Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

"Moreover, this one has been cultivated for at least 200,000 years."

Lin Quan's pupils contracted slightly, and his fingertips unconsciously tensed. He could clearly sense the destructive power surging deep within the Thunder Pool, and he also noticed that beneath the roots of the vines, wisps of ancient and pure divine thunder energy were slowly seeping out.

His expression immediately turned serious, and a rare solemnity flashed between his brows.

But right after that solemn silence, a sharp glint suddenly flashed in his eyes—astonishment, fervor, disbelief, mixed with a long-lost sense of dread!

He possessed profound knowledge of lightning-attribute soul beasts—after all, his own martial soul was the most primal will of thunder. Furthermore, the Thunderous Hell Vine was the closest manifestation of the Thunder God's bloodline to godhood in the mortal realm.

He knew this beast was rare, but he never expected to encounter a living remnant of the Thunder God that had broken through the 200,000-year mark on this desolate island!

These kinds of soul beasts are rare to begin with. Because they are born to attract lightning and absorb heavenly tribulations every day, their cultivation increases rapidly, but their deaths are also tragic—the stronger the lightning, the more severe the backlash. Those that live for thousands or tens of thousands of years can still be traced, but once they cross the threshold of fifty thousand years, there is a 99% chance that they will explode and die in a lightning tide, their body and soul destroyed.

Therefore, people say: Thunderous Yama Vine is a rare sight every ten thousand years, hard to find every fifty thousand years, and only exists in fragments of ancient books every two hundred thousand years!

But it stood right in front of me, its lightning flashing and its aura as deep as the abyss.

"My husband..."

Qiao Jingjing and Wang Yuyan stood side by side, their gazes shifting from Lei Teng to Lin Quan's profile. Having just reached the ninth level of cultivation and the mid-stage of Grandmaster, they felt a stinging pain on their skin and a slight stagnation in their soul power—the oppressive aura emanating from the Thunder Pool was subtly suppressing the operation of their soul cores.

"You guys hold the fort, I'll give it a try."

Lin Quan's voice wasn't loud, but every word was like a nail, resounding and forceful. Before he finished speaking, the fighting spirit in his eyes exploded like thunder, intense and piercing.

The two women exchanged a glance, their lips slightly parted as if they wanted to dissuade him. But the words caught in their throats, and they swallowed them back down—they knew him too well.

In the end, he simply nodded slightly: "Okay."

"Husband, be careful... This beast is far more powerful than any other soul beast we've encountered before."

Ok……

Lin Quan nodded in acknowledgment, cast a steady glance at the two women, and then his figure soared into the air without any hesitation.

whoosh-

Lightning tore through the air, and he transformed into a streak of silver-white lightning, instantly disappearing from his original spot.

Boom!

The moment he entered the hundred-meter range of the Thunderous Hell Vine, the entire Thunder Domain suddenly trembled.

The Yama Vine, which had been passively withstanding Lei Teng's bombardment, suddenly "came to life"—

The gnarled and ferocious vines burst forth, their surfaces exploding with countless arcs of lightning, carrying a power that could tear through the void, like a venomous python dancing wildly, strangling and killing Lin Quan!

"Oh."

Lin Quan's eyes narrowed, but instead of backing down, he scoffed, his voice as sharp as cracking iron.

The moment the thought arose, thunder roared and surged within his body!

Boom-!

A resounding boom like a great bell exploded, and golden light shot into the sky. A giant bell wrapped in lightning patterns suddenly appeared, steadily covering Lin Quan's body.

The Vajra Indestructible Prajna Bell!

Boom!Boom!Boom!

The vines swept across, and waves of lightning surged, crashing repeatedly against the golden bell—

But the thunderous whip, powerful enough to split mountains and shatter peaks, struck the bell wall and vanished without a trace, not even causing a tremor. The vines snapped, the lightning dissipated, all effortlessly swallowed up by the golden bell.

Rumble...

"Now it's your turn to taste—what real thunder is!"

Before he finished speaking, Lin Quan clenched his five fingers, and the five elements of lightning gathered in response: sharp golden light, vigorous green wood, surging black water, raging red fire, and heavy earth. The five-colored lightning rapidly swirled in his palm, devouring and merging with each other, bursting out a destructive aura more violent than heavenly tribulation and more profound than the abyss.

The Thunderous Hell Vine, over two hundred thousand years old, trembled instinctively under the oppressive force, its illusory form swaying slightly as if its vital point was being held by an invisible blade.

"Impossible... I am the Thunderous Hell Vine!"

"All the thunder in the world are my servants; who dares to harm me?!"

The ground suddenly cracked open, and a semi-transparent humanoid figure slowly rose from the roots of the vine—it was the true form of this ferocious beast!

In the world of Martial Souls, a ten-thousand-year-old soul beast begins to develop intelligence, a fifty-thousand-year-old soul beast is comparable to an ordinary human, a one-hundred-thousand-year-old soul beast can condense into a human form, and a two-hundred-thousand-year-old soul beast can already switch between beast form and human form at will.

However, this Thunderous Hell Vine before us, despite its cultivation level, has been tempered by heavenly lightning for many years, which has both strengthened its bloodline and eroded its spirit.

What it manifested at this moment was nothing more than a flickering, fading afterimage—it could barely maintain a true human form, its soul already riddled with holes from the lightning tribulation.

"cut!"

Lin Quan roared like thunder, and five-colored lightning shot out from his hand, transforming into a rainbow light that pierced the sky and went straight to the heart of the vine!

boom--!!!

Wherever the lightning struck, the world lost its color.

The scattered lightning bolts, like a pack of wolves smelling blood, surged, converged, and went berserk, all rushing towards the place where the Thunderous Hell Vine was rooted!

In an instant, the entire lightning domain boiled like boiling oil, with thousands of lightning snakes roaring and crashing down in layers!

The enormous vine convulsed violently, its screams heart-wrenching. Its illusory form flickered, its branches and vines charred and curled up. The violent aura receded like a tide, leaving only a faint, dying light.

Lin Quan, however, did not stop, his eyes cold and sharp as blades.

Swish!

With another thought, black and white lightning suddenly appeared on his arm—

One wisp of pure yang heats up all things; another wisp of yin chills the soul.

The other bolt of lightning, however, exuded extreme coldness and gentleness, piercing straight into the depths of the soul.

It was the Yin-Yang Lightning that Lin Quan forged after fusing Yin-Yang dual-attribute soul rings!

Although it is far from being as earth-shattering as the legendary Yin-Yang Divine Thunder, it has already subtly acquired three parts of its divine charm and a wisp of its divine might.

Even this mere aura, if it were to enter the Martial Soul World, would be enough to make all living beings tremble and mountains lose their color.

"cut!"

Lin Quan roared, the black and white lightning in his palm already poised to strike without hesitation.

With a flick of his wrist, the ball of lightning, imbued with the power of life and death, shot out like an arrow, piercing straight into the body of the Thunderous Hell Vine.

boom--!

Lightning exploded, and the power of life and death surged like a tide.

Wherever it passed, whether it was the tangled and twisting vines or the remnants of lightning dancing wildly in the sky, everything disintegrated into starlight and scattered in the wind.

Those vines, coiled around electric snakes and hissing incessantly, seemed to have had all their vitality drained away over millennia, instantly withering, shattering, and turning into wisps of ashes that vanished with the wind.

If Lin Quan hadn't held back a fraction of his power, this strike would have been enough to reduce the Thunderous Hell Vine to ashes, root and soul. Even so, all the vine shadows that swirled across the sky had been completely annihilated.

At this moment, the Thunderous Hell Vine had only a faint trace of energy left, its fierce power almost completely dissipated, leaving only a broken stump shaped like a green bamboo shoot, standing alone on the scorched earth.

In the blink of an eye, Lin Quan's figure suddenly shot out without the slightest pause.

In an instant, he stood in the center of the Thunder Pool, his two fingers joined together like blades, pointing directly at the broken stump, and with a raised hand, he unleashed a fierce finger strike!

laugh--

The cold light tore through the air, so fast that it left only a blur.