Ye Qinghan had obtained a wondrous book from the dynasty’s secret treasury and had long since become proficient in its cultivation.
Though he couldn’t see Lin Hao’s subtle movements, he possessed a terrifying Spiritual Sense, and the power Lin Hao exuded was so immense it was unnerving.
For Lin Hao, lasting thirty minutes in that lightning would be no trouble at all.
"Fourth Brother, don’t forget—once he lasts a quarter-hour in the lightning, the Gate of Thunder will open," the Fifth Prince said, his voice laced with resentment.
The so-called Gate of Thunder was the portal connecting the Li Long Dynasty to the outside world. Only by passing through it was one qualified to enter the Li Long Dynasty.
Or perhaps, only those who passed through the Gate of Thunder were even worthy of existing within the Li Long Dynasty.
Before the Dragon Transformation Ancient Realm had opened, countless prodigies had stumbled upon the Li Long Dynasty by chance, but exceedingly few were able to pass through the Gate of Thunder.
Of course, the might of the lightning back then was nowhere near as terrifying as it was now.
Its terrifying power was proportional to the world it occupied.
The Fourth Prince, Di Lintian, froze for a moment before sneering, "Even if the Gate of Thunder opens, that doesn’t mean he can actually enter."
"Fourth Brother, don’t do anything reckless. Anyone capable of opening the Gate of Thunder is someone our Li Long Dynasty needs." The Third Prince, knowing what Di Lintian was planning, quickly tried to stop him.
"Third Brother, far too many so-called geniuses have passed through the Gate of Thunder. And what’s the result? They can’t even defeat a bastard born from a palace maid." Di Lintian chuckled dismissively, his words dripping with contempt.
’Three thousand seven hundred and two.’ Ye Qinghan silently counted in his mind, his demeanor utterly tranquil.
His hatred was buried deep in his heart. Otherwise, he never would have survived this long.
Just then, Ye Qinghan looked up slightly.
As for the four other princes, their gazes were already fixed upon the void.
Within the vision, a Gate of Thunder was slowly creaking open.
Lin Hao had lasted a quarter-hour in the lightning.
"He actually managed to last a quarter-hour. In that case, I’d like to see what choice he makes." Murderous intent was already surging in Di Lintian’s eyes.
At the same time, a Gate of Thunder, identical to the one in the vision of the void, materialized within his eyes.
This Gate of Thunder was even more terrifying than the one in the vision, with fearsome bolts of electricity pulsing within.
In the void, Lin Hao also saw the Gate of Thunder that had suddenly appeared.
Through the Gate of Thunder, Lin Hao could see a majestic imperial city—the true heart of the Li Long Dynasty.
But Lin Hao only spared it a single glance before looking away. He stood his ground, unmoving.
In the last quarter-hour, he had absorbed an unimaginable amount of lightning, converting it into energy. If he weren’t forcefully suppressing it now, his cultivation would have already ascended to the Third Layer of the Yin-Yang Realm.
Lin Hao had no intention of letting such a prime opportunity slip by.
As long as the lightning persisted, Lin Hao would naturally continue to absorb and devour it.
As for whether the Gate of Thunder would close or disappear—that had nothing to do with Lin Hao.
Right now, Lin Hao’s thinking was simple: as long as the lightning raged, his devouring would not cease.
"The Gate of Thunder opened, and yet he doesn’t enter. I’d like to see if he can become one of those eleven!" The vision in Di Lintian’s eyes vanished, and the sneer returned to his face.
The time it takes an incense stick to burn passed, and the Gate of Thunder had long since closed and vanished.
Lin Hao staggered through the lightning, coughing up blood time and time again, appearing to be in constant peril.
"Alas, he’s quite impressive, but sadly, too arrogant. From the looks of it, another thirty minutes will be his absolute limit."
"I, for one, would like to fight him. Everyone says he has the Harmony Dominator Body, a constitution that surpasses all others. I’d love to show him the power of the Divine Emperor Body." This was the Sixth Prince speaking.
"The world is full of fools who spread rumors, believing an Overlord Body must be superior to an Emperor Body. They have no idea that divine blood flows through our veins." Di Lintian shook his head, wearing an expression of peerless loneliness.
As he spoke of the divine bloodline, his entire demeanor became exalted, radiating an unparalleled sense of pride.
Hearing this, a flicker of mockery appeared in Ye Qinghan’s eyes. ’These fools. So high and mighty, looking down on everyone. They haven’t even noticed that none of them can see through Lin Hao’s Cultivation Realm.’
’If Lin Hao merely possessed the Harmony Dominator Body, this shouldn’t be happening.’
’But now it has, which means Lin Hao’s bloodline and constitution are not limited to just the Harmony Dominator Body.’
"The time it takes to drink a cup of tea has passed... could he really..." Just then, Di Lintian spoke up.
As he spoke, his eyes became incredibly brilliant, with flashes of purple light glinting within them.
In an instant, he shot to his feet, his expression furious. "Damn it! How dare you deceive me! You’ve been hiding your true strength all along!"
As he spoke, Di Lintian pointed a finger.
In the void where Lin Hao stood, a bolt of electricity as thick as a dragon-serpent suddenly descended.
For Lin Hao, the bolt of electricity came far too suddenly.
The moment it appeared, Lin Hao felt as if his very body was being torn asunder.
And this was before it had even reached his body.
The bolt of electricity’s divine might was world-shaking; Lin Hao could even sense a formidable power within it.
This power surpassed the force of a martial domain, yet it was not the power of martial law. It was strange, mysterious, and potent.
’If I could just devour this power...’
The moment the thought occurred, Lin Hao sprang into action.
Just as he had with the strange light before, Lin Hao reached out to grab the bolt of electricity.
"Foolish!"
Di Lintian spat out a single word upon seeing this.
This was an innate talent that came with the divine bloodline, possessing world-destroying power. Though he hadn’t used his full strength, even a Martial Artist at the peak of the Third Layer of the Yin-Yang Realm would be severely injured if they tried to block it with all their might.
This guy grabbing it with his bare hands was simply courting death.
"He was on the verge of becoming the eleventh, yet he just had to offend Fourth Brother, forcing him to use his Innate Divine Technique. How in the world did a guy like that even cultivate to the Yin-Yang Realm?" the Sixth Prince mused, shaking his head as he watched Lin Hao.
The Fifth Prince, though silent, also shook his head.
Only the Third Prince stared at Lin Hao, sensing that something was amiss.
Not far away stood Ye Qinghan, the light in his eyes growing ever more fervent.
Just then, Lin Hao’s hand closed around the dragon-serpent bolt of electricity.
BOOM!
Lin Hao was sent flying.
"Pathetic and weak, a fool who overestimates his own strength," Di Lintian sneered.
But in the next moment, it was as if an invisible hand had seized him by the throat. The smile on his face froze instantly.
Lin Hao staggered to his feet again, a strange smile playing on his lips.
To Di Lintian, that smile was a merciless taunt.
At that, Di Lintian flew into a complete rage.
An invisible pressure began to emanate from his body.
In the void where Lin Hao stood, everything came to a standstill.
Lin Hao looked up into the void, an unprecedented sense of oppression welling up within him.
The void was brewing a death blow!
The joy from having just absorbed the dragon-serpent electricity was instantly washed away by this sensation.
Just then, the Third Prince’s eyes flew wide, as if he had just witnessed something incredible.