Startled cries rose in waves among the people. The streets and alleys were packed with citizens, all craning their necks to watch the Imperial Preceptor rise to meet the lightning.
"Th-this... this is the end of the world..."
A schoolteacher's eyes shone as he stared fixedly at Pan Yun in midair and muttered, "The nation is about to change, the age is about to change. This will be a transformation unseen in over a thousand years..."
The Imperial Preceptor in midair blazed with dazzling light. The people cried out again and again. In his excitement, a butcher shoved the Old Mister aside and rushed to the front. "What are you babbling about? The Imperial Preceptor is rising up—"
Though no one knew what the Imperial Preceptor was doing, that did not stop them from shouting along with everyone else.
The Imperial Guards maintaining order told them to quiet down. "No shouting, no shoving! Otherwise, get the hell home!"
The crowd quieted somewhat, but they still chattered and whispered among themselves.
They feared the Imperial Guards, but not that much.
Meanwhile, Pan Yun slowly descended after striking back at the first bolt of lightning.
It was only the first bolt. She could have taken it with her head without any trouble. If it had not kept striking her without withdrawing, prolonging the lightning strike, she would not have retaliated at all.
Pan Yun landed on the ground and remained seated cross-legged, guiding the lightning through her entire body and sharing a little with the spirit realm.
Lightning coursed through her sinews, bones, and meridians, tempering them until they grew ever tougher and stronger, widening her meridians. Primordial power flowed out from her Dantian, repairing the damage along with her cultivation method, while carrying the intent of lightning back into her Dantian...