NOVEL NEXT Chapter 101: The Embodiment of Thunder
The sun had begun its slow descent beyond the horizon, painting the sky with strokes of deep orange and violet, blending seamlessly into the darkening blue. Clouds hung low, tinged with hues of gold as the last rays of sunlight kissed their edges, casting long shadows over the vast mountain range that stretched before Feng Xuan.
The wind howled between the jagged cliffs of yin yang well, carrying a sharp chill that prickled against his skin. The scent of rain lingered in the air, mixed with the faint metallic tang of approaching lightning. This was no ordinary place—it was a land shaped by thunder and storms, where nature's fury reigned supreme.
Standing at the edge of the rocky outcrop in sunset forest, Feng Xuan took a deep breath, his gaze steady and determined. His eyes flickered with a faint glow, mirroring the crackling energy in the distance. He had come far, but now he stood at a turning point.
His Sun God Armor had grown immensely powerful, now boasting four spirit rings, yet it was a power he couldn't openly display. Too many secrets, too many dangers. If his true strength was revealed too soon, it would bring unwanted attention. The world wasn't ready for what he had become.
That left him with his Vijaya Bow, his true weapon of choice, but it was incomplete—still lacking a fourth spirit ring. Three rings were no longer enough to carry him forward. His battles would only grow tougher from here, and if he wanted to stand at the top, he needed to grow stronger. Tang Hao's attack made him mature overnight and he now understand that personal strength is more important in douluo.
Then there was the change within him.
His Solar Nirvana Pill tribulation had not just strengthened his body; it had transformed him. Lightning now pulsed in his veins, a new element added to his arsenal, one that carried the raw power of the heavens themselves. It was a gift, a responsibility, a force he needed to master.
And to do that—he needed the right spirit ring.
But not just any ring.
This time, he required something special. Something worthy of his new strength. A soul beast infused with the purest lightning, one that could elevate his abilities beyond anything he had known before.
Nothing below 15,000 years would do.
Only a beast of such power could truly match his current level and push him toward the peak of Spirit Ancestor, just one step away from breaking through to Soul King.
His target was set.
The Thunderstorm Roc.
A legendary creature, spoken of in hushed whispers among spirit beast hunters. It was said to command the storm itself, soaring through the heavens with wings of blackened lightning, its very presence capable of summoning tempests.
According to his research on soul beast Thunderstorm Roc only stay in sunset forest. So now he needed to find Thunderstorm Roc for spirit ring.
It was not an easy hunt.
But then again, Feng Xuan had never chosen the easy path.
He pulled his cloak tighter around him as the first low rumble of thunder echoed in the distance. Dark clouds had begun to gather, heavy with the promise of a coming storm.
With a final glance toward the mountain peaks ahead, Feng Xuan stepped forward.
Feng Xuan exhaled slowly, his breath visible in the forest.
"I can feel it," he murmured under his breath, golden eyes narrowing.
His connection with the lightning element had grown since the tribulation, and now it surged in his veins, responding to the storm as if the heavens themselves were calling to him.
This was the right place.
This was where he would find his fourth spirit ring.
For hours, he moved with silent precision, navigating the treacherous path that twisted through the mountain ridges. The night stretched on, and though exhaustion tugged at his limbs, his focus remained unshaken. He was not alone here. The mountain range was home to countless spirit beasts, some of which lurked in the shadows, watching, waiting.
His sharp gaze flickered toward a flickering blue light near a small ravine.
A Thunder Panther Beast prowled in the darkness, its fur bristling with electric currents. Its deep blue eyes locked onto him for a moment before it growled and slunk away, unwilling to challenge an opponent it did not fully understand.
Feng Xuan's footsteps remained steady.
Strong as it was, the Thunder Panther Beast was not his target.
He soon passed a cluster of Electric Eels slithering through a nearby stream, their bodies glowing faintly with stored energy. In the distance, the hiss of a Lightning Python echoed, its serpentine form coiling around a dead tree as it sensed movement.
Powerful beasts—but not enough.
Not for him.
He needed something stronger.
Then—
A deafening screech split through the sky.
Feng Xuan stopped instantly, his body tensing. His heart pounded—not out of fear, but excitement. The sound rippled through the mountains, vibrating through his bones like the very essence of thunder given voice.
High above, the wind howled as a massive shadow swept across the mountain ridge.
Feng Xuan tilted his head upward, his golden eyes locking onto the source.
There—cutting through the stormy night—a beast of pure majesty and destruction.
Its wings spanned nearly fifteen meters, crackling with arcs of golden lightning. Its feathers were dark as the storm, but each one shimmered with faint streaks of blue energy. Its talons, sharp enough to tear through steel, gleamed under the flashes of distant lightning.
And its eyes—molten gold, burning with intelligence and untamed fury—locked onto him.
The Thunderstorm Roc.
Feng Xuan's lips curled into a grin.
This was it.
His target.
A beast that ruled the skies, the embodiment of thunder itself.