Chapter 340

And at this very moment.

A flash of inspiration seemed to pass through his mind.

"Sound speed and light speed, the lightning just now..."

Shen Lian turned his head, gazing at the scene of lightning and thunder in the sky.

His mind trembled violently.

The speed of light surpassed sound.

And the lightning just now...

Isn't it the best embodiment of light?

"If I use lightning as a carrier to transmit sound..."

Shen Lian couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

In the torrential rain, his breathing became rapid.

This must be feasible.

Because the phenomenon in nature has already confirmed the feasibility of this matter!

This matter seemed to open a brand new door for him.

After returning to his residence.

He hurriedly recorded this conjecture of his.

Every day thereafter, he constantly perfected this conjecture.

"Wanting to use lightning as a carrier for sound is definitely unrealistic; lightning is hard to come by and extremely difficult to popularize."

"Then can I find a way... to store the lightning and use it to transmit sound?"

"But what thing can store lightning?"

Shen Lian pondered deeply.

And began to turn his research direction towards how to store lightning.

And after his surrounding cultivator companions learned of his idea...

They all began to ridicule him for being obsessed.

To think he would attempt to store lightning!

Even more, no one believed he could solve the problem of thousand-mile voice transmission.

Gradually.

Throughout Southern City, it was heard that there was such a weirdo named Shen Lian among the cultivators.

To think he would attempt to capture lightning, store it, and use it to transmit sound!

……

Great Yan Calendar Year 78.

This year.

Shen Lian ignored the cold ridicule of others.

Instead, he followed the path he chose and walked firmly forward.

He tried various materials.

Finally...

Found a material called tinfoil.

He combined these materials and loaded them on the inside and outside of a glass bottle.

"After a year of observation, lightning can move, and it can also not move; when it moves, it can be transmitted through many items, and when it doesn't move... it can be preserved!"

Shen Lian looked at the glass bottle he made in his hand, his mood becoming more and more excited.

This was the principle of the bottle he made.

"Locking" the lightning inside.

So that it would not dissipate, and store as much lightning as possible!

"Next, I need to wait for a thunderstorm weather!"

Subsequently.

Shen Lian began to wait patiently.

This time, he would prove to everyone in Southern City...

That he was right!

Finally.

A month later.

A super rainstorm swept through Southern City again.

In the sky, lightning flashed and thunder rumbled.

The torrential rain poured down.

"Boom!"

The roaring sound was endless.

And at this time...

Shen Lian took a large kite and walked out of Southern City.

Came to an empty high slope.

On this high slope, stood a huge metal iron rod.

Dozens of meters high.

And the large kite Shen Lian prepared could fly to a high altitude of hundreds of meters!

After the people of Southern City learned of this news.

They held umbrellas one after another and watched from afar.

"Is Shen Lian crazy? Relying on being a cultivator to provoke lightning?"

"Is he not afraid of being struck to death? If his cultivation hasn't reached the third rank, it's impossible to block lightning at all!"

"Everyone look, he placed a large bottle under the iron rod!"

"Could that be the container he made, vainly attempting to hold lightning?"

"……"

The people around stood in the distance and ridiculed and joked one after another.

Especially the martial artists, cultivators, giants, and mages.

They all felt that Shen Lian was courting death.

"Boom!"

Thunder suddenly rose in the sky.

And Shen Lian at this time cast a spell.

A strong wind blew.

Raising the kite higher and higher into the sky.

Higher and higher.

One hundred meters.

Two hundred meters.

Three hundred meters.

At an altitude of four hundred meters.

"Crackling!"

A white light appeared, shining in the sky.

Cutting through the long sky.

Dragging a long, narrow trajectory.

Its tail...

Received the traction of the kite and struck directly on the kite.

And Shen Lian, seeing this, was not shocked but happy.

Hurriedly stepped back.

And tied the tail end of the kite to the iron rod.