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.

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

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

in Rose’s grasp. Unless she intervened, a perilous prospect loomed, Rose might well

impulse, “My Sonya, hurry! There is

his retort unhesitating, “The timing is beyond my

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

it seemed the

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

questioned, “Is this Thunderbolt’s master no

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

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

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

flaring with augmented brilliance and density. As though Rose’s lightning had ignited a performance, the celestial theater now escalated its thunderous

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

rain-soaked terrain. A bolt, massive

like a barrage of detonated explosives.

broke away, heedless of her drenched state, sprinting toward the spot where the Mother of Pu’er had

cried out, “Wait!

was undeterred, her steps unwavering as she

her back, urgent to

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