On Star Island, the trapped people were still attempting to seek the almost impossible dream as usual.
While Jian Wushuang was fully concentrating on his cultivation.
In a blink of an eye, it's been two years since he came to Star Island.
In the palace of Yin Thunder, Jian Wushuang was sitting quietly in the midst of the endless, dark Thunder Sea absorbing the power of Thunderbolt around. He immediately looked up with a jerk as an unprecedented sharp light radiated from his eyes.
The sharp light was brightly like a Thunderbolt.
"I made it! Divine Yin Thunder."
His face lit up with ecstacy. The power of Thunderbolt in his body was defensively fragile at the very beginning, but it gradually grew into a pitch-black and terribly powerful divine thunder.
The divine thunder was exactly Divine Yin Thunder.
The level of Divine Yin Thunder was extremely high.
And it was hard to cultivate it.