On the mountaintop, Xuantian looked toward Sophora City. He was a young man in a black-and-white Yin-Yang Daoist robe. He looked unassuming, but the immense vitality coursing through him was impossible to ignore.
"Heh, fate brings people together across a thousand miles. Fellow Daoist Xuan Shi, we meet again!"
As he spoke, the void rippled atop the mountain, and Xuan Shi appeared.
"Fellow Daoist Xuantian, your cultivation has grown even more refined."
"A small gain, hardly worth mentioning!"
As they spoke, winds rose and clouds churned overhead. The sky slowly darkened. Storm clouds blanketed it, silver snakes of lightning writhed within them, and rolling thunder came from afar.
Xuan Shi's expression changed. Was this fellow about to undergo a tribulation?
Something had gone wrong with this era. Lightning Tribulations no longer appeared, and no one knew how much terrifying energy had accumulated over countless years.
He had heard that in the Immortal Ancient Era, Heavenly Tribulations still descended to test cultivators. Now, something was wrong with the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.
"Please wait here, fellow Daoist!"
"You're not guarding against me?" Xuan Shi asked in surprise.
"Heh. We don't know each other well, but I've heard about your character."
With that, Xuantian vanished. One step carried him several miles away. Lightning wings then appeared on his back, and with a sweep of them, he reached the edge of sight.
He looked up at the sky laced with electric arcs and took a deep breath. Then he stopped holding back. His aura surged, and dazzling divine light shot upward.
The Thunder Emperor Precious Technique began to circulate. Runes soaring into the sky turned into lightning and plunged into the churning clouds. He meant to draw down the heavenly lightning.
More and more black clouds gathered, layer upon layer, each as