The Six Paths of Thunder, a whisper from Wang Lin’s nascent soul, ignited within him an incandescent brilliance. Fortunate was he that his mortal shell contained it, else the entire cultivation star would have been bathed in a light brighter than day!

Amidst this violent illumination, Wang Lin’s soul seemed to tear asunder, a rift appearing with a thunderous crack. This chasm, born within his very being, caused him no harm, but instead revealed a darkness profound, a gateway to realms unknown.

At Wang Lin’s mental bidding, the ebony within the rift writhed and pulsed, churning like smoky mists, a deep rumble echoing forth.

In a heartbeat, the Six Companion Thunders burst forth from the abyss, ancient and formidable, treasures collected over millennia by the Lightning Flash Clan. They spiraled wildly about Wang Lin’s soul, a furious vortex of raw power.

An expanding force threatened to tear Wang Lin asunder, a fate he avoided only by the resilience of his Ancient God flesh. A lesser cultivator would have surely shattered.

Yet, even with his divine form, tendrils of lightning crept from his every pore, causing his garments to flutter despite the still air, and sparking arcs of energy through the humble dwelling.

The heavens above mirrored this chaos, clouds swirling with frantic energy, thunder crashing in deafening roars, and torrential rain pouring down. Wang Lin’s eyes snapped open.

“Miscalculation…” he muttered, his expression darkening. Without hesitation, he vanished from the hut, a flicker of motion lost in the sky’s tumultuous display. He reappeared at the southern edge of the cultivation star, amidst a vast and ancient mountain range known as the Ten Thousand Peaks.

The Ten Thousand Peaks stretched endlessly, a sea of verdant hills shrouded in primeval forest, home to beasts both savage and strange.

Wang Lin materialized within a secluded valley, casting a concealing spell that blended him seamlessly with the surrounding wilderness.

Hidden within the arcane shroud, he sat in lotus position, hands weaving mystic signs, and began his hasty refinement.

He had believed the Six Companion Thunders would remain dormant within him, fully contained by his soul. However, their raw power proved too great. He could not immediately consume them, and their residual energies leaked from his mortal shell.

While this leakage was minor, it was enough to attract unwanted attention on this cultivation star.

The instant Wang Lin fled the hut, several cultivators within the city’s Imperial Palace sensed a sudden burst of thunderous energy in the west. They cast out their senses, but found nothing.

Yet these were skilled individuals, and quickly discerned the connection.

“Whether he is the survivor of the Lightning Flash Clan or not, his presence here bodes ill!” hissed a withered elder. He vanished in a blur, his disciples following close behind.

He was not the only one to react. Elsewhere on the star, a robed cultivator with a fragmented soul paused in his departure, his eyes gleaming with strange light. He reversed course, casting his senses far and wide.

Similarly, a group of white-clad cultivators in the west, who had nearly given up their search, suddenly changed direction at the behest of their leader, a stern-faced man.

Meanwhile, far away in the Starry Sky of Antiquity, a nebula of swirling mists concealed the domain of the ethereal Fluttering Clan. Within the depths of this mist-shrouded realm, on a sapphire-blue cultivation star, nestled a tranquil lake, its surface like polished glass.

At the heart of the lake lay an island, adorned with elegant pavilions and fragrant flora. A gentle breeze carried the sweet perfume of blossoms across the water, spreading it through the surrounding air.

Outside one of these pavilions, a black-robed woman sat in meditation, her raven hair cascading to her waist, concealing her face. Her hands, as pale as jade, held a sphere of lake water that slowly rotated, emanating a subtle mist.

Within the swirling water, a chaotic vortex of light twisted and turned, vaguely reflecting the image of a solitary figure clad in white, an aura of loneliness clinging to him.

As the water sphere pulsed, the figure became clearer. It was Wang Lin.

Suddenly, a flicker of uncanny insight ignited in the woman’s hidden eyes. The water sphere exploded in a watery burst, revealing a vision of stars.

Within the starfield floated the solitary cultivation star!

“Inform the elders of the Grand Reverie Council,” the woman spoke softly. “Yun Luo has divined the Destroyer of the Lightning Flash Clan is there!”

As her words echoed, three ethereal figures materialized briefly above the island, bowed in acknowledgment, and vanished.

Soon after, across countless leagues surrounding Wang Lin’s cultivation star, all inhabitants of the Starry Sky of Antiquity received a decree from the Grand Reverie Council: Mobilize all forces and converge upon the cultivation star.

Simultaneously, in the deepest reaches of the Starry Sky of Antiquity, lay a chasm of eternal darkness and biting cold, a void that devoured all life.

Yet, within this abyssal rift, amidst the swirling frost, sat a middle-aged man in silent meditation. His face was grim, eyes closed, as he performed slow and deliberate breathing exercises.

With each breath, the chilling winds of the chasm converged upon him, forming instant frost that shattered as he inhaled it all.

Before him floated a sphere of white light, seemingly containing a soul. Wisps of ethereal essence emanated from the sphere, entering the man’s body through his seven orifices.

After an age, the man opened his eyes, gazing upon the sphere. “A Rank Six Dao Spirit,” he murmured. “Its power is truly remarkable. I have only absorbed six parts, yet I feel myself nearing the Early Stage of Emptiness Nirvana…Though I still have a long way to go, this feeling is very rare… The Four Realms of Emptiness: Nirvana, Spirit, Profound, Catastrophe!”

As he spoke, the man sensed a presence and looked up. A streak of crimson light pierced the darkness, bursting through the chasm and materializing before him.

In the heart of this radiant light lay a scroll of bloodied paper!

“Grand Reverie Council decree for the esteemed Daoist Si Mo Zi!” boomed a voice from within the scroll. “Capture the Destroyer of the Lightning Flash Clan alive to receive a Rank Six Dao Spirit! Kill this person, and receive only a Rank Nine Dao Spirit!”

The man, Si Mo Zi, was one of the three great cultivators Wang Lin had witnessed chasing Tuo Sen!

Si Mo Zi’s eyes flashed. He reached out and seized the blood scroll, crushing it. Crimson energy flowed into his arm.

“A simple task, easily done,” he said. His eyes closed, and a shadowy figure emerged from his body. A perfect copy, but his power was only at the Fifth Decline of Celestial Man!

The shadow stepped forth and vanished into the chasm.

Back on the cultivation star, Wang Lin, hidden deep within the Ten Thousand Peaks, ignored the frenzy of searching cultivators. He focused solely on refining the Six Companion Thunders.

First, he absorbed the Thunder of Spiritual Sense. He already possessed a significant amount of this energy, and its refinement was straightforward. Before long, the Lightning Flash Clan’s accumulated spiritual sense thunder was his.

His spiritual sense thunder was now immensely potent, encircling his nascent thunder soul, enhancing Wang Lin’s soul and increasing his cultivation level.

His thunder cultivation body was rapidly approaching Great Perfection of Shattered Nirvana. The Shattered Nirvana realm of the Second Step was extremely hard to reach. Wang Lin’s foundation was far less compared to those old monsters. Stepping into the Shattered Nirvana realm was because of the Dao Fruit.

Even so, he knew that he still couldn’t improve too much unless he completed Nine Paths Lightning!

Only, Wang Lin did not know if he could step into the Third Step after completing this. He vaguely felt that it wasn’t so simple, because he didn’t choose to cultivate incense…

“In any case, I can’t cultivate incense!” Wang Lin was resolute. After fusing with the Thunder of Spiritual Sense, his nascent thunder soul transformed into a giant maw, devouring the remaining five Companion Thunders.

Time flowed. A day passed.

More cultivators from the Starry Sky of Antiquity swarmed the Verity Clan cultivation star, the number of them reaching over tens of thousands! They were all strong individuals sent to deal with this mission!

During this time, the tens of thousands of cultivators were frantically searching the entire cultivation star. Even the Ten Thousand Peaks were searched inch by inch, but no matter how hard they searched, they couldn’t find any clues!