A week passed since they tampered with the Sealing Formation.
Wu Long sat in a lotus pose within the red plains of his own Mysic Realm.
But unlike usually, when this place was stuck in perpetual sunset, it was dark, as dark clouds swirled above, and lightning strikes fell all around.
There was a stone in a distance, which was connected with arches of lightning with the heaven and earth.
The area around already was charred, losing the redness of the soil.
There were also strikes of lighting into the shield of lightning around Wu Long, but he sat unperturbed, examining the lightning.
By now he knew that there was an immense charge of a particular, unique type of lightning, just like there were mystic Earth Flames with their own properties.
All of that charge was concentrated within the stone, which was a 4th-tier Profound Grade ore that could store lightning, so it wasn't the stone which interested him but the lightning itself.
