139: Chapter 139 Foundation Building Dragon

Wang Shouren still hung motionless in mid-air, his Physical Body repeatedly torn apart by the lightning light, and then repeatedly remolded under the operation of the Ten Directions Fierce Thunder Transformation.

Beneath the split skin and flesh, purple electric light shone through, mixed with wisps of dim black Qi, and the black Qi intertwined with the electric light, forming extremely fine and dense lotus patterns at the wounds, as if completely transforming his Physical Body into some kind of existence transcending the mortal world.

The Thunder Toad lay prostrate on the ground, shaking more and more violently all over.

It did not understand what the Ten Directions Fierce Thunder Transformation was, nor did it understand what the Nine Nether Thunder Lotus Dantian was; it only knew that the human standing beside it was doing something that even its chaotic spiritual intelligence felt terrified of.

He was actually using heavenly lightning as a hammer and his Physical Body as iron, forcibly forging himself into something capable of splitting heaven and earth.

It was unknown how much time had passed; the thunderclouds in the sky gradually thinned, and when the last bolt of heavenly lightning fell, it was more than half thinner than the first one.

An extremely crisp humming sound came from within Wang Shouren's body, resembling a great bell chiming from the depths of his Dantian, or like millions of sharp swords simultaneously unsheathing.

Black light flourished greatly at his lower abdomen, and that Nine Nether Thunder Lotus bloomed completely, the purple thunder patterns on the lotus petals shining to the extreme.

At this moment, the spiritual power in the Dantian finally liquefied completely, every single drop presenting a purple color with a hint of dark black showing through the purple, nine parts similar to the crimson-gold lightning light when he executed the fierce thunder transformation, but with an extra trace of heart-palpitating eeriness.

That purple spiritual liquid slowly flowed within the lotus-shaped Dantian, resembling thunder and the netherworld symbioting in the same container, both destroying and regenerating.

Wang Shouren slowly exhaled a breath of turbid Qi and lowered his head to look at his hands.

Those hands were no longer the hands of ordinary Cultivators; the purple spiritual light beneath the skin flowed like blood, and the thunder patterns on his palms were as clear as if carved, every single pattern containing a might sufficient to make those in the Foundation Establishment Stage change their expressions.

He gently clenched his fist, and the residual thunder power between heaven and earth surged into his palms like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, condensing into a purplish-black thunder bead that spun round and round on his fingertips.

That Thunder Toad was still propped beside his feet, shaking all over until it was almost falling apart, and emitted an extremely light, faint croaking sound from its mouth, as if begging for mercy and also as if worshiping.

Wang Shouren ignored it, instead clenching his fist and casually throwing a punch.

Where the fist wind passed, the air ahead was compressed into a visible white Qi ring, crashing fiercely into a hundred-zhang-high stone hill dozens of zhang away.

That black stone hill, which had stood in this swamp for an unknown number of years, could not even support itself for a single breath; it shattered from the center, transforming into a sky full of rubble shooting in all directions.

The entire swamp was shaken into churning muddy water by the aftermath of this punch, and several ancient trees rooted in the mud broke at the waist, crashing down.

Wang Shouren looked at his fist and remained silent for a good while.

"Is this really still a Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivator?"

He slowly tightened his five fingers, his bones producing a series of crisp cracking sounds, and the purple thunder patterns on his palms flickered uncertainly.

He roughly estimated that if the force of this punch were to land on a Tier 2 High Grade Yao Beast, it would likely directly shake it into a puddle of shattered flesh.

Solely speaking of his physical constitution, he was already not weaker than Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivators who specialized in Body Tempering, and could even contend head-on with Tier 2 top-tier Yao Beasts.

In the cultivation world, those who practiced both Spells and physical bodies were already rare, and as for a freak like him who used fierce thunder for Body Tempering and the Nine Nether Thunder Lotus for Foundation Establishment, I am afraid the entire Yue State had not produced a second one in nearly a thousand years.

"I haven't had this feeling for many years."

He stood in the center of the ruins where muddy water splashed, a very, very faint smile rising at the corners of his mouth, yet something flashed across the depths of his eyes.

Having transmigrated into this world for more than twenty years, he had been cautious at every step and calculated everywhere.

Yet at this moment, holding his fist and feeling the abyss-like, sea-like power within his body, for the first time he felt that he could protect the things he wanted to protect.

This was probably the so-called sense of security.

An extremely light, faint whimpering came from beside his feet.

That Thunder Toad was still propped in place, shaking all over like a sieve.

It had just witnessed with its own eyes this human casually shatter a mountain with a single punch.

What kind of power was that? Its brain, which possessed only instinct and a bit of chaotic spiritual intelligence, was no longer enough to process it; it could only press its body lower and lower, wishing it could burrow into the mud.

It suddenly began to regret, regretting why it had rushed in, and regretting why it hadn't fled outward like other Yao Beasts.

If it had fled, it could have at least preserved its three-hundred-year-old life.

Now it didn't even dare to cry out, and could only keep its big mouth tightly closed, afraid that making the slightest sound would anger the god of slaughter before its eyes.

Wang Shouren glanced at it, suddenly remembering what he had comprehended during his Foundation Establishment.

When he first entered the Ten Directions Fierce Thunder Transformation, a movement technique had been carved into his Sea of Consciousness along with the Cultivation Technique, but his cultivation was insufficient at the time and he could not execute it.

Now that Foundation Establishment was complete, that movement technique could finally be used.

With his current Physical Body strength, ordinary Spells hitting his body would probably not even break his skin.

What surprised him even more was that after the heaven and earth anomalies brought by this Foundation Establishment dissipated, a new page of techniques floated up from the Ten Directions Fierce Thunder Transformation in his Sea of Consciousness.

With a thought in his mind, the thunder light around his body exploded, and purple thunder arcs gushed out from within his body, rapidly spreading across the surface of his skin, condensing into a complete set of thunder armor in the blink of an eye.

The armor was dark purple throughout; the chest plate, shoulder guards, arm guards, and knee guards were completely present, and the surface was covered with dense thunder patterns, with electric light flowing through every single pattern.

The moment the armor formed, the muddy ground beneath his feet was baked and cracked by the overflowing thunder might, and the surrounding air violently distorted.

Looking from afar, his entire person had almost transformed into a thunder god, wrapped in destructive purple electric snakes around his body, and even his hair was stained with a dim purple luster.

"Fierce Thunder Armor." Wang Shouren opened his mouth and spat out three words, his voice dull like thunder, shaking ripples across the swamp puddles.

He moved his shoulders twice, feeling the terrifying defensive power contained in this thunder armor, and the smile at the corners of his mouth naturally deepened by a few points.

If ordinary Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivators used Spells to bombard him, they probably wouldn't even be able to wear down the thunder patterns of this layer of armor.

He suddenly turned his head to look at the Thunder Toad that was still trembling at his feet, a hint of mischief rising in the depths of his eyes.

"Beast, get up and attack me!"

The Thunder Toad was dumbfounded.

Its two bulging eyes widened until they were almost popping out of their sockets, and the tiny bit of spiritual intelligence remaining in its brain screamed crazily—Attack him?

Attack this monster that had just shattered a mountain with a single punch and was now draped in heavenly lightning all over?

It shook its head desperately, swinging its large head stained with venom and blood so fast that it produced afterimages.

Wang Shouren was taken aback; he had actually seen such a humanized action on a toad.

That head shook like a rattle-drum, its mouth closed tightly, and its four feet clawed desperately into the ground, wishing it could press itself into a pancake.

"Trash." Wang Shouren cursed with a smile, too lazy to pay attention to it anymore.

At this moment, an aura that was extreme in its power suddenly approached rapidly from the distant horizon.

That aura came too fast, whipping up a sky full of fierce wind and tearing the already thin dark clouds into fragments, and wherever it passed, even the air emitted sharp, explosive howling sounds.

Wang Shouren's pupils shrank slightly as he raised his head to look.

I saw a huge dark golden figure in the western sky breaking through the clouds, smashing toward the swamp direction like a meteor.

That aura had already surpassed the category of ordinary Tier 2 Yao Beasts, and was definitely far beyond that, the majestic Demonic Qi spreading like a tide, pressing the mud marshes within a radius of several miles to collapse downward.

Before that dark golden figure landed, a rough, thunder-like laughter exploded from mid-air.

"My Yao Race actually has a Genius descending into the world! Hahaha—I wonder which tribe could have such momentum, could it be the Thunder Eagle Tribe?"