As night fell, dark clouds gathered thickly, peals of thunder echoed through the heavens, and massive bolts of lightning roamed within the clouds, illuminating the dim night sky.
Thunder roared, and torrential rain poured down.
At the peak of the Da Chun Divine Tree's crown, the Bronze Lightning Tower was completely aglow with dazzling electric light, Zhao Sheng sat cross-legged beneath the tower, gazing up at the vast sky of thunder, his eyes swirling with thunder light, reflecting the Tao True Text of "Thunder".
He casually tossed something, and sixty-four radiant streaks flew out from his palm, descending around like heavenly girls scattering flowers, transforming into sixty-four smooth, pitch-black crystal pillars as thick as an embrace.
