Thunder Lord Daoist had been a legend in the ancient past.
He had possessed ordinary talent as a child, but survived a lightning strike and even gained a great blessing, transforming his constitution into the Lightning Body.
From then on, his path in martial arts had been smooth sailing. He surged ahead and ultimately reached the Jie Realm.
On the day Thunder Lord Daoist attained enlightenment, he gained a new talent. Somehow, he learned a language that allowed him to speak with the heavens:
As long as he offered the proper sacrifice, he could punish others on behalf of Heaven.
The Lightning Body had been forged through the union of Heavenly Dao and fate. To some extent, he could barely be considered a representative of the Heavenly Dao, able to communicate with it.
After that, Thunder Lord Daoist's power advanced further. He killed powerful enemies time and again, and even gave himself the title:
Son of Heaven!
It meant he was favored by the heavens and blessed with great fortune.
Now, negotiations between Thunder Lord Daoist and Jiang Yan had fallen apart. And with his own standing diminished, he could only use his strongest trump card: kill Jiang Yan and seize everything.
Bzzz!
Bzzz!
As Thunder Lord Daoist's words fell, all of the Netherworld Prison shook violently. An ancient, vast aura poured into it, gathered into a mass, and transformed into an enormous eye. Its gaze was indifferent; all things beneath Heaven were as straw dogs.
This was the Eye of Heavenly Dao, formed from the will of the Heavenly Dao in this world.
"Please!"
"May Heavenly Dao bring down tribulation and execute this man!"
Thunder Lord Daoist spread his arms, as if welcoming the descent of thunder tribulation from the sky.
There was a saying among the Human Race: