Chapter 159: Fragment

If a powerhouse of the Second Step's Jingnie Stage is refined into an Immortal Puppet, their strength will only be even greater.

Moreover, even if he doesn't use this Immortal Puppet himself, leaving it for those close to him to use as a protective trump card would be very good.

Chu Yuan calculated silently in his mind, but his gaze had already moved away from that newly made Immortal Puppet, falling once more upon that silver Lightning Galaxy.

This Lightning Galaxy was also an Opportunity.

Condensing the Thunder Source, which actually contained Origin Power, could also slightly increase the power of the Dao of Thunder, which was of great benefit to those who Cultivate Thunder-based Divine Abilities.

According to Yin Jiuyou's memory, this Lightning Galaxy was a unique natural phenomenon of the Zhaohe Star System. Rumor had it that it might be connected to the ancient Lightning Immortal Realm, and was a remnant that had leaked out after the Lightning Immortal Realm shattered.

It occasionally appeared in this Star Domain, sometimes lasting for several days, and sometimes dissipating without a trace in just half a day.

There were also those who had found Immortal Treasures and Immortal methods within this galaxy, though most of the time they returned empty-handed.

But even if they only condensed the Thunder Sources within it, they could still reap many benefits.

Chu Yuan thought no more, raising his hand to form hand seals.

The Immortal Formation Yin Jiuyou had used just now emerged once again. However, this time, the scale of the Formation was several times larger than when he had used it, and its numbers instantly filled the entire Void Realm, reaching as many as a thousand.

Formation runes flowed and spiritual light interwove, like an invisible giant net, enveloping that Lightning Galaxy within it.

“Thunder Source, refine!”

Chu Yuan gave a low shout, and the hand seal in his hands changed.

In an instant, countless silver lightning bolts peeled away from the galaxy, converging toward those Immortal Formations like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea.

The lightning surged and compressed within the Formations, turning into fist-sized silver-white Thunder Sources, densely packed and floating in the Void Realm.

In just a moment, Chu Yuan was surrounded by thousands of Thunder Sources. The silver-white light enveloped his entire being, casting flickering shadows across his face.

That Lightning Galaxy also became slightly thinner, but only slightly. After all, this river of lightning was vast, and the Thunder Sources contained within it should be far more than this; even nearly ten thousand would likely be no problem.

Just as Chu Yuan was about to continue condensing them, his brow suddenly twitched.

His Divine Sense caught a faint aura coming from the depths of the galaxy. It was faint and fleeting, yet it carried a texture completely different from the lightning.

It was the aura of an Immortal Treasure.

His figure vanished instantly, and when he reappeared, he was already at a certain spot in the galaxy.

He raised his hand and made a grasping motion. His spiritual energy transformed into an invisible giant hand, reaching into the lightning and clenching hard.

A sharp sword was forcibly dragged out of the silver lightning. The blade was slender and entirely silver-white, with faint thunder runes flowing on the edge. Its quality was average, and it could only be considered an ordinary Immortal Treasure, but it was better than nothing.

Chu Yuan casually swept it into his Storage Pouch. Just as he was about to continue condensing Thunder Sources, his gaze paused slightly.

He noticed that the front end of the Lightning Galaxy was already beginning to gradually dissipate.

The silver lightning was like melting snow, silently sinking into the Void Realm.

The speed of dissipation was not fast, but not slow either. According to this trend, it wouldn't be long before the entire galaxy vanished completely.

This galaxy was like water without a source, merely flowing through the Star Domain.

Once it finished flowing through this place, it would hide in the Void Realm once more, and who knew when it would appear next.

How long it could stay here now was entirely up to heaven's will.

Chu Yuan withdrew his gaze. No longer hesitating, the hand seals in his hands changed once more.

A thousand Immortal Formations operated simultaneously, tightly enveloping the Lightning Galaxy like a greedy beast, frantically absorbing the power of lightning within it.

One after another, Thunder Sources condensed in the Formations and flew toward Chu Yuan, like a hundred rivers returning to the sea in an endless stream.

He had to collect as many Thunder Sources as possible before the galaxy dissipated.

Just as Chu Yuan was busy collecting Thunder Sources, an imperceptible ripple spread through the distant Void Realm. A figure in green stepped slowly out of the ripples, his hair and beard completely white, his face lean and elegant, his eyes deep as an ancient pool.

It was none other than the Qingyue Ancestor.

As soon as he appeared, his gaze fell upon the Disciples trapped in the Thunder Prison.

His brow furrowed slightly as he recognized the origin of this Thunder Prison—Yin Jiuyou's method.

With a flick of his finger, dozens of streaks of green spiritual light shot out, landing precisely upon each of the Thunder Prisons.

The moment the spiritual light touched the Thunder Prisons, the purple lightning chains melted and collapsed silently, like frost under a blazing sun, dispersing into specks of thunder light in the Void Realm.

The imprisoned Disciples were freed one after another.

Seeing this, Cheng Yu quickly stepped forward, bowing in salute, his tone respectful: "Thank you, Old Ancestor, for saving us."

The Qingyue Ancestor nodded, his gaze passing over the crowd to land on that distant stretch of the Void Realm.

There, a thousand Immortal Formations were operating simultaneously, their spiritual light interwoven like a net, tightly enveloping the entire Lightning Galaxy.

Streaks of silver lightning were peeled away from the galaxy, as if drawn by an invisible hand, converging into fist-sized Thunder Sources that flew toward the black-robed figure in the center of the Formations.

The Qingyue Ancestor's pupils contracted slightly.

Hundreds of years ago, he had seen a Kuinie Stage powerhouse take action to extract Thunder Sources. At that time, that powerhouse had only activated ninety-nine Immortal Formations, yet it had already left everyone present in awe.

Yet the black-robed man before him was actually activating a thousand Immortal Formations at the same time, and looking at his calm and unhurried posture, he was clearly far from his limit.

This person's cultivation was at least above the Kuinie Stage.

The Qingyue Ancestor remained silent for a moment, a trace of understanding flashing in his eyes.

He withdrew his gaze and stopped looking at that stretch of the Void Realm, turning instead to sweep his eyes over the crowd behind him. "Where did that fellow Yin Jiuyou go?"

Cheng Yu cupped his hands and said, "Old Ancestor, we were all trapped at the very first exchange, so we do not know where he went."

The Qingyue Ancestor shook his head. "Forget it, forget it. Since he did not take your lives, I cannot be bothered to go looking for trouble with him."

In the Qingyue Ancestor's view, Yin Jiuyou's strength was roughly on par with his own. If they were to fight, the outcome would be hard to predict.

He did not know that Yin Jiuyou had already been refined into an Immortal Puppet by Chu Yuan and would never appear before him again.

Above, time flowed second by second. A thousand Immortal Formations operated frantically like greedy beasts, peeling away and devouring every single trace of the Lightning Galaxy's thunder power without leaving a shred behind.

Finally, the last trace of silver thunder light also sank into the Immortal Formations, condensing into a fist-sized Thunder Source that flew toward Chu Yuan's palm.

That Lightning Galaxy spanning tens of thousands of miles completely dissipated, and the Void Realm returned to its previous state, with only the residual thunder light still crackling in the air like an echoing sigh.

Chu Yuan slowly withdrew his hand, the sky full of Thunder Sources dancing in his palm.

With a casual clench of his hand, nearly ten thousand Thunder Sources vanished entirely into his sleeves.

Seeing Chu Yuan finish collecting the Thunder Sources, the Qingyue Ancestor took a step forward and bowed in salute, his tone respectful yet measured: "I am Tianyue, the ancestor of the Qingyue Sect. Greetings, Senior."

Chu Yuan turned his head and nodded slightly in response.

Just as he was about to turn and leave, his brow suddenly twitched as if he had sensed something.

He raised his hand and made a grasping motion. Tianyue's Storage Pouch shook slightly, and a palm-sized fragment flew out from it, transforming into a streak of light and falling into Chu Yuan's palm.