Chapter 833 - 831: Spoils of War and Breaking Through

Boom!

As the massive form of the Heaven Frost Dharma Body shattered, it instantly dispersed into countless radiant fragments that shot out in all directions. Amidst the scattered light, everyone saw a battered figure being sent flying.

Pfft!

That figure spat out several mouthfuls of blood midair, and the once-mighty fluctuations of his spiritual energy had weakened to the extreme, clearly indicating severe injuries.

"Luo Ling lost!"

Countless powerful figures across the battlefield gasped. The outcome of the fight had become evident—Luo Ling was gravely wounded, his combat strength drastically reduced, making it impossible for him to contend with Mo Yu any longer.

Mo Yu maintained his stance from his last devastating punch, his sharp gaze locking onto Luo Ling as he tumbled backward. A cold glint flickered deep within his eyes before he suddenly burst forth without hesitation, charging directly toward the heavily injured Luo Ling.

The sheer intensity of his killing intent made the spectators shudder. It was clear that Mo Yu intended to end Luo Ling completely, and his decisive ruthlessness sent chills through many strong cultivators.

After all, Luo Ling was the Young Master of the Sky Profound Palace!

Seeing Mo Yu hurtling toward him, Luo Ling’s expression changed drastically, and he roared, "Mo Yu! If you dare to kill me, the Sky Profound Palace will ensure you die without a grave!"

At this moment, his strength had been depleted to its lowest point. If the battle continued, he would genuinely be at risk of losing his life.

However, in response to his threats, Mo Yu’s icy gaze remained unmoved. His figure flickered, appearing directly in front of Luo Ling.

His palm, wrapped in a brilliant purple-gold radiance, carried an overwhelming surge of spiritual energy as it mercilessly descended toward Luo Ling’s head.

Facing Mo Yu’s lethal attack, fear finally crept onto Luo Ling’s face. He had underestimated Mo Yu’s ruthlessness and determination.

"You think you can kill me so easily?!"

But Luo Ling wasn’t just anyone—he was the Young Master of the Sky Profound Palace. Even in this life-threatening moment, he did not lose his composure.

With an enraged roar, cracks suddenly appeared all over his body, and from within those cracks, terrifyingly violent spiritual energy erupted.

"He’s going to self-destruct his body!"

Whoosh!

Mo Yu immediately retreated, but at that very instant, Luo Ling’s body completely exploded.

Boom!

A terrifying storm of spiritual energy raged outward, distorting the space at the bottom of Thunder Lake and even causing spatial cracks to spread.

The shockwave slammed into Mo Yu, causing him to let out a muffled grunt. Fortunately, with the Primodial Ancestral Ape Physique, he was shielded from any serious injuries, though he was still blasted dozens of meters away.

Amidst the raging spiritual storm, a streak of light shot across the sky, twisting space before vanishing completely.

That was Luo Ling’s soul, which had escaped through the explosion of his physical body.

Mo Yu narrowed his eyes at the sight but made no further moves.

After all, his goal of making an example out of Luo Ling had been achieved—there was no need to pursue further trouble.

As the spiritual energy storm gradually subsided, all eyes turned toward the purple-gold figure standing tall amidst the chaos.

He merely stood there, yet an oppressive aura radiated from him, causing even Han Lin of the Demon Fiend Sect to reveal a grave expression.

After all, Mo Yu had single-handedly defeated Luo Ling, forcing him to self-destruct his physical body and flee as a soul. At this moment, not a single person present dared to underestimate him.

Mo Yu’s body was now covered in a thin layer of blood scabs, formed by the coagulated blood from his injuries. Beneath them, some wounds were still visible, grotesque and deep enough to expose bone.

Clearly, these were the wounds Luo Ling had inflicted in his final desperate strike.

With a slight tremor, Mo Yu’s body shed the blood scabs. The hideous wounds underneath began healing rapidly, visible even to the naked eye.

Within mere moments, his body had fully recovered, leaving countless powerful cultivators staring in stunned silence.

Even Mo Yu himself was pleased with his recovery speed. The Primodial Ancestral Ape’s Bloodline flowing through him had granted him a monstrous vitality, comparable to that of divine beasts.

Unless he suffered complete annihilation, he could recover from most injuries in a very short time.

Feeling his body restored to its peak condition, Mo Yu finally lifted his gaze.

His deep black eyes resembled those of a primordial beast, exuding a sharpness that made hearts tremble. Combined with his overwhelming victory over Luo Ling, his aura had now reached its pinnacle.

At this moment, those who had previously looked down on Thunder Prison no longer dared to show the slightest contempt. Instead, a strong sense of wariness filled their gazes.

Thus, when they noticed Mo Yu’s eyes sweeping over them, they instinctively averted their gazes, avoiding direct eye contact and ensuring they didn’t display even the slightest hostility.

This man was not to be provoked.

On the other side, the members of the Sky Profound Palace were thrown into a panic. Their Young Master had been forced to self-destruct and flee in disgrace—what did that mean for them?

If even Luo Ling had suffered such a fate, wouldn’t they all be nothing more than lambs waiting to be slaughtered?

Meanwhile, Mo Yu stretched lazily before shifting his gaze toward the gray-robed elder leading the Sky Profound Palace’s forces. This man was second only to Luo Ling in strength and seemed to be the second-in-command of their group.

"Hand over all the Thunder Hearts your Sky Profound Palace has collected, and perhaps I’ll spare your lives." Mo Yu waved his hand, signaling Ling Jing and Xuan Luo to halt their battles before turning to the gray-robed elder. His tone was calm yet commanding.

Since Luo Ling had self-destructed without revealing any Thunder Hearts, it was clear that someone else had been responsible for keeping them. That person could only be this steward-like elder.

Upon hearing Mo Yu’s demand, the elder’s expression darkened instantly. He was indeed the one in charge of guarding their spoils, but Mo Yu’s greed was simply outrageous.

However, with their backs against the wall, they had no choice. If they resisted, their entire Sky Profound Palace’s vanguard force could be wiped out. Given the circumstances, it was wiser to comply.

"The Lord of Thunder Prison," the elder took a deep breath and said grimly, "our Sky Profound Palace obtained thirty Thunder Hearts in total. I will hand them all over to you, but I expect you to honor your word and spare us."

With a flick of his wrist, thirty orbs of crackling lightning flew out from his spatial bracelet, shooting toward Mo Yu.

Mo Yu smiled faintly at the sight. With a wave of his sleeve, he stored half of them into his own spatial bracelet. The remaining fifteen Thunder Hearts flew toward Xuan Luo and the others.

"These are your rewards for your valiant efforts. Take them."

Boom!

Upon seeing the fifteen Thunder Hearts, Xuan Luo and the others were overjoyed, their eyes flashing with excitement. Carefully collecting their rewards, they immediately bowed toward Mo Yu in unison.

"Many thanks, Prison Lord!"

Fifteen Thunder Hearts was no small reward. When divided among them, each received at least one, effectively doubling their harvest.

Hearing this, Mo Yu smiled slightly, waved his hand, then turned his gaze toward the anxious members of Sky Profound Palace and said indifferently, "Get lost. If you dare to be this blind again in the future, you won’t be so lucky."

Upon hearing his words, the gray-robed elder and the others immediately breathed a sigh of relief. Without a moment’s hesitation, they retreated at full speed, as if Mo Yu were the King of Hell himself, fearing that if they were even a step too slow, they would be reduced to nothing but bones.

"Where are we going now?" At this moment, Qing Yanjing approached, her beautiful eyes looking at Mo Yu as she asked.

"Let’s leave Thunder Lake and head straight to the depths of Thunder Island," Mo Yu mused briefly before responding.

Although they had already scavenged plenty of treasures in Thunder Lake, the truly valuable ones were likely deeper within Thunder Island. Since they were here, there was no reason to miss out.

Hearing this, Qing Yanjing nodded.

"Then let’s move out."

Mo Yu waved his hand. They had already delayed half a day in this place—if they didn’t hurry, the other forces and powerful individuals would likely reach the island’s depths before them.

As his voice fell, Mo Yu did not hesitate any further. His figure flickered, turning into a streak of light as he shot out of Thunder Lake, with Qing Yanjing and Xuan Luo swiftly following behind him.

The other strong cultivators, seeing that there was nothing left of value here, also departed Thunder Lake one after another. Their destination, without exception, was the depths of Thunder Island.

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On the way to the depths of Thunder Island, they came across several places that showed signs of hidden treasures, and many powerful cultivators had gathered around them. However, this time, Mo Yu did not linger at all and instead pressed straight ahead.

Under his relentless pace, their efficiency increased significantly. By the time night passed and dawn broke, Mo Yu could vaguely sense that the sky in this region had become noticeably darker.

Black thunderclouds coiled in the heavens, and faintly, rolling thunder rumbled across the vast land, evoking a sense of unease.

About ten minutes later, Mo Yu and his group finally approached the main hall, which was surrounded by a brewing thunderstorm. They cautiously landed in front of it.

"This is a Grandmaster-level spirit array."

Mo Yu halted before the grand hall, gazing up—not just at the hall itself, but at the silver-white storm of lightning encircling it. This was no ordinary thunderstorm but a powerful spirit array.

Based on his estimation, this storm array was truly of Grandmaster-level.

Hearing this, Xuan Luo and the others couldn’t help but have a slight shift in expression. This was, after all, the Ancient Thunder Palace—just a random spirit array outside a hall had already reached the Grandmaster level.

"Can it be broken?" Mo Yu turned to Qing Yanjing and asked.

With their current strength, forcefully breaking through was clearly impossible. Their only hope was to rely on Qing Yanjing’s mastery of spirit arrays.

Qing Yanjing’s beautiful eyes studied the grand array as she pondered for a moment before saying, "Breaking it is impossible. Even though this array has endured ten thousand years, it remains a true high-tier Grandmaster-level spirit array.

With my current level, even if I wanted to crack it, it wouldn’t be something that could be done in a short time."

"However, I can try deducing its fluctuations. If I can find a weak point, we should be able to enter. If not, we give up."

Her last words were spoken decisively. After all, brute force was not an option, and attempting to do so would come at a devastating cost. Instead, they would be better off searching for the other eight halls.

"A high-tier Grandmaster-level spirit array..." Mo Yu’s expression tightened slightly. This level of formation was almost equivalent to a Peak Earth Supreme. The Ancient Thunder Palace truly had a terrifying foundation.

"Then give it a try. I’ll leave it to you," Mo Yu said as he looked at Qing Yanjing.

"Stand guard for me."

Qing Yanjing nodded and gave him a quick instruction before sitting down cross-legged. Her ten fingers moved deftly, forming intricate sigils that shot forth one after another.

As soon as these sigils entered the hundred-foot range of the grand hall, they disappeared into the void, sending out faint, mysterious ripples.

Seeing this, Mo Yu stepped back, waving his hand for Xuan Luo and the others to remain on high alert. They formed a semicircle around Qing Yanjing, shielding her.

Under their watchful guard, the speed at which Qing Yanjing formed sigils increased, sending them continuously into the void.

Her actions soon caused a reaction—the raging thunderstorm surrounding the grand hall began to rumble violently as if responding to some unknown stimulus, emitting waves of wild, crackling thunder.

A terrifying pressure spread outward, the sheer force of the spiritual energy within making Mo Yu’s face turn even more solemn. If this grand array decided to attack them, they would be instantly obliterated.

After all, a high-tier Grandmaster-level array was enough to trouble even Upper Earth Supremes—let alone Mo Yu and his group, who hadn’t even reached the Earth Supreme level.

Fortunately, under their tense gazes, the surging thunderstorm did not lash out at them. After churning for a while, it gradually settled back into calmness.

At that moment, Mo Yu saw Qing Yanjing slowly open her eyes. Her expression was serious as she extended a slender fingertip, where a trace of blood emerged. She then lightly swiped it through the air in front of her.

A crimson line appeared out of thin air, around which countless spiritual sigils flickered.

Immediately afterward, Mo Yu noticed that outside the grand hall, a silver barrier seemed to slowly crack open, forming a fissure about a meter wide.

"Go!"

Seeing the silver barrier part, Qing Yanjing’s lips curled into a graceful arc. With a soft cry, her graceful figure shot forward, slipping through the opening.

Mo Yu’s eyes lit up at the sight. Without hesitation, he waved his hand and led Xuan Luo and the others in close pursuit.

As they entered, the fissure slowly mended, eventually vanishing without a trace.

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