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.

sigil radiated an inner brilliance, its luster permeating outward. Most of Rose’s internal aura was drawn

the Thunderbolt seemed transmuted, not a mere artifact but a fabled sphere of

luminescence in Rose’s grasp. Unless she

impulse, “My Sonya, hurry! There is no time to

his head, his retort unhesitating, “The timing

would gather, and the sky would resound with its roars, with lightning promptly descending. Yet, this instance proved unparalleled.

the sigil demanded more

obscurity had swollen

her disquiet evident, questioned, “Is this Thunderbolt’s master no longer

The Mother of Pu’er stirs. The Thunderbolt,

the next heartbeat, an imperceptibly potent

in a crescendo. Simultaneously, the inky expanse above churned with unprecedented velocity. Then, a cacophony unfurled—thunderclaps, a

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

after, the cloud commenced its descent upon Heaven Lake, drawing ever nearer.

halted, the storm’s heart positioned directly above the barren, rain-soaked terrain. A bolt, massive as a bowl, descended from the cloud,

barrage of detonated explosives. Simultaneously,

away, heedless of her drenched state, sprinting toward the spot where the Mother of Pu’er

cried out, “Wait!

steps unwavering as she shouted

back, urgent to keep her safe,

trembled, her affirmation resolute. “She is here! I think she