Chapter 662: I Can Save Him, Whether You Believe It or Not
All Lei Chuan could do was send word to the clan, hoping the Old Supreme would break seclusion and rush to save him.
But distant aid could not quench a nearby fire.
Whether the Old Supreme would emerge in time was uncertain.
Lei Zizhen was already close to fainting.
His body, tormented by the Demonic Thunder, had shriveled noticeably, having lost a great deal of moisture.
If this continued, even his foundation would suffer damage.
Lei Chuan was deeply worried that Lei Zizhen wouldn't hold on until the Old Supreme arrived.
At that moment, a calm voice rang out.
"I can save him."
Lei Chuan looked at Shen Mo in confusion. "You can save him?"
"Impossible! Back then, it took the Old Supreme and three other Supremes working together to barely suppress the Demonic Thunder."
Shen Mo replied serenely, "I can save him—whether you believe it or not."
Lei Chuan stared at him in shock and doubt.
After a brief pause, he asked, "What do you want?"
Shen Mo smiled faintly. "I've heard the Lei Prison Clan possesses a supreme treasure known as the Myriad Tribulation Thunder Prison."
"The Myriad Tribulation Thunder Prison is used to suppress the Profane Dao Saint Artifact—the White Bone Yin Fiend Scripture—and lies sealed in the deepest underground layer of the Lei Prison Clan."
Lei Chuan's brow twitched. "That's correct."
Shen Mo continued, "The Myriad Tribulation Thunder Prison and the White Bone Yin Fiend Scripture are locked in constant conflict, forming a perilous and strange land."
"The Lei Prison Clan refers to it as the Thousandfold Thunder Prison."
"To enter the Thousandfold Thunder Prison requires a token—ten Saint Spirit Stones."
"I want one of those slots."
He had already reviewed Lei Zizhen's life panel and gained deeper insight into the Lei Prison Clan.
Within the Thousandfold Thunder Prison was a rare opportunity—and perhaps even a chance encounter with Shi Tianhao, who had arrived in Dongzhou. Naturally, he could not let it pass.
Lei Chuan looked at Shen Mo in disbelief and immediately shook his head.
"The Thousandfold Thunder Prison opens once every three thousand years, and each time there are only a thousand entry slots."
"Each one is extremely precious to the clan."
"I am merely a clan elder. I have no authority to grant you that."
Shen Mo replied calmly, "Then you'll just have to watch Lei Zizhen die."
With that, he sat down cross-legged.
Completely unbothered by the now nearly-boiled Lei Zizhen.
He had a favorable impression of Lei Zizhen—but only just favorable.
Why should he go to such lengths to save a complete stranger?
Shen Mo didn't consider himself a compassionate savior of the world.
Lei Chuan was stunned and filled with doubt.
Lei Zizhen's ever-weakening groans only made him more frantic.
Right now, there was nearly no way to alleviate Lei Zizhen's condition.
It seemed he had no choice but to gamble.
"I don't have the right to promise you that, but I have two Saint Spirit Stones, and I can borrow the rest."
"As long as you can resolve—even just relieve—the young master's condition, the ten Saint Spirit Stones are yours!"
Lei Chuan stared at Shen Mo, gritting his teeth.
Shen Mo nodded slightly. "Very well. I'll save him."
"But I have one more condition."
"Speak!" Lei Chuan's forehead veins bulged.
"You must leave Blackstone Mountain. You may not watch how I save him," Shen Mo said calmly.
Lei Chuan was shocked and angry. "What? What if you harm the young master?"
Shen Mo looked at him without saying a word.
Lei Chuan took a deep breath, then immediately withdrew.
His earlier words were just spoken in haste.
He knew too—if Shen Mo had wanted to harm Lei Zizhen, he wouldn't have asked for a spot in the Thousandfold Thunder Prison.
Once Lei Chuan had left, Shen Mo made a casual gesture, and a massive formation enveloped the skies above Blackstone Mountain.
Everything within the array was completely concealed from the outside.
Only after this did Shen Mo raise his right hand.
In his palm burned a flame of icy white—
The Nine Nether Ice Flame.
The Nine Nether Ice Flame, an eternal flame of terrifying cold, was a bane to all demons.
Naturally, he wouldn't reveal such a trump card in front of others.
If word got out, every demon clan and their hidden agents under heaven would stop at nothing to hunt him down.
Shen Mo knew exactly what the Demonic Thunder inside Lei Zizhen was.
In order to suppress the Profane Dao Saint Artifact—the White Bone Yin Fiend Scripture—the Lei Prison Clan had spared no cost, using their own Saint Artifact, the Myriad Tribulation Thunder Prison.
A one-for-one exchange.
But the price was steep.
The Myriad Tribulation Thunder Prison could no longer be used.
Because Saint Artifacts embody the truths of heaven and earth, when two such artifacts clash and intertwine, they unleash waves of immense power.
This power contains not only the sinister demonic aura of the White Bone Yin Fiend Scripture, but also the vast thunderous might of the Myriad Tribulation Thunder Prison.
Thus, outsiders came to call it "Demonic Thunder."
Over tens of thousands of years, the Demonic Thunder accumulated, dispersed, and reformed in cycles.
This gave rise to the perilous zone known as the Thousandfold Thunder Prison.
Aside from Saints who can comprehend the principles of heaven and earth, and Supremes who are just beginning to touch them, any cultivator beneath that level who comes into contact with such power dies instantly.
But a rare few, blessed by fortune, not only survive—but are instead blessed by calamity.
Lei Zizhen was one of them.
From his life panel, Shen Mo learned that Lei Zizhen's mother once trained within the Thousandfold Thunder Prison—while unknowingly pregnant.
Even in the womb, Lei Zizhen had already absorbed Demonic Thunder.
His mother had the potential to become a Supreme, but she perished young—because of the Demonic Thunder.
For most cultivators, the only way to deal with Demonic Thunder is brute force.
As Lei Chuan said, it took the Lei Prison Clan's Old Supreme working alongside several other Supremes to barely suppress it.
And now, it had relapsed.
But for Shen Mo, dealing with Demonic Thunder was laughably simple.
The Nine Nether Ice Flame was born to counteract demonic energy.
Shen Mo reached out and gently touched Lei Zizhen.
The Nine Nether Ice Flame flowed from his fingertip and landed on Lei Zizhen's body.
Lei Zizhen, half-unconscious, had no idea what was happening.
But he could feel the area being touched growing cool.
The searing pain from the Demonic Thunder dissipated into nothing.
In the blink of an eye, the Nine Nether Ice Flame enveloped his entire body.
Lei Zizhen, who had been on the brink of death and could only groan faintly, began breathing steadily again after just a dozen breaths.
Within a hundred breaths,
The Nine Nether Ice Flame traveled through every part of Lei Zizhen's body, completely devouring the Demonic Thunder—leaving not a trace behind.
Only then did it return to Shen Mo's hand, retreating into his divine palace, where it curled up lazily and went still.
Elsewhere—
A stream of light tore through the skies, rapidly approaching Blackstone Mountain.
Swoosh.
A figure landed immediately beside the anxious Lei Chuan.
This person appeared calm and composed, with the stillness of deep water.
His aura was even stronger than Lei Chuan's.
When Lei Chuan saw the middle-aged cultivator, he was visibly surprised. "Clan Head, you've come?"
Lei Zhonghe held a black gauze robe in both hands, but said nothing. Instead, he scanned the surroundings. "Where is Zizhen?"
"The Old Supreme is in sealed seclusion and cannot emerge. I retrieved this Thunderproof Robe personally refined by him. At the very least, it can delay Zizhen's deterioration."
Lei Chuan pointed to the summit of Blackstone Mountain. "The young master is there."
Lei Zhonghe frowned. "A formation? Why did you leave Zizhen alone?"
Without another word, he charged toward the peak.
Lei Chuan gave a bitter smile and hurried after him, quickly explaining everything that had happened.
Lei Zhonghe's expression darkened. He shouted coldly, "Fool! Lei Chuan, and here I thought you were a clan elder—how could you be so reckless!"
"Even four Supremes could only barely suppress the Demonic Thunder, and yet you trusted a Nirvana Realm cultivator to subdue what's inside Zizhen?!"
"You've truly gotten more foolish with age!"
His words were harsh and biting.
Lei Chuan's expression was helpless.
Inwardly, he muttered—if it were you, wouldn't you be just as desperate and willing to gamble?
Lei Zhonghe reached the outer edge of the formation. Without a word, he immediately unleashed a martial technique and struck violently!
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