Battle Through The Heavens : I Am The Thunder Emperor

Chapter 22: Cultivating the Extreme Spirit Thunder Method

Should he practice it or not? Mo Yu was deeply conflicted.

The Extreme Spirit Thunder Method was undeniably tempting. The possibility of evolving into the Tian Gang Thunder Body was a powerful lure, something Mo Yu was reluctant to give up. However, the uncertain and seemingly low success rate of the technique made him hesitate.

Despite these doubts, Mo Yu couldn't ignore the allure of the Tian Gang Thunder Body. Though the creator of this technique was from a lower plane, Mo Yu knew that lower planes also produced many geniuses. These individuals, though limited by their environment, were not necessarily inferior to the prodigies of the Great Thousand World. After all, both Xiao Yan and Lin Dong rose from lower planes to become powerful figures.

Over countless years, who knew how many such geniuses had emerged from lower planes?

In Mo Yu's estimation, the Extreme Spirit Thunder Method, while strange, was not an empty or abstract concept. The person who created it must have been a genius of immense talent.

Mo Yu's fingers clenched tightly together, his expression shifting between indecision and determination. One path offered a stable progression, while the other was fraught with uncertainty but promised greater rewards if successful—a path shrouded in darkness and unknowns.

"Mo Sha, Han Shuang, you two old dogs, just wait for me!" Mo Yu's expression gradually firmed up, revealing a hint of resolve.

Though the Tian-level techniques were powerful, they were only so in the context of lower planes. Mo Yu's true enemies were already in the Great Thousand World. He speculated that the Tian Gang Thunder Body would be a top-tier body in the Great Thousand World as well.

With that in mind, Mo Yu decided to take the risk.

Moreover, Mo Yu felt a deep affinity for the Extreme Spirit Thunder Method. After experiencing the dominance of the Tian Gang Thunder Body in his past life, he found it hard to let go.

"If I fail, I can always rely on Xiao Yan. After all, he's the protagonist of this world; he won't disappoint," Mo Yu mused. As the master of the Vermilion Bird Burning Sky Thunder, he wouldn't face the same dangers Xiao Yan did when devouring Heavenly Flames. If the technique failed to transform his body, he could always spend a few decades cultivating again.

By then, Xiao Yan would likely have already become the renowned Yan Emperor. If Mo Yu, as his elder cousin, sought his help, it wouldn't be shameful.

With that in mind, Mo Yu made his decision. The Extreme Spirit Thunder Method was his best and most exciting option.

Having resolved himself, Mo Yu wasted no time. He began recalling the vast information of the Extreme Spirit Thunder Method in his mind and sat down cross-legged, starting to cultivate according to its instructions.

In the narrow cave, Mo Yu sat still, eyes closed, and began converting his Dou Qi. He remained as motionless as a statue.

After breaking through to the Dou Zhe level, every practitioner had the qualification to cultivate a Dou Qi technique. After choosing a technique, the previously neutral white Dou Qi would transform into the Dou Qi with the attribute of the chosen technique.

The initial transformation of Dou Qi didn't take long. In just two hours, Mo Yu opened his eyes slowly.

Having cultivated a Dou Qi technique, Mo Yu appeared more energetic than before. His refined face now had a soft, jade-like glow, and he seemed invigorated.

Blinking, Mo Yu noticed that the cave seemed brighter than before. He smiled slightly, knowing that this was due to the heightened senses that came with practicing a Dou Qi technique.

Mo Yu extended his fair hand, and the milky-white Dou Qi began to flow rapidly from the small cyclone within him to his palm.

Releasing Dou Qi externally was a feat that required the power of a Dou Wang (Dou King). Mo Yu, still far from that level, couldn't yet break through the barriers of his body's acupoints. Instead, the Dou Qi manifested as a faint white glow on his palm, resembling the soft light of a candle—not dim, but not particularly bright either.

"It seems the foundational value of the Extreme Spirit Thunder Method is around the level of a mid-tier Xuan technique," Mo Yu murmured, observing the color of the Dou Qi in his hand.

White—the hallmark of a mid-tier Xuan-level thunder attribute technique. The higher the technique's level, the deeper the color of the Dou Qi.

Looking at the soft white light on his hand, Mo Yu couldn't help but sigh. "A mid-tier Xuan technique might be great for others, but for me, it's practically worthless."

Though Mo Yu hadn't expected much, he still felt a pang of disappointment seeing the technique's level. For a Dou Zhe, the Dou Qi technique was practically their second life.

When Xiao Yan first practiced the Burning Technique, it was at the low Yellow level, so weak that he had to rely on Qi Recovery Pills like food to maintain his strength. His stamina was so poor that he desperately sought a Heavenly Flame.

Mo Yu's situation was slightly better than Xiao Yan's, but not by much. A mid-tier Xuan-level technique was merely average.

However, the true value of the Extreme Spirit Thunder Method lay in its potential to transform his physique.

If the Tian Gang Thunder Body evolved successfully, the thunder-attribute Dou Qi within him would surpass even a Tian-level technique in both quality and quantity, and its effectiveness in battle.

As someone who once possessed the Tian Gang Thunder Body, Mo Yu had absolute confidence in this technique.

"Now, it all depends on whether this technique can truly succeed," Mo Yu thought with a sigh, feeling a mix of anticipation and uncertainty.

Meanwhile, outside, the sky darkened, and soon rain began to pour down.

In the pitch-black night, torrential rain battered the forest. The wind howled, raising a cacophony of rustling leaves, while occasional thunderclaps echoed through the mountains, reverberating endlessly.

Under the dark, oppressive sky, silver snakes of lightning flashed, the crackling sound almost constant. The blinding silver light illuminated the pitch-black forest as if it were daytime.

Inside the steep, rugged cave, Mo Yu sat like an immovable stone, unwavering despite the raging storm outside. Days of continuous cultivation had left him slightly unkempt, a faint stubble now outlining his mouth.

But no matter how the storm raged outside, Mo Yu remained motionless, as if nothing in the world could shake his resolve.

Suddenly, something mysterious happened to the young man. Terrifying thunder flames ignited on his body, resonating with the thunder outside the cave, creating an awe-inspiring spectacle. Then, just as quickly, the flames receded, returning to his body, only to repeat the cycle over and over again.

His aura also began to change slowly. Threads of silvery-white Dou Qi seeped from the air around him, continuously pouring into Mo Yu's body.

The dark night, filled with thunder and lightning, passed slowly. The forest was relentlessly battered by the storm, and by the time the night gave way to dawn, the forest was left scarred and ravaged.

As a faint light of dawn crept up from the eastern horizon, bringing a gentle warmth to the land, it breathed new life into the forest that had endured a night of brutal storms.

At the break of day, Mo Yu slowly opened his eyes.

His gaze, usually filled with energy, now carried a deep weariness, his eyes bloodshot.

After a moment, Mo Yu's spirit gradually revived. With a thought, a stream of Dou Qi flowed from the small cyclone within him.

The Dou Qi was no longer pure white—it had turned silvery-white, and carried with it the terrifying aura of thunder.

Thunder-attribute Dou Qi!

(End of chapter)