the tomb. After a while, they came to a stop.
The surroundings were pitch-black, the darkness like thick ink. The light was so dim that it felt as if they were standing in a void, creating a sense of disorientation and fear.
"This is the deepest part of the Heavenly Tomb," Lei Zhen said with a faint smile. He pointed toward an ancient stone monument standing alone in the darkness. Despite the bleak surroundings, the monument radiated a majestic, eternal presence. "This is my tomb."
Mo Yu's gaze followed Lei Zhen's gesture, landing on the ancient and imposing monument. Despite the countless years that had passed, the monument still emitted an indescribable aura.
It was a wild, terrifying energy that made Mo Yu's soul tremble.
"What incredible thunder energy… It might be even stronger than the top five types of Mystical Lightning," Mo Yu thought, shocked.
"Come with me," Lei Zhen said, leading Mo Yu and Lei Fei'er toward the monument. When Lei Zhen touched the stone, his body began to fade until he disappeared completely.
Mo Yu exhaled and extended his hand toward Lei Fei'er with a smile. "Let's go."
"Mm." Lei Fei'er, seeing Mo Yu's reassuring smile, felt her nerves calm. She gently placed her soft hand in his, allowing him to lead her toward the monument.
As the light around them faded, Mo Yu and Lei Fei'er slowly opened their eyes.
They found themselves standing before an ancient hall. Mo Yu was momentarily stunned—he hadn't expected there to be such an extraordinary place hidden within the stone monument. This was indeed the work of a Dou Saint.
In the center of the grand hall, Lei Zhen stood with his hands behind his back. Before him was a clear pool of water—no, it was a Lightning Pool. Silver thunder serpents flickered within it, crackling with powerful electric energy.
"Do you know why I could see through your physique and not mistake you for a god-tier bloodline holder?" Lei Zhen asked, his gaze turning toward Mo Yu.
Mo Yu was briefly stunned, his eyes flickering as he shook his head. "I don't know, Ancestor. What is it about my physique that sets it apart?"
With Lei Fei'er present, Mo Yu pretended not to know about the Heavenly Firmament Thunder Body. He didn't want to seem deceitful by acting like he had been posing as a god-tier bloodline holder.
"As I said earlier, your physique is known as the Heavenly Firmament Thunder Body. It's an exceptionally powerful and rare body type. The last time it appeared on the Dou Qi continent was in our Thunder Clan's Dou Emperor ancestor," Lei Zhen said, his eyes filled with nostalgia.
"A Dou Emperor ancestor?" Lei Fei'er gasped, her eyes wide with shock.
In every ancient clan, the Dou Emperor ancestors were held in the highest regard. Without their bloodlines, there wouldn't be any of the privileged descendants enjoying their current glory.
The Thunder Clan's Dou Emperor ancestor was legendary, and the most memorable aspect of him was his terrifying Thunder Battle Body.
Unfortunately, ever since the Dou Emperor ancestor ascended to the heavens, that powerful physique had never reappeared, fading into legend. Over time, the Thunder Battle Body had been all but forgotten.
Lei Fei'er hadn't expected that Mo Yu would possess the same body as their legendary ancestor.
This meant that Mo Yu's Heavenly Firmament Thunder Body was even more valuable than a god-tier bloodline. A god-tier bloodline could reach the peak of Dou Saint, but the Heavenly Firmament Thunder Body had the potential to become a Dou Emperor!
"My dear husband, you have the same body as our ancestor," Lei Fei'er said, gripping Mo Yu's hand tightly, her eyes sparkling with admiration.
Even though Lei Fei'er was a proud woman, she was drawn to strength. She had already been captivated by Mo Yu's god-tier bloodline, but now, knowing he possessed the Heavenly Firmament Thunder Body, she was overjoyed, like a young girl infatuated with her hero.
Seeing her reaction, Mo Yu smiled. Who would have thought that this cold and noble young lady of the Thunder Clan had such a cute and innocent side?
Noticing Mo Yu's smile, Lei Fei'er blushed slightly, playfully pouting before smiling herself.
The revelation that Mo Yu possessed the Heavenly Firmament Thunder Body had left her deeply impressed. If this news reached the clan, it would cause an earthquake, shaking the entire Thunder Clan.
Even her father, the clan leader, would be completely stunned.
"All right, enough of your flirting in front of a dead man," Lei Zhen grumbled with a hint of displeasure before stepping into the Lightning Pool. As he entered the pool, the water began to spin.
Red light began to flow from Lei Zhen's body, seeping into the pool. Slowly, the once-silver pool turned blood-red, like a pool of crimson lightning. As the change occurred, Lei Zhen's hair began to turn white, and his face aged rapidly.
Seeing this, Mo Yu and Lei Fei'er's faces turned pale. Before they could speak, Lei Zhen smiled and shook his head.
"I can tell that your bloodline is incredibly thin, even though you possess the Heavenly Firmament Thunder Body. But no matter… I will forge you into a true powerhouse, a genius so great that the entire continent will tremble beneath the feet of the Thunder Clan!"
(End of Chapter)
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