Time flew by, and thirty-five years passed in a flash.
Inside the spacious hall, a tall man in a Profound Robe sat cross-legged with his hem spread across the floor. One hand formed a Finger Technique against his chest, while the other formed a seal pressed against his Dantian.
At the center of his forehead, a speck of light flickered faintly like a thunderbolt, constantly rippling with golden Illusionary Colors. It carried a strong aura of masculinity, accompanied by the faint rumble of thunder. This anomaly persisted for a long time before gradually dissipating and vanishing around him.
He thought, "Finally... it's reached Perfection!"
Lü Yang looked up, a hint of joy surfacing in his eyes. He lightly tapped his glabella, drawing out the Fruit of Divine-Empyrean Thunder and resting it on his palm to examine closely.
Compared to thirty-five years ago, its changes were immense.
