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 thunder sigil’s embrace. Each heartbeat reverberated through Rose’s grasp,

the Thunderbolt seemed transmuted, not a mere artifact

such a spectacle. Instinctively, she apprehended the intensifying luminescence in Rose’s grasp. Unless she intervened,

cried out on impulse, “My Sonya, hurry! There

shook his head, his retort unhesitating, “The timing is beyond

with lightning promptly descending. Yet, this instance proved unparalleled. Rose’s invocation resounded, yet the Thunderbolt retained its lightning, amassing energy, as if arbitrating the

essence, it seemed the sigil demanded more

had swollen to a bottomless void—abyssal

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

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

the words parted from his lips, the Thunderbolt’s brilliance ebbed. In the next heartbeat, an imperceptibly potent energy burst

unprecedented velocity. Then, a cacophony unfurled—thunderclaps, a network

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

after, the cloud commenced its descent upon Heaven Lake, drawing ever nearer. Swiftly, Rose took Maria’s hand,

terrain. A bolt, massive as a

if daylight materialized, thunder exploding like a barrage of

retreated. But Maria broke away, heedless of her drenched state, sprinting toward

Rose cried out,

Maria was undeterred, her steps unwavering as she shouted over the

hold her back, urgent to keep her safe, “Who? The Pu’er

resolute. “She is here!