In an instant, day and night alternated, Yin and Yang reversed, and on the Twelve Stars of Donglai, the climate turned chaotic between spring and autumn. Above Mount Zhaoyao, the weather grew colder, as if entering a frosty winter. Moreover, there was the rumbling sound of winter thunder, echoing with the mournful cries of ancient apes.
In the starry sky, countless cracks of lightning appeared at that moment. Those cracks interwoven and connected, surprisingly forming an ancient thunder diagram of White Ape Controlling Thunder beneath the feet of Great Emperor Chonghe!
Great Emperor Chonghe stood on the thunder diagram expressionlessly, as if at this moment, he was the king among lightning!
On Mount Zhaoyao, anyone with divine skills of lightning felt their spirit trembling, just like all those who cultivate lightning skills in the world, feeling utterly insignificant before this thunder diagram! One after another, their eyes were filled with shock, then fervor!
