Qian Yan was stunned at first, then he burst into laughter:
“Junior Sister Yun, you are really dreaming. There aren’t many Thunderbolts in a year, not to mention those heavenly Thunderbolts you mentioned.”
Yun Chujiu’s heart suddenly felt cold. Didn’t this mean that she had no hope of cultivating?
She didn’t give up and said, “This is the situation here. Is it the same in the territory of the Yimo and the Beast Race? If there are heavenly Thunderbolts, it will save us a lot of trouble.”
Qian Yan laughed even harder!
“Junior Sister Yun, your idea is really novel. Unfortunately, not to mention Kun continent, even Qian Continent is the same as us. Lightning is rarely seen.
Only the unlucky ones would be struck by lightning, and usually, ordinary lightning would not kill anyone.
As for heavenly lightning, it is even rarer. It will only appear when one is undergoing tribulation or heavenly punishment.”