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.

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 the crackling of contained

not a mere artifact but a fabled sphere of lightning seen in science

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

cried out on impulse, “My Sonya, hurry! There is no

his retort unhesitating,

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

it seemed the sigil demanded more

obscurity had swollen to a

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

The Mother of Pu’er stirs. The Thunderbolt, a fragment of her essence, now answers

the Thunderbolt’s brilliance ebbed. In the next heartbeat, an imperceptibly potent energy

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

augmented brilliance and density. As though Rose’s lightning had ignited a performance, the celestial theater

ever

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

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

of her drenched state, sprinting toward the spot where the Mother of

cried out, “Wait!

was undeterred, her steps unwavering as she shouted over the storm, “I

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

her affirmation resolute. “She is here! I