Bolts of lightning, each as thick as a small mountain, crashed down one after another. They formed a vast, thunderous ocean of rain that washed over Star Fall Mountain, tempering the Purple Gold Hall.
Each colossal pillar of lightning radiated a terrifying aura, enough to vaporize a Tier Four Great Cultivator on contact.
Seeing this, Fang Yang was stunned. 'So it wasn't mist or clouds shrouding Star Fall Mountain, but a Thunder Pool,' he thought. 'What an incredible feat. Don't tell me Sen Yue is refining some kind of world-shaking Dharma Artifact…'
Suddenly, Fang Yang recalled his special connection to the White Feathered Eagle and its tribe.
In that instant, an idea struck him like a bolt of lightning.
'That's it! Sen Yue must be using this great tribulation to refine a Dharma Artifact!'
If that was true, it was simply astonishing.
As Fang Yang pondered, the Flying Boat shot through the Thunder Pool and landed on the mountain.
