One man and one cauldron, swallowing like a whale, in just a short moment, the original energy in the entire thunder pool was almost reduced by half.

Upon seeing this, Xuanhuo Jieling was stunned and stood there, completely confused.

Ancestor... didn't you say that this ancient tripod also requires original energy!

This is a quasi-imperial weapon!

Wouldn't this suck away the entire spiritual world's source of thunder?

Oh shit, won’t the spirit of Master Lei Dao kill me by then?

But I had made such a boast before.

And if we stop now...what if we offend this ancient tripod?

You know, this ancient tripod was notorious and petty in ancient times.

Rumor has it that it was sacrificed when its master was going through the tribulation of becoming a saint, and it withstood the punishment of thunder, but one corner of it was broken.

After going through a long period of time and being promoted to a quasi-emperor weapon, he directly rushed into that world and beat up all the creatures that were struck by thunder.

“I’ll just treat it as an investment…I’ll just treat it as an investment…”

"When this ancient tripod is restored, I'll have someone to rely on."

I kept comforting myself in my heart.

He formed seals with his hands and urged wisps of thunderclouds to continuously steal the essence of thunder and infuse it into this thunder pool.

One hundred strands...

Five hundred strands...

A thousand strands...

Three thousand strands...

During this hour, Ye Changqing continued to inhale and exhale the essence, condensing a total of five thousand strands of source energy, filling his entire dantian.

His cultivation also saw a surge, directly breaking through to the middle stage of Tianxuan.

This still consolidates the foundation and suppresses the realm.

The spiritual energy in it is too powerful. If you break through directly, you can at least reach the late stage of Tianxuan.

You know... this kind of opportunity is what countless warriors in the outside world dream of.

Of course, most of the original energy of thunder was absorbed by the Heaven-Swallowing Cauldron.

The Heaven-Swallowing Cauldron became extremely extraordinary at this moment. Every ferocious beast pattern carved on the body of the cauldron seemed as if it could transform at any time, which was extremely shocking. The bright divine light fell on the thunder pool, and it continued to transform.

Strands of terrifying thunder dragons were circling beside him, their aura surging. Even the invisible pressure made Ye Changqing feel heavy.

The spirit of the Heaven-Swallowing Cauldron was extremely excited at this moment.

Originally, he calculated that if he could recover to the Saint rank within a hundred years after coming out, it would be a miracle.

But what he never expected was that in just a few days, he had reached the quasi-saint level.

In another hour at most, he would be able to recover his Saint rank.

“Buzz buzz buzz!”

Xuanhuo Jieling looked at the thunder pool, where the source of thunder was almost exhausted, and an expression uglier than crying appeared on his face.

I can't afford to offend either of these two ancestors.

The key point is that if he continues to swallow it, he will definitely be held accountable by the Lord of Thunder's spirit.

This is equivalent to consuming the entire spiritual realm's avenue of thunder.

"Forget it, forget it. I'll just go for it."

"Three thousand more strands!"

"At most, I'll get scolded."

He gritted his teeth, stomped his feet, and once again urged the original energy deep in the thunder path, continuously pouring it into the thunder pool.

over time.

But... Su Tianyang, Sect Master Yang Tian and others who were waiting outside were stunned.

Two full hours had passed, but the ten-thousand-meter-high thunderclouds in the sky had not yet dissipated.

It even intensified, with lightning flashing all over the sky and roaring sounds that were deafening.

Didn’t he complete the tribulation before?

Why is the thunder energy inside more intense?

Su Tianyang was a little frightened. He could barely sense that there was a lot of the original energy of thunder in it.

If Ye Changqing is still undergoing the tribulation in there, will something happen?

He was extremely worried.

But he didn't dare to act rashly. After all... the thunder energy here was too astonishing.

If they were to be blown apart, the Qingyang Sect within a radius of tens of thousands of miles would be destroyed.

"What should we do now, Ancestor?"

Yang Tian asked aloud, pacing back and forth, very anxious.

At this moment, the thunderclouds suddenly dispersed.

A young child stood on the ancient tripod, suspended in mid-air.