83: Chapter 83 Thunder Spirit!

Shi Jian stared at the purple-gold mass of Qi at the top of the tower, his limbs trembling!

So, the Opportunity was waiting for him here!

The silver electric arcs on the Yao Beast core pulsed wildly, like a beast starved for three days, instinctively wanting to pounce, tear, and devour!

Shi Jian forcibly suppressed the restlessness within his body and turned his gaze toward the stone tower itself.

The black tower body was thirty zhang tall; its runes were dim, yet spiritual power still flowed through the patterns. This was clearly not naturally formed.

In all likelihood, it was the work of that Soul Transformation Immortal Lord. It was just unexpected that after several thousand to ten thousand years, this tower was still functioning...

Shi Jian walked around the stone tower, his nostrils flaring continuously.

Something was not right.

The Lightning Spirit Qi around the tower body displayed an extremely strange flow; it was not dissipating from inside the tower, but rather continuously converging into the tower from all around...

This tower was absorbing Qi!

Just as Shi Jian approached the tower base, gradually probing...

"Get out!"

An extremely violent Divine Soul shockwave blasted out without warning!

Shi Jian's head buzzed, and he stumbled back two steps. One must know that Shi Jian's current Divine Soul strength was enough to rival the Early Stage of Golden Core.

Even with such strength, he was barely able to withstand the Divine Soul shockwave just now.

The power of thunder contained within it made his scalp tingle; this was certainly not something a Foundation Establishment could achieve—it was at least the existence of a Golden Core realm!

"Another one looking for death!"

The voice had no physical form; it exploded directly within Shi Jian's Divine Soul—irritable, furious, and carrying hatred that went deep into the bone marrow.

Shi Jian steadied his figure, his vertical pupils constricting sharply.

He saw it!

Inside the stone tower, there was actually an illusory humanoid outline, nailed firmly to the center of the tower by dozens of rune chains...

The humanoid figure was entirely composed of purple-gold lightning, standing no more than three feet tall with a blurred face; only a pair of eyes were clearly visible!

In the purple-gold pupils, there was nothing but baleful energy and despair.

This was actually a Lightning Spirit!

Moreover, it was a heaven and earth Spirit Race born from the Purple Cloud Golden Lightning Qi. The so-called Spirit Race were special lifeforms formed by the attributes of heaven and earth.

But only the Wood Demon was the most special, because plants themselves were alive.

Therefore, the Wood Demon tribe was widely considered to be part of the Yao Race rather than the Spirit Race. While the Spirit Race were few in number, each one was equivalent to a Human Race Heavenly Spiritual Root Cultivator, and there were many powerhouses within the race!

Thus, they were also a powerful ethnic group in this world.

Moreover, the Lightning Spirit before him was not formed by ordinary lightning, but born from the Purple Cloud Golden Lightning Qi; its background was terrifyingly high.

Shi Jian's bear eyes brightened for a moment, but immediately returned to calm.

A bear could be greedy, but it could not be brainless.

With this Lightning Spirit present, if he dared to make any suspicious moves, he might be blasted into fly ash by a single bolt of lightning from the other party...

"Why haven't you gotten out yet!"

The Lightning Spirit's voice exploded again, this time accompanied by a tangible attack.

A purple-gold arc of lightning shot out from within the tower, striking directly at Shi Jian's face. Clearly, this Lightning Spirit was truly enraged!

Shi Jian dodged to the side, the lightning arc grazing past his shoulder armor and smashing a three-zhang-tall boulder behind him into powder.

Very strong.

But observing its power, Shi Jian felt it seemed limited.

With a roll of his large eyes, Shi Jian associated many possibilities. This Lightning Spirit was likely trapped, and the power it could mobilize was probably less than one or two tenths of its peak period.

Otherwise, this strike would not have been as simple as splitting a rock...

"What are you?"

There was a hint of confusion in the Lightning Spirit's tone; it had sensed the fluctuation of the Yao Beast core within Shi Jian.

"Not a human?"

Shi Jian did not rush to answer, but instead sprawled carelessly on the ground, striking a pose devoid of any aggression.

"This seat is a Yao, a Black Bear."

Shi Jian's tone was very casual, trying his best to show that he had no malicious intent.

The Lightning Spirit was silent for a few breaths. In its purple-gold pupils, the baleful energy receded slightly, but the vigilance remained heavy.

"Yao? Hmph~"

"So what if you are a Yao? The armor on your body, and that scent of medicinal herbs—which of them is not a creation refined by the Human Race?"

"What?"

"Being a dog for the Human Race, and still acting so righteous—how is this any different from a human!"

If these words were said to someone else, they would likely jump in anger.

Shi Jian paused, tilted his head, and actually laughed out loud.

A bear's face didn't look very good when smiling, but that air of indifference actually made the Lightning Spirit pause in surprise.

"A lackey?"

"This Fellow Daoist, I'm afraid you've got it backwards."

Shi Jian licked his bear paw and said, "This seat keeps a tribe of humans under my command; they farm, do Alchemy, manage businesses, and run errands for me..."

"The armor was forged for me by them, and the Spirit Stones are earned for me by them."

"You tell me, who is whose lackey?"

"All I need to pay is some hypocritical care and some trivial, meaningless reputation..."

Hearing this, the Lightning Spirit fell silent again.

It had lived for who knows how many years and had seen many humans, but this was the first time it had seen a Yao Beast matter-of-factly claim to be raising a tribe of people as tools.

"What do you want to do by coming here?"

Seeing this, the Lightning Spirit's tone softened slightly, but the runes on the chains were still flowing, ready to launch a second round of attacks at any time.

Shi Jian looked up, his gaze passing over the tower body to look at the mass of Purple Cloud Golden Lightning Qi at the top.

"I want that wisp of heaven and earth qi."

"Just you?"

The Lightning Spirit let out a mocking laugh, but the laughter was full of bitterness: "You are not the first one who wants to take away the Purple Cloud Golden Lightning Qi."

"From start to finish, eleven humans have come here."

"There were Sword Cultivators who called themselves Geniuses, disciples from prestigious families who came in groups, and even Personal Disciples of a few Golden Core and Nascent Soul old monsters, bringing a pile of Magic Treasures, full of confidence."

"And then, guess what?"

"They all died!"

The Lightning Spirit said in a frenzied tone: "I would rather be sucked dry by this broken tower than let those ants of the Human Race take a single thing from me!"

Shi Jian lay on the spot, his ears twitching.

"So, this tower has been absorbing your cultivation?"

"It's none of your business."

"It is my business."

Shi Jian's voice suddenly became a bit more serious as he responded:

"You are trapped here and cannot get out."

"This tower is still absorbing your Origin, and you are weakening. At this rate, in another two or three hundred years, you won't even be able to keep your spiritual intelligence!"

Upon hearing this, the Lightning Spirit was uncharacteristically silent.

But the light on the rune chains dimmed slightly for a moment.

Clearly, it had been hit on the mark.

Shi Jian struck while the iron was hot and continued: "You killed eleven Human Race Cultivators, or Geniuses, and then what?"

"After killing them, you are still locked here, weaker day by day."

"When your spiritual intelligence dissipates, you will become a mass of ownerless lightning Qi, easily taken away by the next passing Cultivator."

"By then, you won't even have the qualification to resist."

Hearing this, the Lightning Spirit's purple-gold pupils trembled violently.

It became increasingly silent.

"Blind bear, what do you want to say?"