This bead was exuding a terrifying aura.
The thunderbolt was pervasive within it, as if all the thunderbolts in the world originated from this purple bead.
It hovered in mid-air, its surface crackling with electricity and thunder, the oppressive feeling it gave was immensely strong.
At this moment, the purple bead seemed to be sealed, floating in mid-air, wrapped in chains of purple iron.
These chains controlled it, trapping the purple bead here, unable to leave.
A purplish light radiated from it, enveloping two giant winged dragons within it.
"What is this thing?" Qin Shuang exclaimed.
"Don’t talk," Xu Zimei said.
However, the conversation between the two eventually disturbed the slumbering winged dragons.
This place was indeed too silent, every minor sound of wind blowing or grass stirring seemed out of place.
When the two winged dragons awoke, they fixed their oppressive gaze upon the two ants before them.
Exhaling dragon breath from their nostrils, they stood nearly a hundred meters tall, with a pair of wings that blotted out the sky, flapping vigorously.
What was more terrifying was that their bodies were wrapped in lightning, as if the Thunder God himself had descended, causing the entire surroundings to tremble.
"How can there be such monsters in my family’s Forbidden Land," Qin Shuang said, frightened, quickly gripping Xu Zimei’s arm.
"How should I know," Xu Zimei laughed.
"Keep quiet," Seeing the two winged dragons becoming increasingly agitated, a hoarse voice suddenly sounded.
Immediately after, the purple bead morphed to reveal the face of an old man.
The old man had white hair and beard, looking kindly and benign, with a very amiable appearance.
"Little ones, don’t be afraid," the elder chuckled.
"It has consciousness already, truly unimaginable," Xu Zimei murmured internally.
"They are my pets, they won’t hurt people arbitrarily," the old man said with a smile.
"Who are you? Why are you in my family’s Forbidden Land?" Qin Shuang asked somewhat nervously.
"Your family?" The old man was startled, then quickly caught on.
He said, "You must be a descendant of King Qin."
"You knew my ancestor?" Qin Shuang nodded and replied.
"An old acquaintance. Back when Qin City faced a great calamity, at the invitation of King Qin, I too came to assist your Qin City," the elderly man sighed.
"Sadly, the calamity was too powerful, and I ultimately perished within it."
"Then sir, what about you now?" Qin Shuang asked, puzzled.
"I am now in the form of a Spiritual Body, over these millions of years, I have slowly adjusted," the old man explained.
"So sir, are you trapped now?" Qin Shuang asked.
"Hmm, when King Qin sealed this place, he didn’t know that my Spiritual Body was still alive, thus I was sealed alongside," the old man said amiably.
"Don’t worry about it, as long as the people of Qin City are safe, it was worth it."
Qin Shuang wanted to say more, but was interrupted by Xu Zimei.
"Senior, we won’t disturb you any further," Xu Zimei, looking at Qin Shuang’s hand, began to walk back through the passage they had come from.
"Hey, wait a moment," the old man seemed rather anxious, hurriedly calling out.
"Do you have something else to say, senior?" Xu Zimei asked.
"I’ve been here so long, so lonely, it’s rare to have visitors; can you two little ones keep me company and talk for a while?" the old man sighed.
"After all, I sacrificed myself for your Qin City."
"Oh, is that so? Well, what would you like to talk about?" Xu Zimei asked.
"It’s just the two of you that came to Thundercloud Cave?" the old man continued to inquire.
"Just the two of us," Xu Zimei nodded.
"Do you all wish to become peerless geniuses?" the old man inquired.
"Back when I was alive, I was an existence who could rival your ancestors.
If you are willing, you can take me as your master. I am willing to pass on all that I have learned in my lifetime to you," he offered.
Hearing the old man’s words, Xu Zimei knew the truth and just smiled.
Qin Shuang, unable to cultivate, was also not particularly interested.
Seeing the expressions on their faces, the old man was also taken aback.
This wasn’t the reaction he had expected. Weren’t they supposed to kneel and worship him immediately?
Do young people of today really hold no regard for the inheritance of the strong?
The next moment, thunderbolt light flickered all around. At the focal point where the thunderbolt gathered, a longsword imbued with thunderbolt power materialized.
"Our meeting is also a kind of fate," the old man said.
"This Thunderbolt Sword has accompanied me throughout my campaigns. I do not wish for it to gather dust in this place now, so I will give it to you."
"Come and take it yourselves."
"Elder, are you having fun?" Xu Zimei asked with a smile.
"Boy, what do you mean? Could it be that I, the exalted Thunderbolt Divine King, would deceive you?" the old man said lightly.
"Yet another Thunderbolt Divine King appears. Your acting skills are poor; I suggest taking lessons from Xiao Guizi if you get the chance," Xu Zimei said, shaking his head.
"What are you talking about, boy?" The old man slightly narrowed his eyes as he responded.
"This Heavenly Thunder Pearl of yours is indeed extraordinary. To think that it developed its own consciousness during the long years of being sealed," Xu Zimei clicked his tongue in amazement.
He said, "Interesting."
Upon hearing Xu Zimei’s words, the old man’s complexion changed.
Staring intently at Xu Zimei, he said, "You know."
"Otherwise, why would we have come for you? Why else would we come to Thundercloud Cave?" Xu Zimei said with a laugh.
"Why didn’t you say so earlier?" the old man demanded.
"Because I find you amusing," Xu Zimei replied with a laugh.
As the old man’s furious shout echoed, the Thunder Dragons on both sides roared furiously and charged toward Xu Zimei and his companion.
"Fall back behind me," Xu Zimei instructed Qin Shuang.
With a single punch each, he sent the two Winged Dragons flying away.
As the Winged Dragons got back on their feet, a series of dragon roars filled the air. They opened their mouths, and clusters of thunderbolt energy formed, launching directly at Xu Zimei.
"Your training of these Winged Dragons is still lacking," Xu Zimei said with a smile.
In a flash, he appeared behind the Winged Dragons.
Grabbing the legs of the Winged Dragons with both hands, Xu Zimei, who seemed frail, lifted them up.
He then violently smashed them against the walls on both sides.
Loud booming explosions erupted continuously all around.
The entire cave trembled with falling rocks and fissures in the ground as if it were about to collapse.
After repeating this dozens of times, when Xu Zimei finally flung the Winged Dragons away,
they lay on the ground, their flesh blurred and disfigured, the thunderbolt energy around them gone, with only faint sparks crackling.
These Winged Dragons must have been a mutation of some creature. The Thundercloud Pearl that nurtured them for so many years probably wanted them to protect it.
After all, being sealed, it had almost no attack power.
"What exactly is going on here?" Qin Shuang at the side still hadn’t recovered.
"Haven’t you figured it out yet? It’s the ringleader that your ancestors sealed here all those years ago," Xu Zimei explained.
"One of the Five Spirit Beads, the Heavenly Thunder Pearl."