Boom—
The howling wind roared!
Lu Cang's eyes shone brightly. He had reached a new understanding!
In truth, he was only one step away from finding inspiration for Origin Magic. Lu Cang believed that magic ultimately could not be separated from the elements.
Any interpretation of the Source should not sidestep this fundamental aspect of magic.
Something clicked in Lu Cang's mind.
His body even became part of the wind, vanishing into the boundless atmosphere!
Wind was air, and air currents were wind!
It might not arrive in an instant like light or strike with the explosive might of thunder, with its overwhelming force.
But when it came to putting it to use, it could truly penetrate everywhere.
Granted, light could also reach every tangible place.
But light... was ultimately intangible and formless.
Its nature was entirely different from the wind's.
By now, the storm had risen!
A storm laced with thunder swept across the entire battlefield. Lu Cang stood in the middle of it, right at the heart of the thunderstorm and gale. Purple lightning crashed down around him, bathing him in its power!
Yet Lu Cang remained utterly still as the strikes rained down on him.
He focused on feeling the wind, the thunder.
Gradually, he began to understand that feeling—the exhilaration of battle!
Lu Cang seemed to understand why Izpalut had once taken his ice bolt head-on.
So this was how wonderful it felt.
Boom!
Lightning exploded against his body with a crackling hiss.
What... is going on with this guy?
He's standing in the middle of my storm and thunder domain, completely unharmed?
No, he's not just unharmed!
Seeing the faint smile at the corner of Lu Cang's mouth, was he enjoying this?
"What are you pretending to be so composed for?!"
Boom! The thunderclouds churned