The clouds began to dissolve into thin air, vanishing instead of drifting away as if the incessant lightning streaks and the mysterious storm's eye were nothing but dreams.
The gray sky cleared bit by bit until the soft glow of evening settled over the world again.
Aksai sat there, still and quiet. When he finally opened his eyes, the last traces of the storm faded from the horizon.
He took a long, shaky breath. His body still felt heavy, and his veins tingled with leftover lightning energy, but there was a strange warmth inside his core that felt new and powerful.
"I… I am finally a Core Formation realm Spirit cultivator," he whispered to himself.
He slowly raised his hands and looked at them. They were scarred, bruised, and covered in dried soot, but they did not tremble. He clenched them into tight fists and gave a small smile.
"Don't they give Dao titles to Core Formation Lords in Dadangar?" he murmured. "I wonder what mine will be."
