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.

Rose’s internal aura was drawn into the thunder sigil’s

Thunderbolt seemed transmuted, not a mere artifact but a

spectacle. Instinctively, she apprehended the intensifying luminescence in Rose’s grasp. Unless she intervened, a perilous prospect loomed, Rose might well be endangered

“My Sonya, hurry! There is no time to

retort unhesitating, “The timing is

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

essence, it seemed the sigil

obscurity had swollen to a bottomless

disquiet evident, questioned, “Is this Thunderbolt’s

appears so. The Mother of

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

Simultaneously, the inky expanse above churned with unprecedented velocity.

rumbles seemed to amplify, lightning flaring with augmented brilliance and density. As though

Lake, drawing ever nearer. Swiftly,

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

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

the bone, Rose and Maria hurriedly retreated. But Maria broke away, heedless of her drenched state, sprinting toward

cried

was undeterred, her steps unwavering as

to

Maria’s voice trembled, her affirmation resolute. “She is here! I think