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.

the ominous thunder sigil radiated an inner brilliance, its luster permeating 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,

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

Rose’s grasp. Unless she intervened, a perilous prospect loomed, Rose might well be endangered by his

out on impulse, “My Sonya,

shook his head, his retort unhesitating, “The timing

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

the sigil demanded more

obscurity had swollen to

disquiet evident, questioned, “Is this

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

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

his Reiki dissipating in a crescendo. Simultaneously, the inky expanse above churned with unprecedented velocity. Then, a cacophony unfurled—thunderclaps, a network of lightning reminiscent of entwined

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

commenced its descent upon Heaven Lake, drawing ever nearer. Swiftly, Rose took Maria’s hand, ushering her

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

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

heedless of her drenched

Rose cried

as she shouted over the storm, “I

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

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

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