Nine nights later, the heavens shifted, and a sudden thunderstorm broke out.
Amid the torrential downpour, lightning flashed across the horizon. Beyond that, there was no other light to be found.
Bai Mo pressed himself as close as he could to the cliff wall behind him, avoiding the slanted strings of raindrops, and sat down cross-legged.
Thunder roared and echoed through Suspended Blade Cliff, lingering endlessly. No other sound could be heard between heaven and earth.
Bai Mo's Divine Thought stirred restlessly, like an insect under rotting leaves and mud, about to awaken from its long slumber.
This was especially true as his esoteric Cultivation Technique circulated, drawing the intent of the thunder from the world into his body.
The impulse for his Divine Thought to pulse became even more irrepressible.
The thunder's intent was magnificent and terrifying. Bai Mo couldn't help but feel a dreadful fear, yet he held himself back.
