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Qin Fengming had never expected the scene before him. The situation, which had originally been fraught with mortal danger, had taken a sudden turn after he brought out that damaged little bowl and had become completely harmless.
Looking at the clouds and mist in the sky, which had already grown much thinner, and the lightning bolts as thick as a baby's arm shooting out from within them, Qin Fengming could determine that the lightning energy contained in the sky now was scarcely any stronger than the purifying lightning of the Nascent Soul Heavenly Tribulation.
Even if dozens or hundreds of such lightning bolts struck his body at once, they would not cause him much harm. He might even gain some benefit from the flashing lightning and have his body tempered.
As the energy in the sky rapidly weakened, the giant bowl, which had been over a zhang in size, had already shrunk back down to one or two feet amid a buzzing hum.
No longer paying attention to the dense clouds still gathering in the sky or the unceasing flashes of lightning, Qin Fengming extended a hand and drew the little bowl into it.
Forcibly enduring the lingering pain in his eyes, Qin Fengming looked at the little bowl wrapped in a mass of five-colored radiance in his hand. Shock and astonishment immediately appeared on his face.
At this time, the original silver light cluster still remained inside the little bowl.
Beside the silver light cluster, more than a dozen white beads that seemed almost solid were spinning rapidly.
On those beads, extremely fine arcs of electricity, visible only when one focused one's eyes, shot out incessantly. After sensing them carefully, he discovered an incomparably vast and terrifying energy contained within the beads.
Qin Fengming merely looked at