BTTH : I am Thunder Emperor

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With the departure of Elder Mu Gu and Han Feng, the grand battle between the Black Alliance and the Yuan Manor finally came to an end. 

Without its backbone, the Black Alliance crumbled under the combined assault of the Yuan Manor and Jia Nan Academy, bringing even the Heavenly Serpent Mansion to complete collapse.

The members of the Black Alliance either perished in combat or fled. Even though the Black Demon Army ceased its attacks, the morale of the Yuan Manor's troops was enough to send them into disarray. 

As for the Heavenly Serpent Mansion, Mo Yu decided to let them go out of consideration for Lü Man's past relationship. However, even with this leniency, Mo Yu made Bai Han promise that the Heavenly Serpent Mansion would no longer trouble Qing Lin. 

Faced with the overwhelming forces of the Yuan Manor and Mo Yu's mysterious strength, Bai Han could only concede.

After the fierce battle on the Northern Desert Plains concluded, the Black-Corner Region began to regain its usual calm. However, as the strongest alliance in the region, the Black Alliance faced internal discord due to disputes over interests, showing signs of disbandment.

The members of the Black Alliance, composed of powerful factions from the Black-Corner Region, were mostly of similar strength and refused to submit to one another. Previously, Han Feng's reputation and exceptional alchemy skills kept them in line. 

Now, with Han Feng gone, the Black Alliance became a leaderless mess. Everyone vied for the position of leader, but no one was willing to concede. This led to constant quarrels and even infighting, which only deepened the divisions within the alliance. Its eventual collapse became inevitable.

Although Elder Ying Shan and the Gold and Silver Elders possessed the strength to take charge, the appearance of mysterious experts during the battle on the Northern Desert Plains had sapped their courage to challenge the Yuan Manor. Consequently, they dared not step forward.

The day after Han Feng was taken away by Elder Mu Gu, Elder Ying Shan and the two elders vanished entirely, leaving the Black Alliance in chaos. With its strongest members gone, the alliance's downfall was sealed. 

Within three days, negotiations completely broke down, and the once-dominant force in the Black-Corner Region disintegrated with astonishing speed.

With the Black Alliance's collapse, Mo Yu ordered the Yuan Manor to swiftly seize its territories. In an instant, the Yuan Manor became the most prominent power in the Black-Corner Region. This battle ended in a decisive victory for the Yuan Manor!

Due to the unexpected appearance of two Dou Zun experts from Central Plains during the Northern Desert Plains battle, outsiders were left in the dark about the details. Both the Yuan Manor and Black Alliance kept the truth tightly guarded. 

To the outside world, it appeared as though the Yuan Manor had simply overpowered the Black Alliance. Han Feng's disappearance further cemented this impression.

With the Black Alliance gone, and aside from Jia Nan Academy, the Yuan Manor solidified its position as the leading force in the Black-Corner Region.

Naturally, Mo Yu had little interest in the Yuan Manor's expansion in the Black-Corner Region. After the battle, he returned to Mo City with his forces.

Back at the Yuan Manor, Mo Yu secluded himself in a chamber to heal. Though he had relied on She Lao's strength during his battle with Han Feng, he had sustained considerable injuries. 

Meanwhile, the guests from the Lei Clan were given the best accommodations, and their leader, Mang Ting, seemed indifferent to Mo Yu's focus on recovery, as long as Mo Yu remained within their grasp.

Mo Yu noticed this indifference, and a flicker of contemplation crossed his silver eyes before he entered seclusion.

The recovery process took a full seven days before Mo Yu's injuries began to heal. The intense battle against Han Feng, who wielded the Sea Heart Flame, had left his body ravaged. The destructive energy of the Heavenly Flame wreaked havoc within him, and expelling it completely was essential to avoid lasting damage.

If not for his body's repeated tempering through the Thunder Body, a lesser individual would have needed weeks to recover—or worse, been left with permanent injuries.

In the quiet chamber, the moonlight stones embedded in the walls cast a soft glow, banishing the darkness. The light illuminated Mo Yu, who sat cross-legged on the bed, meditating. His breathing was calm, maintaining a perfect rhythm. 

With each breath, faint ripples appeared in the surrounding space, drawing in a steady flow of energy from the world into his body.

The energy entered his body like a bottomless pit, showing no sign of reaching saturation. Time passed unnoticed until the pallor on Mo Yu's face faded, replaced by a healthy flush. Only then did the spatial ripples around him dissipate.

His eyelashes quivered, and Mo Yu slowly opened his eyes. Silver lightning flickered in his gaze before vanishing.

"Phew…"

A deep breath carried the remnants of the Sea Heart Flame's energy out of his chest, leaving a faint bluish hue in the air. With his injuries fully healed, Mo Yu nodded in satisfaction. However, his expression darkened as he muttered, "But She Lao's condition…"

His face turned solemn, and sadness flickered across his handsome features.

The battle on the Northern Desert Plains had forced She Lao to burn his bloodline to confront Elder Mu Gu, leaving irreversible consequences.

Mo Yu touched his beast ring, and a translucent soul appeared in the chamber.

Gazing at the weakened, unconscious She Lao, Mo Yu's silver eyes filled with guilt. Everything She Lao had done was for him. If not for his conflict with Han Feng, the Hall of Souls elder would never have come to this remote region.

She Lao had always been his source of assurance, a steadfast protector who would never allow harm to befall him. But now, She Lao's grave injuries left Mo Yu feeling lost, as if he had lost a part of himself.

This time, She Lao's condition was unlike before. In the past, his slumber resulted from depleted bloodline power and could be remedied with rare treasures. Now, his bloodline was entirely drained, his foundation nearly destroyed. Even the most precious treasures would struggle to reverse this loss.

As Mo Yu's expression grew darker, She Lao's voice suddenly broke the silence. "Kid… Why the long face?"

She Lao had awoken, his faintly smiling face looking at Mo Yu. Despite his pale complexion, he still exuded his familiar warmth.

"She Lao, you're awake!" Mo Yu was momentarily stunned but quickly overjoyed. However, his excitement turned to concern as he noticed She Lao's frail state.

She Lao chuckled weakly. "I have good news and bad news for you."

"The bad news, I know…" Mo Yu's voice faltered as his gaze darkened. "It's your current condition. But what's the good news?"

"You guessed it," She Lao replied with a bitter smile. "My bloodline power is all but gone, and my foundation is crumbling. I nearly faced soul annihilation in the battle against the Hall of Souls elder…"

Upon hearing those words, Mo Yu's expression changed drastically, and a deeper sense of guilt flashed in his silver eyes.

"At least things haven't reached the worst possible outcome," She Lao interjected, a faint smile surfacing as he observed Mo Yu's remorseful demeanor. "I didn't expect you to attract a strong expert from that clan. If I had fallen into the hands of the Hall of Souls, it would have truly been eternal damnation. This could be considered good news, no?"

Mo Yu frowned slightly, his thoughts turning to the formidable figures waiting in the guest hall outside. "To be honest, I have no idea why members of the Lei Clan would come looking for me."

"Don't worry too much about it," She Lao said, his tone thoughtful. "The Lei Clan is just like the Ling Clan pursuing me—a powerful lineage descended from Dou Di. For a proud clan among the Eight Ancient Clans, they wouldn't seek you out unless you held immense value to them. My guess is that it has something to do with the secret you're carrying."

Hearing this, Mo Yu nodded slowly; She Lao's conjecture aligned closely with his own suspicions. Glancing at the weakened figure who still cared about him despite his frailty, Mo Yu's silver eyes turned red. Clenching his fists tightly, he muttered hoarsely, "I'm sorry, She Lao..."

Mo Yu knew that She Lao's current state was a result of his decision to unite the Black-Corner Region. Had he not made that choice, She Lao's bloodline would never have been drained, leaving him in such a dire condition.

"Don't blame yourself," She Lao said with a hearty laugh, patting Mo Yu's shoulder. "After all these years, I've long since made peace with life and death."

Seeing She Lao's carefree smile, a pang of sorrow pierced Mo Yu's heart. Then, as though struck by a thought, he hurriedly asked, "She Lao, is there any way to save you?"

She Lao's brow furrowed slightly, and his expression grew heavy. After a moment, he nodded. "There is a way."

Mo Yu's face lit up with joy. "What is it? Tell me!"

Noticing Mo Yu's eagerness, She Lao smiled faintly before shaking his head. "This method is too far-fetched—nearly impossible to achieve."

"Tell me anyway, She Lao! Whether it succeeds or not, I have to try!" Mo Yu said, his silver eyes gleaming with determination.

She Lao was momentarily stunned, then patted Mo Yu's shoulder with a bitter smile. "Your intentions are appreciated, but this method truly is as hard as ascending the heavens. Unless my Seven-Winged Purple-Gold Serpent bloodline evolves into the higher Nine-Winged Purple-Gold Serpent bloodline, the damage caused by burning my bloodline cannot be repaired—not even by a Dou Sheng."

"Nine-Winged Purple-Gold Serpent..." Mo Yu murmured, his silver eyes narrowing slightly.

He recalled that in the original storyline, Cai Lin's Seven-Colored Heaven Swallowing Python bloodline could evolve into a Nine-Colored Heaven Swallowing Python. If that were possible, it wasn't inconceivable that She Lao's Seven-Winged Purple-Gold Serpent bloodline could undergo a similar evolution.

However, whether it was the Nine-Colored Heaven Swallowing Python or the Nine-Winged Purple-Gold Serpent, both were bloodlines rivaling the Ancient Void Dragon—such evolution would undoubtedly be extraordinarily difficult.

"Now you know," She Lao said, his figure growing more illusory. Waving his hand, he smiled lightly. "Do your best, Mo Yu, but don't force it."

"She Lao, take care! I will definitely find a way to evolve your bloodline into the Nine-Winged Purple-Gold Serpent!" Mo Yu knelt on one knee, his face resolute as he bowed deeply toward She Lao.

She Lao gazed at the young man with a gratified smile, his faint figure gradually dissipating into the secret chamber.

"Goodbye, little one. I hope we meet again someday..." The soft voice, tinged with hope, lingered in the air of the secret chamber, echoing for a long time.

Meanwhile, in the main hall of the Yuan Manor, a Lei Clan expert named Mang Ting stood tall. Opposite him was a white-haired elder—Su Qian, the Grand Elder.

"Mang Ting Commander, may I ask what relation you have with our Headmaster Mang Tianchi?" Su Qian inquired, his gaze thoughtful as it rested on the silver-armored figure before him.

"Oh, you mean Mang Tianchi? He's my clan uncle," Mang Ting replied flatly.

"I see..." Su Qian nodded in realization, his thoughts aligning as he glanced in the direction of Mo Yu's retreat. Frowning slightly, he asked, "What brings you and the Black Demon Army to the Black-Corner Region, Commander?"

"I am here under orders from the clan patriarch to find someone vital to the Lei Clan. As for why I've come to the Black-Corner Region, it's because I sensed traces of the Gu Clan's Black Abyss Army here by chance," Mang Ting said.

"The Gu Clan's Black Abyss Army... That must have been Ling Quan, who came to take Xun'er a year ago," Su Qian murmured, recalling the events. Then, turning back to Mang Ting, he continued, "The person you're looking for—is it Mo Yu?"

Mang Ting's brow furrowed slightly. "Grand Elder, while the Jia Nan Academy is closely tied to my clan, this matter concerns the Lei Clan's secrets. It would be best if you did not probe further."

Su Qian's expression tightened. For the Lei Clan to place such importance on Mo Yu, the young man must be of exceptional significance...

Given his connection to the academy headmaster, Su Qian was no stranger to the Ancient Eight Clans. In fact, the Lei Clan's backing was the very reason he had dared to confront Ling Quan of the Gu Clan a year prior.

After a moment of contemplation, Mang Ting spoke again. "Grand Elder, I've heard that Mo Yu is a student of the Jia Nan Academy. Could I trouble you to show me his enrollment records?"

"Mo Yu's enrollment records..." Su Qian hesitated momentarily before nodding at the Lei Clan expert's insistence. He instructed a subordinate, who promptly retrieved the materials within the hour.

"Jia Ma Empire... Wu Tan City's Xiao Clan, and Yan City's Mo Clan..." Mang Ting muttered, his thunderous eyes narrowing as he scanned the records. Dwelling on the surname "Mo," he waved a hand, summoning a few subordinates.

"You all, make haste to the Jia Ma Empire. Investigate every detail regarding the Mo Clan of Yan City and report back immediately!"

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