The Charismatic Charlie Wade

Maria’s words ignited a spark within Rose as well!

He found himself captivated by the many coincidences unfolding before him.

How had this mysterious dark cloud suddenly descended, casting an eerie shroud over them all?

Why did the dark cloud reflect the unsettling image of quivering hexagrams?

Why did it lack the usual accompaniment of thunder and lightning?

And why had it chosen to manifest exactly where the Mother of Pu’er had faced her tragic failure?

Moreover, he had just harnessed the lightning-scarred wood born from the Mother’s failed tribulation, birthing an entirely new thunderous power. A confluence of enigmatic elements left him grappling for answers, and only Maria’s conjecture provided a solution that could reconcile all uncertainties.

With this realization unfurling within, Rose blurted out resolutely, “Then, I shall beckon forth a tempest for the brooding skies!”

Maria’s enthusiastic nod was laden with anticipation as she proclaimed, “The Mother of Pu’er and the loyal servant stand beside. A favorable chance beckons, and God watches over. Your efforts are abetted!”

Drawing forth the Thunderbolt, Rose held it in his palm, his gaze steadfast upon the deepening, thickening black cloud overhead. With a breath that concealed the suppressed aura, he invoked the incantation in his heart.

And then, with unswerving determination, Rose cried out, “Let thunder strike forth!”

From his very being surged chi that coursed through the eight extraordinary meridians, torrentially surging into the Thunderbolt clasped in his hand.

of Rose’s internal aura was drawn into the

the Thunderbolt seemed transmuted, not a mere artifact but a

intensifying luminescence in Rose’s grasp. Unless she intervened,

on impulse, “My Sonya, hurry!

shook his head, his retort unhesitating, “The

this instance proved unparalleled.

the sigil

sky’s obscurity had swollen

this Thunderbolt’s master no longer the

his strength, Rose raised his hand, where radiance still intensified, and strained to answer, “It appears so. The Mother of Pu’er stirs. The

his lips, the Thunderbolt’s brilliance ebbed. In the next heartbeat, an imperceptibly potent energy burst forth from it, hurtling toward

above churned with unprecedented velocity. Then, a cacophony unfurled—thunderclaps, a network of lightning reminiscent of entwined roots, fracturing the cloud into myriad

As though Rose’s lightning had ignited a performance, the celestial theater now

commenced its descent upon Heaven Lake, drawing ever nearer. Swiftly, Rose took Maria’s hand, ushering her

above the barren, rain-soaked terrain. A bolt, massive as a bowl, descended from the cloud, impaling

if daylight materialized, thunder exploding like a barrage of detonated explosives. Simultaneously, torrents poured from the sky, a deluge from the

away, heedless of her drenched state, sprinting toward the

cried out, “Wait!

steps unwavering as she shouted over the storm, “I sense

back, urgent to keep her

“She is