One person: Starting with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, his grandmaster uncle emerges from seclusion.

"When you are both alive and well, that will be the day you break through the barrier!"

"Eighty years?"

Zhang Tianyi was stunned for a moment, then gave a wry smile.

At this moment, he felt that his body had lost all feeling, and his thoughts were becoming muddled.

It was as if it wanted to merge into that violent electric current.

"Master, are you sure this formation will work? Don't seal me off completely..."

"Enough talk! Concentrate! Hold onto the last shred of clarity in your mind!"

Zhang Jingqing said no more and stomped her foot.

"Charge!!!"

In an instant, several peaks in front of and behind Longhu Mountain lit up with golden light.

Countless talismans soared into the sky, converging into a massive golden net that fiercely enveloped the out-of-control Zhang Tianyi.

"Zzzzz! Boom!!"

The lightning and golden light collided violently, and the resulting intense light blinded Zhang Zhiwei and Zhang Huaiyi instantly, almost rupturing their eardrums.

At the eye of the storm, Zhang Tianyi felt an irresistible sealing force forcibly compressing and solidifying his raging thunderous body.

A sharp, deep pain shot through my bones.

Consciousness began to rapidly fade.

In the last second before vision went dark.

He saw that Zhang Zhiwei, that arrogant fellow, actually had tears in his eyes and was clinging tightly to the railing, refusing to leave.

They saw Zhang Huaiyi kneeling on the ground, kowtowing until his head bled.

I saw my master's back, which seemed to have aged ten years overnight.

What a bunch of... people you can't let go of.

Zhang Tianyi's lips curled up slightly, and his eyes, which had turned into lightning, gradually dimmed.

Oh well, I'll just treat it as a long nap.

When I wake up...

Then we ate roast chicken together...

If he's not dead.

……

"seal up!"

With Zhang Jingqing's final, desperate roar, the lightning in the sky suddenly contracted.

It eventually transformed into a purple-gold cocoon flashing with electric arcs.

It floats silently in the ancient well in the forbidden area behind the mountain.

The heavy rain has stopped.

Zhang Zhiwei walked dejectedly to the well, staring into the bottomless darkness, remaining silent for a long time.

Zhang Huaiyi knelt in the muddy water and kowtowed three times heavily to the well, sobbing uncontrollably.

"Second Senior Brother... Huaiyi is waiting for you to come back."

1940, summer.

That night, the Celestial Master's Mansion on Longhu Mountain was closed to the public.

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Chapter 2: Breaking the Seal Ahead of Schedule, Listen to Lei Ying!

Time passes unnoticed in the mountains; the passing of winter leaves one unaware of the years.

Over the past few decades, Longhu Mountain has also experienced countless trials and tribulations.

Master Zhang Jingqing, who always had a stern face but was actually the most protective of his own, has passed away.

On his deathbed, he passed on the Heavenly Master's Mandate to his eldest disciple, Zhang Zhiwei, who had once given him the most trouble.

After Zhang Zhiwei took over the position of Celestial Master, his arrogant and unruly nature became much more restrained.

It has gradually become the enigmatic and unfathomable entity it is today.

But he has one unwavering habit.

Every year on the summer solstice, the season with the most thunderstorms.

He would come alone to the forbidden area behind the mountain and sit by the dry well for the whole night.

Sometimes he carries two jugs of wine, and sometimes he carries a freshly roasted chicken.

"Second brother..."

When he was young, Zhang Zhiwei would shout at the well, but in his old age, he would just sit on the edge of the well and mutter to himself.

“Master is gone. Before he left, that old man kept talking about you, worried that you wouldn’t wake up, and worried that if you did wake up, the world wouldn’t accept you.”

“Big-eared thief… Huaiyi, that kid, is gone too. He died out there, and I couldn’t bring him back. He let down the sect, but I know he didn’t betray the bond between us brothers.”

“The younger generation on the mountain are getting less and less interesting. They all act like mice in front of a cat when they see me. None of them dare to go against me like you did back then.”

In the end, the old celestial master would always pat the bluestone at the well's edge, sigh, and threaten:

"Hey, if you don't wake up soon, I'm going to eat this whole roast chicken, I won't leave you any bones."

The well remained deathly silent.

Only the occasional faint purple lightning streaking across the bottom of the well seemed to echo the centenarian's longing.

……

Summer of 2015.

Longhu Mountain, the inner courtyard of the Celestial Master's Mansion.

The cicadas chirped incessantly in the trees.

The old master Zhang Zhiwei was slumped in the armchair without any regard for his image.

Holding a purple clay teapot in his hand, he squinted at the soap opera playing on TV.

Several young Taoist boys served him from the side.

Sudden.

The old master's seemingly cloudy eyes suddenly opened, revealing a sharp glint.

"Crack!"

The exquisite purple clay teapot he had been playing with for decades suddenly shattered without warning.

He was completely unaware that the scalding tea had splashed all over him.

Almost at the same time.

The once cloudless sky suddenly darkened.

A dark purple cloud, carrying a heavy, oppressive aura, appeared out of thin air above the back of Longhu Mountain.

"Boom!!"

A muffled rumble of thunder rolled deep into the clouds.

The earth began to tremble slightly, and the windows of the Celestial Master's Mansion rattled.

"Master! Why did the sky suddenly..."

A young Taoist boy cried out in panic.

"Rongshan!"

The old master suddenly stood up, and the aura he exuded in that instant made the surrounding air freeze.

The burly Taoist priest Rongshan rushed in immediately: "Master!"

"Issue my decree: seal off the mountain immediately!"

The old Celestial Master's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable authority:

"All tourists, evacuate down the mountain within half an hour! Inner disciples, all retreat to the main hall on the front mountain. Without my order, no one is allowed to approach the back mountain! Anyone who disobeys will be expelled from the sect!"

Rong Shan was startled; he hadn't seen his master with such a serious expression in decades. "Master, what happened? Has a great enemy come to invade?"

The old celestial master did not answer. He stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze piercing through the courtyard walls, staring intently at the increasingly turbulent purple clouds on the back mountain.

A rare look of excitement appeared on his face.

"Seventy-five years... The Six Lines Locking the Origin, has it finally failed to hold you back...?"

Before he finished speaking, the old master's figure had already vanished into thin air.

……

Forbidden area in the back mountain.

The ancient well, which had been sealed for seventy-five years, was now spewing out a towering column of purple light!

The surrounding vegetation turned to ash instantly, and the hard rocks crumbled and disintegrated.

Deep at the bottom of the well, the soul that had been sleeping for too long finally completed its final transformation.

The Rumble-Rumble Fruit power, originally so violent it could destroy the physical body, has, over the long years and through the refinement of Taoist formations, completely integrated into his bones, blood, meridians, and soul.

It is no longer an external force, but an innate talent.

[Innate Thunder Essence Sacred Body]

Dacheng!

"Crack! Boom!!!"