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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.

seemed transmuted, not a mere artifact but

Rose’s grasp.

impulse, “My Sonya, hurry! There is no

head, his retort unhesitating,

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

essence, it seemed the sigil demanded more

sky’s obscurity had swollen

her disquiet evident, questioned, “Is this Thunderbolt’s master no

raised his hand, where radiance still intensified, and strained to answer, “It appears so. The Mother of Pu’er stirs. The Thunderbolt, a fragment of her essence, now answers her call.

In the next heartbeat, an imperceptibly potent energy burst forth from it, hurtling toward the

inexplicable hollowness seized Mandra, his Reiki dissipating in a crescendo. Simultaneously, the inky expanse above churned with unprecedented velocity. Then, a cacophony unfurled—thunderclaps, a network of lightning reminiscent of entwined roots, fracturing

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

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

terrain. A bolt, massive as

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

heedless of her drenched

Rose cried out, “Wait!

unwavering as she shouted over the storm,

her back, urgent to keep her

resolute. “She

Perplexity gnawed at Bjorne.