What she was thinking, of course, she would never tell Jiang Qiao, nor would she discuss such matters in public.
After all.
The founder of Yang City and his followers.
They were all idealists.
Heh.
Her expression remained unchanged as she said gently, "I need to borrow Your Excellency's Thunder Art to do something. Over the years, I've searched in many places and found a few supernatural phenomena related to Thunder Art."
"But compared to Your Excellency..."
"They're like grains of sand. How could they be mentioned in the same breath as flawless white jade?"
"At first, I was only planning to make do with them."
"But Heaven has eyes and allowed me to meet Your Excellency."
"If you're willing to help..."
"The chances of the whole thing succeeding will become extremely high."
Three thousand years ago.
The Daoist sects collapsed.
After that, Thunder Art was lost.
Only a few scattered supernatural means related to thunder remained in the world, but neither their power nor their level was particularly high.
In theory.
Awakened were all created through parasitism by the Weird.
The key lay in the Weird.
Without the Weird, it was difficult to become Awakened. Even with the Weird, the parasitism was mostly random.
To mass-produce experts in Thunder Art...
It seemed unrelated.
And since it was not something one cultivated personally, calling it "lost" did seem somewhat unreasonable.
Yet the fact remained.
Back then, experts in Daoist Thunder Magic had emerged one after another.
It made no sense.
Moreover.
What made even less sense was that after the Daoist sects collapsed, it was as if, overnight, every Weird that could grant people Thunder Art had vanished without a trace!
From then on.
No one had ever possessed a complete, systematic Thunder Art again.
Occasionally.
Someone would awaken the