"Thunder Emperor's native soil, here I come!"
Shui Jing excitedly walked forward, with lightning striking his Crystal Garb and making sizzling sounds.
But he couldn't care less at this moment.
In a sense, Thunder Emperor's native soil is one of the foundations of the Way of Thunder.
If he could take it back to the Waterway Imperial Court, he would certainly qualify to advance to the rank of Saint Heir.
His eyes filled with anticipation, he rushed forward briskly.
Suddenly, the blue lightning around was so intense that he completely failed to see what was underfoot, and then he felt empty space below!
He plummeted down!
Bang!
"What the heck?!"
Shui Jing crashed into a pit and clumsily climbed up, instantly furious, he cursed:
"Damn it, who the heck is so wicked to dig such a huge pit here..."
He raised his eyes and grew even more desperate, damn... this pit, it's so deep.
It was more than ten meters deep!
