Douluo Continent: Five Thunders Shake the Drums, I am the Thunder Emperor!

Chapter 138 Enlightenment on a Stormy Night, Creating the Three-Colored Thunder Lotus! (Please continue reading)
The avalanche did not move.

But the next moment, a figure rushed out of the darkness, a dagger in hand pressed against the mysterious man's throat, the dagger glowing with a ghostly light after being coated with poison.

"Otherwise, I wouldn't mind using your head to show my loyalty to the new emperor."

The avalanche continued.

"What?" The mysterious man's pupils shrank.

He never expected that Xue Beng, this seemingly decadent playboy, would actually be cunning and have a capable and trusted subordinate.

"Your Highness is indeed extraordinary."

The mysterious man forced himself to remain calm, saying, "Three days from now, someone will deliver the 'bargaining chips' you want."

Avalanche waved his hand, and his trusted subordinates sheathed their swords. He then resumed his languid demeanor: "Get lost."

After the mysterious person left,

Avalanche's face darkened, his hands trembling as he braced himself on the edge of the table, his teeth clenched.

"They all want to use me as a pawn."

Avalanche sneered, "Then let's see who's using whom!"

Avalanche had been biding his time for many years, and his thoughts were far more profound than those of ordinary people. However, he also had a fatal weakness: insufficient strength.

Even if he secretly cultivated trusted subordinates, their numbers were still small.

and,

There isn't a single Soul Douluo; the strongest among them is only a Soul Saint.

Such strength could not even cause a ripple in front of Sikong Zhen and Sikong Mingde; they could only wait for an opportunity or seek cooperation.

Douluo Continent is ultimately a world where strength reigns supreme.

With such high-level combat power as a Title Douluo, it is destined that the weak will find it difficult to contend with.

……

The night before the sacrificial ceremony to Heaven.

Sikong Zhen sat alone on the Star Gazing Platform. Since taking over the Heavenly Dou Imperial Palace, this place had become his favorite place for cultivation.

Sikong Mingde also directly ordered that the Star Gazing Platform be converted into Sikong Zhen's exclusive training ground.

No one else may enter without permission.

"boom!"

Tonight, during a thunderstorm, a streak of purple lightning ripped across the night sky, illuminating Sikong Zhen's sharply defined profile.

He sat cross-legged in the center of the observatory, his eyes deep and fixed on the sky.

He remained unmoved as the torrential rain soaked his clothes.

"Rumble--"

The thunder was deafening, and the entire observatory trembled slightly.

Sikong Zhen's breathing gradually synchronized with the thunder; with each clap of thunder, his chest would rise and fall, spewing out lightning.

The Thunderous Hell Pattern on his right arm began to glow faintly, echoing the thunder from afar.

Within the sea of ​​consciousness, Xiao Ming suddenly widened his eyes: "Master! Can you feel it? This thunder contains the ultimate truth of heaven and earth!"

Sikong Zhen did not answer, but his soul power had already started to operate on its own.

The Five Thunder Drums Martial Spirit appeared faintly behind him, while three thunder drums—red, blue, and white—floated beside him, trembling gently with the sound of thunder.

"I see."

Sikong Zhen suddenly opened his eyes, and lightning flashed in them.

Then, he raised his hand and grabbed at the falling lightning, catching it and condensing it into a ball of lightning in his palm.

"Crimson lightning represents explosiveness, blue lightning represents vitality, and white lightning represents sharpness."

Sikong Zhen muttered to himself, "Metal, wood, and fire seem to be mutually destructive, but there is no absolute mutual generation or destruction in the world, and they can be reversed!"

At that moment, he entered a wondrous state, his thoughts and perceptions becoming clearer than ever before.

Sikong Zhen clenched his fist, and the three thunder drums hummed simultaneously.

Red, blue, and white lightning intertwined in his palm and began to slowly merge.

The crackling sounds of lightning strikes grew more and more frequent, the air around the observatory began to distort, and rain splashed everywhere.

"Master, be careful!" Xiao Ming exclaimed.

Sikong Zhen ignored it, his entire mind focused on the changing lightning. The three-colored lightning gradually formed an unstable energy ball, its surface constantly developing sharp edges, as if it might explode at any moment.

"wrong."

Sikong Zhen narrowed his eyes slightly, but showed no sign of panic. "What's still missing?"

Just as the energy ball was about to go out of control, a flash of inspiration appeared.

Sikong Zhen suddenly released his grip, letting the energy ball float in the air, while his hands quickly formed hand seals—the Nine Seals of Thunder Talisman, which he had created himself!
Nine lightning talismans were successively fired into the energy ball.
With each talisman that fell, the raging lightning became a little more docile.

After the ninth lightning talisman was integrated, the three-colored lightning transformed into a lotus bud, quietly floating in Sikong Zhen's palm.

"This is."

Xiao Ming, who was in the Sea of ​​Spirit, opened his mouth wide in astonishment upon seeing this scene.

Sikong Zhen's eyes flashed with a sharp light: "Three-Colored Thunder Lotus!"

He gently raised his hand, and Lei Lian slowly rose into the air.

As they ascended to a height of a hundred zhang, Sikong Zhen suddenly snapped his fingers—

"burst."

"boom!!!"

The moment the Thunder Lotus bloomed, the entire Tian Dou City shook violently.

The three-colored lightning, like an inverted Milky Way, illuminated the night sky as bright as day.

The shockwave from the explosion swept across a radius of ten miles, and all the rainwater was evaporated into mist at that moment, its power was earth-shattering!
Inside the palace, Sikong Mingde suddenly pushed open the window: "What's going on?"

Yu Yuanzhen and Dugu Bo simultaneously soared into the air, staring in shock at the direction of the Star Gazing Platform: "This power of thunder has far surpassed the ninth soul skill of a Title Douluo!"

The smoke and dust dissipated,

Sikong Zhen remained seated cross-legged in the same spot.

The observatory no longer exists; in its place is a charred, massive crater, hundreds of feet in diameter.

And the spot where he stood was the only intact stone platform in the center of the giant pit.

"successful"

Sikong Zhen looked at his hands and felt the surging thunderous power within his body.

Within the sea of ​​consciousness, Xiao Ming danced with excitement: "Master is amazing! Even when I was at my strongest in life, I wouldn't have dared to take the power of this Three-Colored Thunder Lotus head-on!"

Xiao Ming was a 230,000-year-old Thunderous Hell Vine in his previous life, at least comparable to a level 97 peak Douluo.

One can imagine that

How powerful is Sikong Zhen's 'Three-Colored Thunder Lotus'?
Sikong Zhen shook his head slightly: "This self-created soul skill is not perfect enough. It takes too long to condense and consumes too much energy."

Suddenly, he looked up at the still-flashing and thundering night sky, "If only I could combine the Nine Seals of Thunder Talisman with the Thunder Lotus..."

Thinking of this,

Sikong Zhen closed his eyes and concentrated again.

This time, he attempted to condense a lightning lotus directly within his body. The patterns on his body emitted a burst of lightning, and three lightning drums appeared behind him.

"Congeal!"

With a low shout, three-colored lightning slowly formed in front of him.

With previous experience, the condensation speed was much faster this time.

Even more ingeniously, Sikong Zhen discovered that the Thunder Lotus could be stabilized using the Nine Seals of Thunder Talisman, allowing it to be stored within the body for a short period.

“I’ll call you ‘Three-Colored Thunder Lotus Seal’.”

Sikong Zhen's lips curled up as he sensed the terrifying energy contained within the three-colored thunder lotus.

Having the three-colored lightning lotus condensed in advance is equivalent to having a super soul skill that can be detonated at any time, which can definitely bring unexpected victory at crucial moments.

The rain gradually stopped, and the east began to lighten with the first light of dawn.

Sikong Zhen stood up, his charred robes torn to shreds, revealing his strong physique.

"It's time to prepare for the sacrificial ceremony to Heaven."

Sikong Zhen changed into the formal attire that had been prepared beforehand, his eyes even more profound than usual.

After this night of enlightenment, his understanding of the Dao of Thunder has deepened, and he estimates that he can now make the Thunder God Bell ring eight times in a row.

It seems that it won't be long before the Thor's Bell rings nine times!
(End of this chapter)