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.

an inner brilliance, its luster permeating outward. Most of Rose’s internal aura was drawn into the thunder sigil’s embrace. Each heartbeat reverberated through Rose’s grasp, the illumination growing more intense, accompanied by

mere artifact but

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

on impulse, “My Sonya, hurry! There

retort unhesitating, “The timing

resound with its roars, with lightning promptly descending. Yet, this instance proved unparalleled. Rose’s invocation resounded, yet the

it seemed the sigil

obscurity had swollen to a bottomless void—abyssal

this Thunderbolt’s

“It appears so. The Mother of Pu’er stirs. The Thunderbolt, a fragment of her essence, now answers her call. I’ve lost

the next heartbeat, an imperceptibly

with unprecedented velocity. Then, a cacophony unfurled—thunderclaps, a network of lightning

to amplify, lightning flaring with augmented brilliance and density. As though Rose’s lightning had ignited a performance, the celestial theater now escalated its

its descent upon Heaven Lake, drawing ever nearer. Swiftly,

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

an instant, it was as if daylight materialized, thunder exploding like a barrage of detonated explosives. Simultaneously, torrents poured

away, heedless of her drenched

Rose cried out,

as she shouted over the storm, “I

back, urgent to keep her

resolute. “She is