"I grasp the primordial through thousands of calamities, commanding the thunder to obliterate all in ten directions..."
With his hands gently crossed and placed upon his lap, Qi Xiu's lips parted slightly, his voice soft yet resolute. As he murmured, invisible ripples seemed to spread out, causing the surrounding air to quiver.
Gradually, the sky began to exhibit extraordinary phenomena.
Numerous bolts of lightning flickered, resembling dragons in dance—at times as bright as daylight, at times as dim as the deep blue yonder.
These bolts of lightning circled Qi Xiu, condensing into a boundless Thunder Pond with one corner missing.
Within the Thunder Pond, lightning bolts leaped like myriad silver snakes in a wild dance, yet they maintained a delicate balance amidst Qi Xiu's chanting.
In the blink of an eye, this ancient and majestic force blended with his will, creating a wondrous state.
