The moment the phenomenon of the eighteen golden dragons manifested, the inherited bloodline of the Jiang Dynasty truly grew stronger, just as the legends foretold.
This sent the members of the Jiang imperial clan into wild euphoria, for the significance went far beyond an increase in individual talent—it meant that the entire Jiang Dynasty was about to rise to greatness.
And yet, while the members of the Jiang Dynasty were still reveling in the surge of their inherited bloodline, the interior of the Eighteen Golden Dragons Phenomenon Formation where Chu Feng stood was displaying an entirely different spectacle.
"Sizzle crackle crackle~"
Within the vast underground palace, three colors of thunder—gold, blue, and purple—transformed into countless tiny serpents of lightning that filled every corner of the grand hall, constantly surging and slithering about. At the same time, they radiated a terrifying aura capable of destroying heaven and earth.
Suddenly, the three-colored thunderbolts began racing toward the center of the underground palace amid a cacophony of crackling sounds, rapidly converging into a single point.
When the terrifying thunder finally dissipated, a human figure materialized at the center of the underground palace. He had thick brows, large eyes, and an extraordinary heroic bearing—it was Chu Feng.
At this moment, three types of thunder intertwined within Chu Feng's eyes. As the three bolts coiled and settled into form, Chu Feng's aura had become something entirely different.
Heaven Martial First Level—Chu Feng had successfully stepped into the Heaven Martial Realm. However, his face was not filled purely with joy; there was also a trace of regret.
"Just a little more… only a little bit more."
"I feel as though I could have controlled the power of that thunder just now, and I've already sensed how terrifying it truly is. If I could truly wield it, I believe that within the Heaven Martial Realm, no one would be able to stand against me using the thunder's power alone." Chu Feng clenched his fists, his voice thick with regret.
"Forget it, Chu Feng. Some things simply can't be forced. What's meant to be yours will be yours, and what isn't, there's nothing you can do about it."
"Besides, this Divine Thunder clearly belongs to you, so I believe that its power will eventually fall into your hands and be put to your use."
"Don't let yourself feel unsettled over something like this. You've already successfully broken through to the Heaven Martial Realm, and you did it in only one attempt. Your powers of comprehension are truly remarkable—you should be happy," Eggy said with a sweet smile.
"Mm, Eggy, you're right. The power of this thunder seems to grow more active as my cultivation increases. Even if it doesn't voluntarily submit to me, if I continue to meditate on it day and night, there will surely come a day when I force it out of my blood and bring it under my control."
It had to be said that Eggy's comfort played no small part in lifting his spirits, though clearly Chu Feng also held a great deal of confidence in himself.
Earlier, when the third bolt of thunder—the purple lightning—emerged from his Dantian and merged into his blood, all three types of thunder had erupted from Chu Feng's body simultaneously, as though running wild.
In that moment, Chu Feng had been able to clearly perceive the terrifying power within those three bolts of thunder. As for just how terrifying that power was—it far surpassed the strongest strike a Heaven Martial ninth-level expert could deliver with a rare weapon.
That was why Chu Feng had concluded that if this thunder's power could be wielded by him, no one within the Heaven Martial Realm would be his match.
Furthermore, even though all three bolts of thunder had ultimately returned to Chu Feng's body, he discovered that his perception of them had become increasingly clear.
There would come a day when he unraveled some of the thunder's mysteries, and on that day, he believed he would be able to wield this absolutely unique power.