Above Falling Lightning Peak, roiling clouds gathered into a massive vortex, slowly turning from west to east.
Within the thick cloud cover, lightning snakes darted about from time to time, and suddenly a bolt of thunder would shoot out and strike the summit.
This had continued for thousands of years.
Of the three hundred and sixty-five days in a year, this solitary, towering peak endured lightning strikes on at least three hundred of them.
It was precisely because of this strange phenomenon that Falling Lightning Peak was renowned throughout Nanshao Prefecture, with tales of it recorded in the prefectural annals.
It was said that people often used to climb to the summit, hoping to uncover the secret behind why this place drew lightning year after year.
Some also suspected that a treasure was hidden atop the mountain.
These people included mountain folk, hunters, martial arts masters, and even cultivators.
But aside from bare rocks, they found nothing. Some were even accidentally struck dead by lightning.
As time passed, everyone grew accustomed to the strange phenomenon of Falling Lightning Peak.
No one came up here to court death anymore.
But to Wang Chen, Falling Lightning Peak was practically a blessed land for cultivation!
Of course, this cultivation referred solely to Five Suns Dry Thunder.
As the cultivation technique began to circulate, wisps of thunderous power drifting outside silently seeped through Wang Chen's skin and into his limbs, bones, and internal organs.
Wang Chen felt his entire body go numb, like touching an electric switch.
Goosebumps rose all over him, every hair standing on end, while thread-thin arcs of electricity flickered from his fingertips.
The sensation was not exactly painful, but it made him feel as though he were sitting on needles. Every inch of skin, every muscle, and every bone sent