Thunderclouds entered directly into the endless Sea of Thunder.
Lu Xuan felt as though he had entered the Sea of Thunder himself, and with his Divine Sense, countless thunders surged like giant waves, embodying the fearsome divine might; it involuntarily bred a sense of terror deep within his spirit.
He collected his thoughts, closed his eyes tightly, and let the Green Horn Thunder Son carry him through the Sea of Thunder.
The Thunder Son was right; under such circumstances, even a Primordial Infant True Monarch could not withstand the Thunder Sea for too long.
Fortunately, the Thunder Son possessed an inheritance from its spirit, making it extremely easy to traverse through the thunder, and after an unknown period, quietness returned to their surroundings.
Lu Xuan opened his eyes and looked around.
He and the Green Horn Thunder Son were in a strange space, which occasionally shimmered with transparent ripples like water, appearing very unstable.
