Chapter 1151: Thunder (I)
Thunder roared across the heavens. Silvery-white lightning surged along the spear and extended two meters outward. Though heavy rain still fell in the distance, the raindrops nearby rose into the air, turning into glistening spheres that slowly evaporated and shrank amid the thunder's radiance.
The light from the lantern in Changxiao's hand grew increasingly brilliant, dispersing the lightning bit by bit. It revealed the pale hand holding the spear, lightning curling affectionately around the wrist before leaping onto the purple-white feathered sleeve.
Only then did he clearly see the figure before him: a female cultivator with a high nose bridge, graceful brows, and almond eyes. Purple radiance flowed within her pupils, her black hair cascading behind her like a waterfall. A purple mark glimmered between her brows, and thick coils of lightning discharged upward behind her, gathering into a vast purple-white disk.
Changxiao could not tell whether this disk was a divine ability or a spirit artifact. It loomed as large as a mountain, covered in countless cracked patterns of lightning. Suspended above the sea, the woman under the disk seemed like a mysterious bird hovering in the storm, her spear leveled directly at the center of Changxiao's brow.
The surging waves fell as the sea stilled. The falling rain, drawn by the power of Prime Magnetism, hovered above the surface, shrinking until each drop vanished. In that moment, the sea calmed to become as smooth as a mirror, perfectly reflecting the mountain-sized thunder disk and the birdlike woman within it.
Changxiao lifted his lantern and a thick white mist gathered once more around him. Purple-white lightning flickered in his pupils as he softly asked, "Are you a dragon?"
Boom!
A vast rumble filled heaven and earth. The silver spear flipped and stood upright amid the storm with a metallic clang. The female cultivator stood suspended in the air, clad in a robe of purple-white lightning feathers and boots patterned with fine silver veins. The long feathers trailing from her cloak grew ever longer, dragging through the currents of thunder.
Her voice was clear and cold, echoing with the thunder around her, "I am thunder."
In the instant after her words fell, a barrel-thick pillar of silver lightning slammed down from the sky. Changxiao reacted swiftly, raising his silver-patterned disk above his head. The Supreme Yin radiance upon it shone faintly for a moment, then flared brighter as he infused it with his mana.