The room was surrounded by deep purple thunderbolts spreading along the walls.
It was as if the space was filled with thunderbolts, exploding violently.
The three of them used spiritual energy to create a protective barrier around themselves and entered the room.
Xu Zimei looked toward the pool. Compared to the thunderbolts elsewhere in the room, those by the pool were like minor tribulations before a great calamity.
The deep purple thunderbolts were so intense they almost solidified into thunderwater, with innumerable bolts seemingly alive, evolving into any form of life within this Thunder Pond.
Sometimes they became silver-white dragons, at other times, they transformed into purple fish leaping over the dragon gate, and sometimes they were behemoths roaring up at the sky.
This Thunder Pond spanned several dozen square meters, enacting all of creation within it.
"Shuang'er, it's up to you," Qin Feng looked deeply at Qin Shuang before turning to leave the room.
