Chapter 327: The Thunder Pool Has Been Drained! The Miserable Lei Clan

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Yu Tianhao wore a solemn expression.

In truth, what they feared wasn't Shui Wuya taking away the opportunity from the Thunder Pool.

What they truly feared was falling behind the other two great families.

At that moment, an elder, after pondering for a while, had a sudden flash of inspiration.

"Patriarch, I have a bold idea!"

He abruptly stood up and addressed everyone.

"The decline of our Lei Clan is already a foregone conclusion. In that case, why don't we drag the Feng Clan and Huo Clan down with us?"

His suggestion immediately piqued everyone's interest.

"Tell us more!"

Yu Tianhao urged.

The elder began to explain, "Doesn't the Shui Patriarch love cultivating? Once he's done this time, we'll recommend the forbidden grounds of the Feng Clan's Wind Valley and the Huo Clan's Eternal Flame Grounds to him. Let him 'visit' those places."

"By then, the decline won't just be limited to our Lei Clan!"

"Exactly! If all three clans fall, then it's as if none of us have fallen!"

"If our Lei Clan is doomed to weaken, then the Feng Clan and Huo Clan shouldn't be allowed to prosper either!"

Everyone was overjoyed and nodded in agreement.

Yu Tianhao was also pleased with the plan.

If everyone declines together, the Lei Clan won't fall behind!

"Good, let's do it!"

Deep within the World of the Undead.

Shui Wuya seemed to have become the center of this world. He wielded the power of thunder, sending it crashing into the sky, transforming it into terrifying heavenly tribulations.

The roar of thunder echoed across the heavens, making the entire World of the Undead tremble.

"Buzz, buzz, buzz—"

At that moment, a spirit on the verge of breaking through its 100,000-year cultivation caught Shui Wuya's attention.

This spirit had been quietly cultivating, gathering power for its breakthrough, but it hadn't anticipated the arrival of a heavenly tribulation.

Its bones were as white as old cloth washed by the passage of time, exuding an aura of deep sorrow and desolation.

In its eye sockets wasn't empty void, but a flickering blue flame, yet it conveyed a look of fear.

"Crack, crack—"

Its bones creaked as it attempted to turn and flee, but the impending threat of death had locked onto it.

"Perfect timing," Shui Wuya smirked.

This spirit's breakthrough was just what he needed to test the power of the heavenly tribulation.

He lightly beckoned with his finger.

The thunder coiled through the sky like a massive dragon, ultimately striking the spirit fiercely. The spirit was terrified—though powerful, it seemed so insignificant and helpless against the force of the thunder.

However, just as the thunder was about to hit the spirit, Shui Wuya suddenly intervened, diverting part of the thunder's power. This action turned the otherwise lethal strike into a less deadly one.

Even so, a bolt of thunder pierced through the spirit's chest, inflicting severe damage.

"Thud."

It collapsed to the ground, barely clinging to life.

Just as it was about to lose consciousness, Shui Wuya acted once more, injecting a surge of pure undead energy into its body.

With this newfound strength, the spirit struggled to its feet. It felt Shui Wuya's mercy and power, filling it with gratitude and awe.

"Don't thank me just yet. Let's do it again!"

Shui Wuya pointed to the sky, smiling slightly, as he released the restraints on the heavenly tribulation.

The next moment, thunder roared once again as it struck the spirit. This time, the spirit did not attempt to flee; instead, it charged directly into the lightning.

"Boom, boom, boom—"

The thunder continuously struck the skeleton's body, causing the surrounding spirits to tremble in fear.

Under the baptism of lightning, the aura of the skeletal spirit surged. It finally broke through the 100,000-year threshold, becoming an even more powerful undead entity.

As the thunder dissipated, blue thunder markings appeared on the spirit's body. These markings glowed with a mysterious light, as if recording the honor and hardship of its 100,000-year cultivation breakthrough.

After several experiments, Shui Wuya looked at the spirit before him, a satisfied expression in his eyes. The power of the heavenly tribulation was indeed impressive.

"Whimper, whimper—"

The skeletal spirit approached him, nuzzling affectionately.

"Alright, go take your troops and have some fun! See you next time."

Shui Wuya chuckled, patting its head as he watched it leave, glancing back at him every few steps.

In the World of the Undead, reaching 100,000 years of cultivation grants one the right to rule over a territory. This world now had another king.

"I wonder what this world will eventually become? Everything is a mystery waiting to unfold."

Shui Wuya left the World of the Undead, and the scene around him made him pause for a moment.

The ground beneath his feet was scorched black, each inch radiating a sense of heat and destruction.

Looking up, he heard the distant sound of voices filled with surprise and confusion.

Yu Tianhao and the others hurried over, their eyes fixed on the enormous crater before them, disbelief written across their faces.

The Thunder Pool, once roaring with thunder and flashing with lightning, was now completely dry, not a single drop of water remaining.

"What… what happened here?"

Yu Tianhao exclaimed, his voice echoing harshly across the barren land.

Shui Wuya smiled faintly and said, "I drained it."

At these words, everyone was stunned. They stared at Shui Wuya in disbelief, as if he were some kind of monster. The elders exchanged glances, a complex emotion flickering in their eyes.

"We must ensure he troubles the Feng Clan and the Huo Clan as well," one elder murmured, his voice low but resolute.

The elders quickly approached, their faces plastered with smiles, and eagerly said, "It's a great honor for our Lei Clan that the Shui Patriarch could drain the Thunder Pool. Today, we must hold a banquet in your honor."

Shui Wuya smiled and replied, "There's no need for such formalities."

Taking the opportunity, one of the elders asked, "May we ask, Shui Patriarch, what purpose does absorbing the power of thunder serve?"

Shui Wuya's gaze deepened as he answered, "I intend to gather the forces of nature to cultivate a supreme technique."

Upon hearing this, a glint flashed in the elders' eyes. They exchanged knowing smiles, and one elder said, "In that case, we can recommend two more families to the Shui Patriarch. They, too, possess the forces of nature that might assist you in your quest."

Shui Wuya was slightly surprised and asked with a smile, "Which two families?"

Without hesitation, the elder replied, "The Feng Clan and the Huo Clan. The Feng Clan controls the power of fierce winds, while the Huo Clan wields the force of blazing flames. These elemental powers, like the thunder you absorbed, are among the most potent forces in the world."

Shui Wuya nodded, "That's perfect. I need these forces to complete my technique."

After all, it wouldn't be fair to only exploit the Lei Clan.

As he prepared to leave, Shui Wuya stood by the dried-up Thunder Pool, took a deep breath, and then unleashed a burst of thunderous energy. A massive bolt of lightning descended from the sky, striking the Thunder Pool. Instantly, the pool crackled with electricity and thunder, forming a weakened version of the original Thunder Pool.

"This weakened Thunder Pool may not be as powerful as the original, but it's more suitable for the younger generation of the clan to cultivate," Shui Wuya explained.

"Soul Saints can approach the lightning to train and understand the mysteries of thunder; while Limit Douluos can delve deeper into the pool, engaging directly with the thunder's power to rapidly enhance their cultivation."

Upon hearing this, everyone was thrilled. They looked at Shui Wuya with gratitude and deep respect.

(End of Chapter)