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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.

mere artifact but a fabled sphere of lightning seen

she apprehended the intensifying luminescence in Rose’s grasp. Unless she intervened, a perilous prospect loomed, Rose might well be endangered by his own

Sonya,

unhesitating, “The timing is

sky would resound with its roars, with lightning promptly descending. Yet, this instance proved unparalleled. Rose’s invocation resounded, yet the Thunderbolt retained its lightning, amassing

the sigil

swollen to a bottomless void—abyssal

“Is this

hand, where radiance still intensified, and strained to answer, “It appears so. The Mother of Pu’er stirs. The

from his lips, the Thunderbolt’s brilliance ebbed. In the next heartbeat, an imperceptibly potent energy burst forth from it, hurtling toward

Reiki dissipating in a crescendo. Simultaneously, the inky expanse above churned with unprecedented velocity. Then,

As though Rose’s lightning had ignited a performance,

its descent upon Heaven Lake, drawing ever nearer. Swiftly, Rose took Maria’s hand, ushering her hundreds

storm’s heart positioned directly above the barren, rain-soaked terrain. A bolt, massive as a bowl, descended from the cloud, impaling the

it was as if daylight materialized, thunder exploding like a barrage of detonated explosives. Simultaneously, torrents poured from the sky,

Maria hurriedly retreated. But Maria broke away, heedless of her drenched state, sprinting toward the spot

cried out,

as she

hold her back, urgent to

Maria’s voice trembled, her affirmation resolute. “She is here!

Perplexity gnawed at Bjorne.