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

transmuted, not a mere artifact but a fabled sphere of lightning seen in

never witnessed such a spectacle. Instinctively, she apprehended the intensifying luminescence in Rose’s grasp. Unless she intervened, a perilous prospect loomed, Rose might

cried out on impulse, “My Sonya, hurry! There

head, his retort unhesitating, “The timing

Rose invoked thunder, clouds would gather, and the sky would resound with its roars, with lightning promptly descending. Yet, this instance proved unparalleled. Rose’s invocation resounded, yet the Thunderbolt retained its lightning, amassing energy, as if arbitrating the

it seemed the

had swollen to a

evident, questioned, “Is this Thunderbolt’s master

hand, where radiance still intensified, and strained to answer, “It appears so. The

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

inexplicable hollowness seized Mandra, 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 roots, fracturing the cloud into

density. As though Rose’s lightning had

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

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

like a barrage of detonated explosives. Simultaneously, torrents poured from the sky, a deluge

and Maria hurriedly retreated. But Maria broke away, heedless of

cried out, “Wait!

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

back, urgent to keep her safe,

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