Stronger with More Jobs-Chapter 344 - 202: If One Day All the Gods Descend, What Will You Do? (Update 5/5 – 20,000 Words)

Chapter 344: Chapter 202: If One Day All the Gods Descend, What Will You Do? (Update 5/5 – 20,000 Words)

Time, in the cycle of chaos in the "Abyss" and rejuvenation at the stronghold.

Silently slips away.

The second day.

Fang Qingyu and a few others ventured into the core of the Thunderstorm Cloud Sea for the second time.

The purple thunderstorm wall surged like boiling water, and massive, stark white lightning columns descended like spears thrown by gods, tearing through the dense fog without pattern, striking the ground, leaving behind charred craters and flowing lava.

The omnipresent violent charge in the air made hair stand on end, and skin experienced constant pinprick-like numbness.

According to plan, the five of them struggled to reach the predetermined recess of scorched rock for lightning protection.

Chu Kuanglan and Lu Jiuyuan immediately began setting up anti-lightning devices.

Fang Qingyu coordinated from the center, with his vision fully opened, accurately targeting and eliminating the Life Ghosts disturbed by the Thunder or lurking nearby.

Wei Banmeng and Jiang Wei were responsible for guard and energy monitoring.

"Damn! Are the Thunder God and Thunder Mother celebrating the New Year with firecrackers here?!"

Just after Chu Kuanglan set up a bone stake, a huge lightning column struck a hundred meters away, causing his Qi Blood to churn, and he couldn’t help but curse.

The booming thunder was an eternal background sound, with nerves constantly tense.

For two days and nights, besides the brief, rotating guard shifts for rest, the five almost continuously contended with the harsh environment and sporadic attacks from Life Ghosts.

The consumption speed of the materials carried far exceeded expectations.

Finally, on the third day at dawn, when an all-encompassing, dense thunderstorm left their heads ringing.

Having nearly exhausted all lightning protection supplies.

Fang Qingyu decisively ordered a retreat.

However, after a night’s rest at the stronghold outside.

They regrouped with renewed vigor.

Entering for the third time.

With the experience from the first two attempts, preparations were better, and the route was more familiar.

The speed at which they reached the lightning protection bay increased significantly.

This time, they even discovered a rudimentary campsite left by predecessors nearby, almost buried by thunder fire lava, with only a few charred skeletons and damaged equipment remaining inside.

The five silently reinforced the defenses there as a backup stronghold.

Holding the position remained difficult.

The power of the Thunder seemed to continuously increase with the extended stay in the core.

Everywhere, static interference disrupted the flow of Qi Blood, and the cold, damp air within the thick fog incessantly corroded the Qi Blood like maggots in the bones.

Jiang Wei’s warnings became more frequent.

On the afternoon of the third day in the cloud sea,

an unanticipated thunderstorm hurricane swept through the core area, with the purple cloudy wall pressing down like a massive wave, its terrifying suction and destructive spherical lightning bringing the five into dire straits.

Chu Kuanglan withstood a stray electric current to protect Jiang Wei, paralyzing half his body.

Fang Qingyu made a decisive decision, using Dragon Sparrow to open the way, tearing a path through with Tribulation Fire Qi, as the five scrambled back to the stronghold with injuries.

The fourth time, the fifth time...

Each entry was like a journey through purgatory.

They grew familiar with the "temperament" of the Thunder, devising more effective meditation and breathing techniques to resist spiritual shocks, and handled Life Ghosts’ harassment with more composure.

Yet their goal... the Thunder Source Material tide, remained elusive.

Time cycled endlessly between tedious guarding, intense combat, and desperate retreats.

And so a month passed quietly.

...

Federation Capital.

Pocket World Blessed Land in the Dragon Abyss Pavilion, training ground.

Soft light poured through the simulated sky, with fresh air and abundant Spiritual Energy.

Compared to the violent dead silence inside the "Abyss", this place seemed like paradise.

In a corner of the field, Fang Qingyu sat cross-legged, eyes slightly closed.

He held a pigeon-egg-sized, entirely crimson Qi Blood Crystal, exuding astonishing heat, at the Profound Level, in his mouth.

As the Red Bright Nine Revolutions Tribulation Jade Scripture · Third Turn operated at full force, the Qi Blood Crystal visibly shrank and dulled.

The surge of magma-like Qi Blood essence was forcibly extracted and refined.

It merged into the torrent of Qi Blood surging throughout Fang Qingyu’s body.

Buzz... buzz...

A low buzzing sounded from within Fang Qingyu, as if a massive furnace roared within his organs.

His exposed skin, at this moment, showed an exquisite jade-like luster, with an inner crimson glow faintly visible, displaying an extraordinary color.

The air surrounding him slightly warped due to the high temperature.

A wave of scorching air gradually spread from Fang Qingyu, causing Chu Kuanglan and Lu Jiuyuan nearby to feel their skin heating.

"God Fang’s Qi Blood Technique... it’s terrifying,"

Chu Kuanglan wiped sweat from his forehead, saying in a muffled voice to Wei Banmeng beside him, "That noise, it’s like there’s a volcano hidden in his body!"

Lu Jiuyuan also watched with a grave expression, speaking in a low voice, "Junior Sister Wei, God Fang... is he an Inheritor? The grade and power of this Qi Blood Technique are nothing ordinary."

Wei Banmeng, with her aloof gaze fixed on the increasingly thick and substantial crimson Qi aura around Fang Qingyu, nodded slowly, "Yes, that’s right."

Chu Kuanglan clicked his tongue, face full of awe and curiosity, "Wow... I wonder what kind of prominent figure God Fang’s ancestors were to pass down such formidable Qi Blood Dharma Gate! If it were my family’s heritage, my dad would cheerfully renovate the ancestral hall three times!"

Just as Chu Kuanglan’s words fell.

Bang!

The deep roar from the furnace within Fang Qingyu suddenly rose sharply, like a volcano repressed to its limit finally finding a vent!

A wave of red aura, far more intense and violent than before, exploded!

Like an invisible fiery shockwave, it swept through the space dozens of meters around in an instant!

The specially designed ground of the training ground emitted creaking sounds under the strain, and the air burned with explosive pops!

Chu Kuanglan and Lu Jiuyuan were forced back several steps by the sudden heat wave, their faces filled with astonishment.

Wei Banmeng instinctively grasped the sword handle of the Profound Qilin Blade, her gaze sharp.