Jilei Mountain, as the name suggests, is prone to thunder disasters during the rainy season. Even when the snow is flying thick in winter, occasional winter thunder breaks through the dark sky.
Qian Cheng lingered in this place for many days. He was calm and composed, his inner brilliance restrained, no longer the dull figure he was in the Thunder Fire Alchemy Hall days.
"It's a pity that nothing lasts forever; everything has its lifespan. The once-glorious Thunder Sect is already just a remnant of history."
Qian Cheng's eyes were like deep pools. In the past six months, he traveled across various places, exploring domains related to thunder and lightning, hoping to unearth the complete "Taichu Thunder Seal".
He had already mapped out his future path, and this scripture was one of the True Scriptures he must seek.
