Chapter 1912: Meng Bin's Divine Might, Treasure Hunt in the Fallen Immortal Valley

The Qinghuan World, a vast realm where Meteorite Valley is situated in its heart. Recognized as one of the world's most perilous locations, this ancient battlefield has existed for over 40,000 years, heavily guarded by powerful formations. Throughout history, countless cultivators have perished in Meteorite Valley. However, some have also unearthed treasures there, subsequently experiencing rapid advancements in their cultivation and rising to prominence.

Every few centuries, the formations within Meteorite Valley weaken. Many cultivators seize this opportunity to enter, hoping to find valuable treasures or elixirs. Yet, only a fortunate few manage to leave Meteorite Valley alive.

Deep within Meteorite Valley, a vast, boundless black sea stretches out. Overhead, a black thundercloud, dozens of miles wide, gathers. Thunder and lightning rage intensely. Piercing roars of thunder continuously echo from above, as massive silver lightning bolts tear through the sky, then plummet downwards, resembling falling meteors.

Blinding silver lightning illuminates the sea. For thousands of miles around, lightning flashes incessantly, as if one has stumbled into a sea of thunder.

A black flood dragon, over a hundred zhang in length, floats above the dark sea. Its massive body writhes ceaselessly. It appears to be bound by a formation, enduring continuous strikes from silver lightning bolts. Its hide is heavily scarred, scales are shed in abundance, blood flows profusely, and faint glimpses of bone are visible beneath.

Wang Mengbin hovers high above, his expression aloof.

Zhong Yunxiu and four other Nascent Soul cultivators stand nearby. They each hold a misty formation disk in their hands, channeling spell formulas into them.

At Zhong Yangming's request, Wang Mengbin came to Meteorite Valley to search for the Golden Huan Divine Crystal. According to the Zhong family, this crystal is the core component of a grand formation. This formation allows communication with the Zhong family's ancestors in the Spirit Realm. The Zhong family had previously communicated with their Spirit Realm ancestors, but the Golden Huan Divine Crystal powering the formation eventually depleted its energy, severing their connection.

The Zhong family's ancestors established a significant cultivation clan in the Spirit Realm. They might be able to impart methods for ascension to the Spirit Realm or secret cultivation techniques. Obtaining spiritual artifacts that aid in breaking through to the God Transformation stage is incredibly difficult, as they are typically held by major powers.

Unable to acquire the spiritual resources needed for the God Transformation stage, the Zhong family sought to reconnect with their Spirit Realm ancestors, hoping they could provide a solution for their descendants' ascension. To this end, the Zhong family strategized for millennia. They expended immense human and material resources, finally discovering the Golden Huan Divine Crystal's location in Meteorite Valley. However, the crystal was protected by extremely troublesome lightning-attributed formations.

As a lightning cultivator, Wang Mengbin is largely unaffected by lightning-attributed formations, making him the ideal candidate for the task.

In return, if the Zhong family cultivators successfully ascended to the Spirit Realm, they promised to either assist Wang Mengbin in his own ascension, if circumstances allowed, or provide him with a substantial amount of cultivation resources.

After careful consideration, Wang Mengbin agreed, as the allure of ascending to the Spirit Realm was simply too strong.

If he could reach the Spirit Realm, he would then seek a way to contact the Dongli World and help Wang Changsheng and other clan members ascend as well.

The black flood dragon let out a mournful roar, opening its maw to unleash a thick, dark beam of light directly at Zhong Yangming.

The dark beam swept swiftly across the lake, causing the surface to erupt and massive waves to surge.

Zhong Yangming frowned, about to evade, when a sky-shattering dragon roar echoed. His head buzzed, and he found himself unable to stand steadily.

"This is bad."

Realizing the danger, Zhong Yangming was struck by the dark beam. He was instantly sent flying backward, landing heavily on the ground. He coughed up a large mouthful of blood, his face turning pale.

Seizing the opportunity, the black flood dragon's body flared with dark light, and the surrounding space twisted and vibrated. It abruptly broke free from its binds and plummeted toward the lakebed.

Just then, Zhong Yunxiu raised both hands, and two long red sashes shot forth, instantly wrapping around the black flood dragon's limbs and momentarily halting its descent.

An earth-shattering thunderclap echoed as the black thundercloud churned violently, unleashing countless silver electric arcs. These coalesced into a silver lightning sword over a thousand zhang long, illuminating the entire lake. With immense force, the silver lightning sword cleaved down onto the black flood dragon's head.

*Boom!*

Blinding silver lightning enveloped the black flood dragon's head, and a mournful roar escaped it. Soon after, the lightning dissipated, revealing the black flood dragon's head pierced through by a purple lightning sword.

The purple lightning sword was the Purple Cloud True Thunder, Wang Mengbin's unique divine ability, honed through his cultivation of the *Purple Cloud Sky Thunder Art*. As described in the cultivation method, mastering this art allows one to refine other forms of lightning for their own use.

With a flash of dark light, a miniature flood dragon emerged from the main body. It had barely flown a hundred zhang when a small, shimmering silver cauldron descended from above. It emitted a stream of silver radiance that enveloped the miniature flood dragon, before returning to Wang Mengbin's hand.

"We've finally dealt with this demon," Zhong Yunxiu said with a grateful sigh of relief. "Fellow Daoist Wang, we truly owe you for this."

"It was simply my duty," Wang Mengbin replied. "With this demon eliminated, we can proceed to the Golden Huan Divine Crystal's location. Please wait here for a moment; I'll be right back."

As Wang Mengbin finished speaking, countless silver electric arcs illuminated his body, and he vanished abruptly.

At the far end of the black lake lay an island over a hundred miles wide. The sky above the island was a perpetual grey, filled with flashes of lightning and rumbling thunder. Countless silver electric arcs tore through the firmament, a sight so numerous it made one's scalp tingle.

The Golden Huan Divine Crystal was located on the island; Wang Mengbin's task was to find it.

The moment he approached the island, a deafening roar erupted from high above, and over a dozen fist-thick silver lightning bolts tore through the sky, hurtling directly towards Wang Mengbin.

Wang Mengbin swiftly formed a spell, and dense silver electric arcs surged around him. They blurred, then solidified into a shimmering silver battle armor.

The Thunder Cloak Art, his unique divine ability, primarily served to weaken the power of lightning, enabling Wang Mengbin to absorb and refine it. The deeper his cultivation, the stronger the Thunder Cloak Art's defensive capabilities became.

The dozen-plus silver lightning bolts struck the silver armor covering Wang Mengbin, but they were absorbed as if falling into an endless sea. He remained unharmed and continued flying toward the island.

*Boom!*

This time, dozens of silver lightning bolts descended from the sky, striking Wang Mengbin once more. Every single one was absorbed by the Thunder Cloak on his body.

The closer he approached the island's center, the denser the lightning energy became. Thanks to his Thunder Cloak Art, Wang Mengbin advanced without obstruction, completely unharmed.

As he reached the island's center, an earth-shattering roar echoed, and hundreds of silver lightning bolts tore through the sky, striking at Wang Mengbin. Among them were over a dozen white lightning bolts.

Wang Mengbin's expression turned serious; the white lightning was clearly no ordinary electrical force. He dared not be careless and quickly took out a continuously shimmering purple talisman, slapping it onto himself.

A flash of purple light appeared, forming a gentle purple aura that enveloped his entire body.

This was the Purple Cloud Spirit Transformation Talisman, a top-grade fourth-tier talisman provided by the Zhong family, designed to weaken the power of lightning.

Hundreds of thick lightning bolts struck the purple aura, and Wang Mengbin's figure was engulfed by the dazzling electrical light.

Zhong Yunxiu and the others' expressions tightened. They had attempted this many times, always failing, and wondered if Wang Mengbin would succeed.

After a moment, the lightning dissipated, revealing Wang Mengbin completely unharmed.

"He succeeded!"

Zhong Yunxiu let out a long sigh of relief, her face alight with joy.

Wang Mengbin descended to the ground. Before him lay an endless, desolate mountain range, utterly barren. No more lightning descended from above. Wang Mengbin breathed a sigh of relief and strode forward.

The Zhong family only knew that the Golden Huan Divine Crystal was on this island. Its exact location, however, would still require Wang Mengbin to search for some time.