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.

permeating outward. Most of Rose’s internal aura was drawn into the thunder sigil’s embrace.

seemed transmuted, not a mere artifact but a fabled

the intensifying luminescence in Rose’s grasp. Unless she intervened, a

“My Sonya, hurry! There is no time

retort unhesitating,

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

seemed the sigil demanded more

swollen

evident, questioned, “Is this Thunderbolt’s

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

the next heartbeat, an imperceptibly potent energy burst forth from it, hurtling toward the

expanse above churned with unprecedented velocity. Then, a cacophony unfurled—thunderclaps, a network

augmented brilliance and density. As though Rose’s lightning had ignited a

the cloud commenced its descent upon Heaven Lake, drawing ever

barren, rain-soaked terrain. A bolt,

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

Maria hurriedly retreated. But Maria broke away, heedless of her drenched state, sprinting toward the spot where

cried out,

Maria was undeterred, her steps unwavering as

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

her affirmation resolute. “She is here! I think she