Apotheosis

Elizabeth lay on the ground and stared at the gradually brightening Magical Thunder Slave. Her face darkened with despair.

Not long ago, she had contacted the Element Spirit race, and conferred with Micah and the others in Stage Thirty-two.

The Element Spirit race, still regarding the "losers" of the Sun Crow race as their allies, had not been on guard against them.

How could her secret have been exposed as soon as she entered the ice castle?

At this point, however, the reason hardly mattered.

The fact was that Elizabeth was no match for the Magical Thunder Slave. Indeed, after fending off his first two attacks, she was already exhausted. She was certain that she couldn't withstand the next one.

At that moment, unbidden, the thought of Zen came into Elizabeth's mind.

Zen and Libby were hiding not far away, and she hoped dearly that the Magical Thunder Slave and the Chill Ice Slaves would not be able to find them.

A crash of thunder was heard in the air.

The Magical Thunder Slave rushed towards Elizabeth, launching his next attack. She waited helplessly for the onslaught.

But as the lightning approached Elizabeth, a figure darted forward from the side.

It was Zen.

Elizabeth had led them competently and cautiously through the upper ice field.

Moreover, she had been calm and confident as she entered the ice castle, so Zen had believed that she would pass through safely.

To his surprise, not long after she entered the ice castle, she had been chased out.

Zen and Libby were crouched together in an ice pit, concealing themselves. At the unmistakable sound of thunder and battle, Zen had warily poked his head out of the ice pit, determined to see what was happening. He'd seen and understood Elizabeth's plight, and immediately jumped out of the pit to aid her.

Libby tried to stop him, but Zen went anyway.

Libby sighed. It was already a risk for them to sneak through the Blooming Jade Stage!

Now that Zen had revealed himself, they wouldn't be able to hide any longer.

Zen moved with such speed that the air whistled past him.

He reached out and tried to grasp the lightning as it struck at Elizabeth.

To his astonishment, he found that it was the real body of the Magical Thunder Slave, which writhed like a lightning snake most of the time.

"So, you dare to try and catch me!"

The Magical Thunder Slave spoke in a sneering voice, but he was also caught by surprise at how Zen had seemingly rushed out of nowhere.

Moreover, Zen had appeared with a physical body, and the Magical Thunder Slave wondered to which race he belonged. Who would dare to help Elizabeth in the Blooming Jade Stage?

The Magical Thunder Slave hesitated for a moment before realizing that he

7th civilization hadn't been destroyed. All the human masters, including the Primeval Lord of Heaven, didn't dare to return to the Other Shore.

The Primeval Lord of Heaven was forced into seclusion in the chaos for a long while before he finally created the Imprisoning Lightning and led the human masters back to the Other Shore.

The Imprisoning Lightning was not intended to destroy thunder. Instead, it acted to infuse another unique energy into the electric force of thunder.

When the Imprisoning Lightning merged with the thunder, the thunder would be converted into another form.

After the Primeval Lord of Heaven released the purple light of the Imprisoning Lightning, the lightning that covered the entire plain turned into grayish brown objects that fell onto the ground. The Heavenly Thunder Plain, which had been rumbling for billions of years, became quiet for perhaps the first time in known history.

Now, the Imprisoning Lightning that had silenced the lightning of the Heavenly Thunder Plain also had an astounding effect on the Magical Thunder Slave.

The purple light was not released by the Civilization Artifact—it was the Primeval Lord of Heaven's own theurgy.

The Primeval Lord of Heaven in Zen's body was just an energy soul, so he could only release the Imprisoning Lightning at a very close range. In this case, Zen had needed to get as close as possible to the Magical Thunder Slave to ensure the effectiveness of the attack.

The purple light flashed as it was emitted from Zen's hands, continuing to pass through the lightning body of the Magical Thunder Slave.

To his horror, the Magical Thunder Slave realized that his range of movement was becoming more and more limited as his body turned into a solid grayish-brown substance. He felt stiff, almost as though he had been paralyzed.