Chapter 978: The Heart of All Under Heaven (I)
The youth brimmed with confidence, as if dispersing these rogue cultivators before them was a mere trifle. Li Qinghong was slightly surprised and softly said, “Fellow Daoist, you’re...”
Xi Zikang laughed quietly, shook his silver-white sleeve, and retrieved a gleaming miniature carriage no bigger than his palm. Two small white-and-blue flags adorned it, each etched with talismanic symbols.
He chanted, “Under the command of the Profound Thunder Division, by decree of the Northern Palace—chariot of thunder, ride the lightning, heal the world and purge afflictions!”
The thunder chariot shuddered, instantly coming to life like a pouncing tiger. It then expanded to the size of a house. The two blue-and-white thunder flags fluttered high, crackling with silver lightning, stretching nine meters with the wind.
“The Dao of Profound Thunder commands wind and rides thunder... dispersing a crowd of cultivators is nothing at all!”
Thunderclouds billowed across the sky as tempests swept over the sea. Xi Zikang leapt onto the thunder chariot, tightened the silver reins, and ascended amidst the storm, calling out in a clear voice, “Senior, just give me ten seconds.”
The sea surface had turned into a maelstrom of gales. They were now surrounded by murky darkness, and visibility was down to nothing. Only the ancient, imperious thunder chariot blazed with silver brilliance, its two thunder banners trailing behind like serpentine bolts of lightning.
Xi Zikang resembled a god of thunder with gleaming silver robes and an awe-inspiring presence.
That’s right... He hails from the renowned Purple Mansion Realm immortal family of the Northern Sea. His lineage likely traces back to the Thunder Palace... he’s no ordinary man, thought Li Qinghong.
The youth was young, modest, and respectful, with no extravagant ornaments upon him. For a moment, Li Qinghong had forgotten his esteemed background, but seeing this chariot now, its grandeur nearly rivaled that of Tuoba Chongyuan in his prime...