'Let's begin,' Li Wen thought.
He guided the immense Thunder Energy—still astonishingly powerful even after being tamed—to wash over, permeate, and temper every minute corner of his body.
An intense pain, like needles piercing his very marrow, instantly spread throughout his body. It was far more severe than the first time.
But Li Wen didn't even frown. His will had long been forged to be as solid as a rock.
This bit of pain was nothing more than a few sparks flying from a whetstone.
He closed his eyes, pouring all his focus into this deeper transformation, using his own body as the cauldron and the Celestial Thunder as the forge's fire.
Inside the quiet room, only the low rumble of the ceaseless current remained, along with the figure floating motionlessly in the center of the sea of lightning, as unmoving as a reef in a storm.
Violence and tranquility, destruction and rebirth—at this moment, they formed a breathtakingly shocking tableau.
