"Chen An, what is that?!"
Standing beside him, Shen Qinglan felt her skin tingle at the sudden appearance of the Thunder Marrow Liquid. She instinctively took half a step back, her beautiful eyes filled with surprise.
She could clearly sense the vast, surging power of the Tribulation Origin within that single drop. It was nothing like ordinary lightning.
Countless flecks of lightning were drawn toward the drop of Thunder Marrow Liquid, winding through the air in delicate threads. The thunderclouds above all of Thunderpeak churned and rumbled faintly as an ancient, weighty pressure of the lightning Dao slowly spread, making even the soul tremble.
"Ying-yoo!~~"
The Thunder Spirit, which had been curled up in Chen An's arms, caught that familiar, enticing scent and immediately stopped nuzzling him. Its round eyes lit up. It stretched its little head forward, its tiny nose twitching as it cried out in eager excitement. Its small body quivered uncontrollably, and the blue lightning coursing over it grew brighter.
"This is Thunder Marrow Liquid, a treasure refined from the Tribulation Origin. It's enormously beneficial to lightning-attribute cultivators and spirit beasts!"
Chen An gave Shen Qinglan a smiling explanation, then looked at the excited little creature in his arms. He flicked a finger. "All right, don't rush. Here you go!"
"Ying-yoo!!~~"
The Thunder Spirit gave a delighted chirp, opened its little mouth, and swallowed the Thunder Marrow Liquid.
The instant it reached the Thunder Spirit's stomach, dazzling indigo lightning burst from its body. Rings of visible lightning force rippled outward in every direction.
The rolling thunderclouds above Thunderpeak roiled violently. Countless tiny silver-purple bolts fell like threads of rain, only to be absorbed by the Thunder Spirit just before they touched the ground.
"Ying-yoo!!~~"
The Thunder Spirit flew out of Chen An's arms and into the air,