Chapter 442

Chapter 442: Hidden Cultivating (Part 2)

Sky Thunder boasts a profound origin.

This lightning technique was inherited from an ancient immortal sect and was discovered by disciples of the West Sea Sect during their exploration of the Nine Dragons underground palace. It is divided into three parts: upper, middle, and lower, corresponding to the Purple Palace, Golden Core, and Yuan Ying realms.

Sky Thunder is a pure Yang lightning technique, known for its extreme power and rigidity. It is exclusively suited for Qian Cultivators and is renowned for its depth and complexity, making it exceptionally challenging to master.

After acquiring Sky Thunder, the West Sea Sect did not classify it as one of their true disciple techniques. This is why Wang Chen was able to access it in the library; otherwise, given his current status, he would never have had the opportunity to encounter such a high-level technique.

This reflects the magnanimity and vision of the first immortal sect in the Mountain-Sea Realm. In contrast, smaller sects would have guarded Sky Thunder as a closely held secret, accessible only to the Grandmaster’s direct lineage.

Wang Chen chose this technique because Sky Thunder and Five Suns Thunder are both pure Yang lightning techniques, sharing the same lineage. With his perfect mastery of Five Suns Thunder as a foundation, cultivating Sky Thunder would undoubtedly be far more efficient.

Additionally, Sky Thunder’s immense power makes it an ideal ace in the hole, perfectly aligning with Wang Chen’s needs.

However, given his root bone and comprehension, mastering such an advanced lightning technique would undoubtedly be a formidable challenge.

Fortunately, Wang Chen had another reward to rely on.

That was the opportunity to meditate in the Ancestor Hall for three days!

The Ancestor Hall is situated on Taiqing Peak.

Taiqing Peak is the highest peak in the West Sea and one of the top three peaks of the West Sea Sect, belonging to the Taiqing lineage.

As an Entry Disciple of the inner sect, Wang Chen originally lacked the privilege to ascend Taiqing Peak. However, with the Ancestor Token granted by the Sect Management Department, he was able to pass through the gates and reach the peak without hindrance.

Taiqing Peak towers three thousand zhang high, resembling a sharp sword piercing the sky above the vast island. Its upper reaches are perpetually shrouded in clouds and mist, obscuring its true form. At its summit stands the Grand Hall of Ancestors.

The West Sea Sect conducts its annual ancestor worship ceremony here.

It is said that a Nascent Soul true immortal guards Taiqing Peak, which is why Wang Chen proceeded with utmost caution.

Thankfully, his ascent was smooth, and he encountered no obstacles along the way.

After presenting the Ancestor Token, Wang Chen entered the Ancestor Hall.

He was not alone.

Accompanying him were five other inner sect disciples, all of whom were true disciples.

These true disciples were visibly astonished when they noticed the identity token hanging from Wang Chen’s waist.

Under normal circumstances, only Meridian Disciples, primarily true disciples, were granted the privilege to meditate in the Ancestor Hall.

For an Entry Disciple to gain such an opportunity was exceedingly rare!

What merit did Wang Chen possess to enter the Ancestor Hall alongside them?

Despite their surprise, none of the true disciples caused any trouble for Wang Chen—after all, true disciples were not foolish.

The Ancestor Hall of the West Sea Sect is located in the rear hall, grand in scale and layout, exuding a majestic aura. Inside, hundreds of ancestral spirit tablets are enshrined, accompanied by countless eternal lamps.

When Wang Chen first stepped into the Ancestor Hall, he felt as though he had entered a sea of stars.

The sensation was overwhelmingly profound.

Moreover, the atmosphere within the Ancestor Hall was intensely solemn, exerting an invisible oppressive force on the entering disciples.

It felt as though the departed predecessors and masters of the West Sea Sect were all watching them.

Those with weaker willpower might have crumbled under the pressure!

Wang Chen was initially struck by the overwhelming aura.

However, he quickly adjusted and chose a meditation cushion to sit on.

In contrast, two true disciples who entered the Ancestor Hall with him appeared somewhat unsettled, sweat even forming on their foreheads.

Time was precious, and Wang Chen did not want to waste a moment.

He ignored the other true disciples and deliberately selected a spot in a corner to meditate.

Closing his eyes, Wang Chen began to recite a prayer.

“Ancestors of the West Sea Sect, I, Wang Chen, sincerely seek your guidance…”

Wang Chen did not know the significance or actual effect of reciting the prayer.

But this was the procedure for meditating in the Ancestor Hall, embodying the idea of sincerity bringing spiritual awareness.

The Ancestor Hall holds a high status in the West Sea Sect, and while Wang Chen had not been an Entry Disciple for long, he had heard of its reputation.

After receiving the reward to enter for meditation, he had taken the time to learn more.

It was said that the true souls of the ancestors of the West Sea Sect existed within the Ancestor Hall, and one could even connect with the powerful beings of the upper realms.

Meditating here could potentially lead to guidance from these true souls or mighty beings!

Of course, the chances of the latter happening were extremely low.

Most importantly, entering the Ancestor Hall for meditation did not guarantee enlightenment.

That depended on one’s personal fate.

But regardless, such an opportunity was incredibly valuable; ordinary disciples could only enter the Ancestor Hall with a significant amount of contribution points.

After completing the prayer, Wang Chen began to comprehend the Sky Thunder technique.

He had not yet grasped this technique; previously, he had found it exceedingly difficult, so he decided to use the Ancestor Hall to break through.

He instantly activated the method seed, and the 3,766 true texts of the Sky Thunder’s Purple Palace chapter suddenly appeared, aligning in the Sea of Consciousness, shining brightly like stars.

Each true text contained its corresponding method. The difficulty of comprehending all 3,766 texts was immense!

This technique was truly daunting.

If Wang Chen’s root bone and understanding had not received an upgrade, even with the help of the ancestors, comprehending the Sky Thunder technique would be as impossible as a mortal ascending to the heavens.

His current level of comprehension required considerable effort.

But Wang Chen remained humble and calm, focusing on comprehending the Sky Thunder’s Purple Palace chapter, word by word, line by line.

He simultaneously compared it with the Five Suns Thunder he had mastered.

As time passed, Wang Chen completely lost himself in meditation, immersing himself wholeheartedly in the process.

Suddenly, he felt a pulse in his heart and abruptly opened his eyes.

Wang Chen was astonished to find himself on top of an exposed mountain peak.

Surrounding him, mist swirled, and dark clouds loomed overhead.

A thin, stern-looking old man in a black robe sat imposingly in front of Wang Chen, his eyes sparkling with divine light.

A Golden Core true master!

Wang Chen’s hair stood on end, and it felt as if a sharp blade was pressed against his throat, prompting an instinctual urge to flee.

The old man’s presence was overwhelmingly fierce.

And domineering!

Yet, Wang Chen forcefully suppressed his impulse, bowed, and said, “Please, senior, grant me your guidance!”

Even though the scene before him was so real that it was impossible to distinguish between reality and illusion, he did not allow his thoughts to be disturbed, understanding that what he was witnessing was the true soul of an ancestor.

This was Wang Chen’s opportunity.

If he reacted with undue surprise and lost his composure, the chance would likely slip away, wasting a precious opportunity!

Sure enough, the black-robed elder nodded and said in a husky voice, “Pay attention.”

With a gesture of his hand, without any other movement, a lightning bolt as thick as a water bucket suddenly descended from the sky, crashing down only ten steps away from them.

In the next moment, more lightning broke through the dark clouds and struck down.

Wang Chen felt as if he were a small boat in a raging sea, at risk of capsizing at any moment.

But he focused his mind and devoted himself entirely to comprehending the true meaning of the lightning technique.