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 an eye’s blink, the ominous thunder sigil radiated an inner brilliance, its luster permeating outward. Most of Rose’s internal aura was drawn into the

mere artifact but a fabled sphere of lightning seen

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

“My Sonya, hurry!

retort unhesitating, “The timing is beyond my

with lightning promptly descending. Yet, this instance proved unparalleled. Rose’s invocation

seemed the sigil

the sky’s obscurity had swollen to a bottomless void—abyssal

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

and strained to answer, “It appears so. The Mother of Pu’er stirs. The Thunderbolt, a fragment of her essence, now answers her

ebbed. In the next heartbeat, an imperceptibly

Simultaneously, the inky expanse above churned with unprecedented velocity. Then, a cacophony unfurled—thunderclaps, a network of lightning

density. As though Rose’s lightning had ignited a performance, the celestial

descent upon Heaven Lake, drawing ever nearer. Swiftly, Rose took Maria’s hand, ushering her hundreds of meters

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

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

the bone, Rose and Maria hurriedly retreated. But Maria broke away, heedless of her

Rose cried

was undeterred, her steps unwavering as

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

affirmation resolute. “She is here! I think she