Zhong Lin looked at the half-black half-gold Golden Core in his dantian. Thunder clouds swirled around the Golden Core, which floated up and down like a mote amidst them. The power of lightning, like the rolling waters of the Yangtze River, continuously poured into it.
At this moment, various conceptions like Sword Intent, Fist Intent, Five Elements Intent, and Thunderbolt Intent inside his Golden Core took the shape of Tai Chi, intertwining yet distinctly separated, with their energies resonating continuously, transforming from illusionary to substantial.
After a while, Zhong Lin slowly opened his eyes, only to see lightning and storm clouds gathering in the void, roaring and sweeping wildly.
He moved his palm, looking at the endless sea of lightning: "Innate Thunder Method, punishing all beings, a great catastrophe is approaching. Now I have one more method to transcend tribulation."
"Roar!"
