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Maria’s words ignited a spark within Rose as well!

He found himself captivated by the many coincidences unfolding before him.

How had this mysterious dark cloud suddenly descended, casting an eerie shroud over them all?

Why did the dark cloud reflect the unsettling image of quivering hexagrams?

Why did it lack the usual accompaniment of thunder and lightning?

And why had it chosen to manifest exactly where the Mother of Pu’er had faced her tragic failure?

Moreover, he had just harnessed the lightning-scarred wood born from the Mother’s failed tribulation, birthing an entirely new thunderous power. A confluence of enigmatic elements left him grappling for answers, and only Maria’s conjecture provided a solution that could reconcile all uncertainties.

With this realization unfurling within, Rose blurted out resolutely, “Then, I shall beckon forth a tempest for the brooding skies!”

Maria’s enthusiastic nod was laden with anticipation as she proclaimed, “The Mother of Pu’er and the loyal servant stand beside. A favorable chance beckons, and God watches over. Your efforts are abetted!”

Drawing forth the Thunderbolt, Rose held it in his palm, his gaze steadfast upon the deepening, thickening black cloud overhead. With a breath that concealed the suppressed aura, he invoked the incantation in his heart.

And then, with unswerving determination, Rose cried out, “Let thunder strike forth!”

From his very being surged chi that coursed through the eight extraordinary meridians, torrentially surging into the Thunderbolt clasped in his hand.

In the span of an eye’s blink, the ominous thunder sigil radiated an inner brilliance, its luster permeating outward. Most of Rose’s internal aura was drawn into the thunder sigil’s embrace. Each heartbeat reverberated through Rose’s grasp, the illumination growing more intense, accompanied by the crackling of contained electricity.

that moment, the Thunderbolt seemed transmuted, not a mere artifact but a fabled sphere of

apprehended the intensifying luminescence in Rose’s grasp. Unless she intervened, a perilous prospect loomed,

cried out on impulse, “My Sonya, hurry! There is

his retort unhesitating, “The timing is beyond

with lightning promptly descending. Yet, this instance

it seemed the sigil demanded more

the sky’s obscurity had swollen to a bottomless

her disquiet evident, questioned, “Is this Thunderbolt’s

answer, “It appears so. The Mother

next heartbeat, an imperceptibly potent energy burst forth from

crescendo. Simultaneously, the inky expanse above churned with unprecedented velocity. Then, a cacophony unfurled—thunderclaps,

rumbles seemed to amplify, lightning flaring with augmented brilliance and density. As though Rose’s lightning had ignited a performance, the

ever

rain-soaked terrain. A bolt, massive as a bowl, descended from the cloud, impaling

exploding like a barrage of detonated explosives. Simultaneously, torrents poured from the sky, a deluge from

of her drenched state, sprinting toward the spot

Rose cried out, “Wait!

her steps unwavering as she

her back, urgent to keep

“She is here! I think

Perplexity gnawed at Bjorne.