Chapter 865: Li Qinghong Side Story (I)
This side story is a speculative future based on the Heaven Expanding Profound Talisman, beginning with the Northern-Southern conflict.
"Profound Thunder."
Silver-white mist drifted amidst the darkness as long cyan-white plumes fluttered lightly. A bluish-purple glow streamed down from the white robe of a young woman and scattered along the hem of her skirt into the dark clouds.
She looked no more than seventeen or eighteen years old, with a delicate nose and misty purple eyes. Purple and white lightning coiled around her, illuminating a breathtaking beauty.
"Long Profound Heavenly Lightning Talisman is already seventy percent spent... The summoned thunder is becoming even more powerful..."
Li Qinghong had just slain Xi Zikang and watched the young man collapse at her feet, her expression somewhat complex. The entire formation was channeling the lightning from the Long Profound Heavenly Lightning Talisman into her, and her footwork technique-infused body was nearly coalescing into lightning, naturally restoring her appearance to that of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old.
The Profound Thunder was vast, yet it was not black but rather silver-white. Xi Zikang had mentioned that the Profound Thunder was not truly profound colored thunder. In ancient times, it had been classified among the Three Thunders and was called Divine Thunder.
Later, Immortal Lord Huan Xuan had attained enlightenment in the Northern Sea, becoming the source of all thunder arts that wielded punishment and slaughter. The closer one was to the Northern Sea, the more terrifying tribulation lightning became. The Purple-Gold Devil Dao then migrated southward, and from that point on, it was no longer called Divine Thunder but rather, using the northern symbol Profound to represent it, became known as Profound Thunder. Hence its silver-white hue.
Mist-like silver-white lightning drifted through the air. Li Qinghong climbed the white steps one by one. Figures either stood or knelt in the main hall below—some on the verge of death, while others slowly transformed into lightning.
A few cultivators knelt sporadically, while thunderous voices roared furiously in the grand hall above.
"Zhang Yuanyu!