Above the heavens, thunderclouds churned like a boiling sea of ink. Thunder roared wildly, its peals shaking even the void, like the furious howl of an ancient ferocious beast awakening.
Bolts of lightning like silver serpents tore across the sky, each carrying the might to destroy heaven and earth, ripping apart the surrounding space. The air was thick with the pungent smell of scorching and dense Origin Qi.
This was a heavenly phenomenon caused by Thunder Spirit losing control of the energy within him in his excitement.
Thunder Spirit's round little eyes widened, his pupils contracting sharply as he stared fixedly at Wang Xian, his gaze filled with disbelief.
His bulging eyes seemed ready to fall from their sockets, brimming with shock and incredulity, as though he had witnessed the most incomprehensible miracle in all creation.
As an Innate Thunder Element Deity, Thunder Spirit had been born when heaven and earth first opened. His very existence was the embodiment of the laws of heaven and earth.
Now, his tiny body contained faith power as vast as a sea of stars.
That faith power was like brilliant starlight sealed inside crystal bottles. Though he had not fully absorbed it, it was as pure as the first light of dawn, without the slightest impurity.
Its quality far surpassed the faith power within the Divine Path cultivators of today. Compared to it, a single portion of faith power in Thunder Spirit's body was like a blazing sun, radiating dazzling heat and light, while the thousands or tens of thousands of portions held by those Divine Path cultivators were merely dim fireflies in the night sky—utterly insignificant beneath the sun's radiance, as if they could be swallowed by its light at any moment.
For that very reason, even with Thunder Spirit's innate advantage, refining