Heaven-Transforming Thunder Mark!
A Spirit Tier Low Grade Martial Art!
Looking at those words, Chen Han's hands couldn't help but tremble. He hadn't expected the Profound Craft Sect to be so generous, willing to part with even a Spirit Tier Martial Art.
He unrolled it to take a look.
There wasn't a single word on the scroll, only a painting.
A very strange painting.
As he looked at the painting, Chen Han felt as if he had been transported into the scene.
BOOM!
Countless dark, heavy, leaden clouds roiled and converged. Streaks of azure lightning, like swimming dragons, constantly coiled and weaved through the cloud layer.
CRACKLE!
The sound echoed endlessly as the bolts of lightning flashed rapidly.
BOOM!
Waves of thunderous noise reverberated across the sky.
Suddenly, a dozen or so bolts of lightning violently intertwined, merging into what looked like a long, purple dragon as they plummeted madly from the clouds.
