Preparing to Go to the Imperial Capital

Within the eye of the storm, the sky was clear, the ground open and broad, and the airflow nearly still. Yet all around it raged an endless tempest—lightning, howling currents of wind, and flashing light forming a complete storm.

The Storm Domain had now basically taken full shape. It could operate on its own without needing Dole to watch over it constantly.

The most suitable place for a Storm Domain was the sea, because the ocean was flat enough. Plains came next, because they provided an environment capable of generating sufficient convection. Mountainous terrain was the worst, but there was no helping it. Dole needed the plains to build a city; that was his obligation to Wasen Fort.

So he could only settle for the next best thing and simulate a storm in the mountains. Otherwise, if he had simulated it on the wasteland, he would have succeeded long ago.

And by now, Albis Mountain had been utterly drained of vitality by him, turned into a dead mountain.

It felt as though he was committing a sin.

Dole sighed inwardly. There was no other way. If he possessed seventh-level strength, why would he need to create a Storm Domain? He could simply occupy this mountain range and harvest whatever resources he pleased. Wouldn't that be far more satisfying?

He had already learned most of the Nightmare Empire's secrets. Though there were still things he did not understand about its current circumstances, they were no longer important. The Nightmare Meditation Method truly was formidable. Now, he needed to find a way to truly restrain them and ensure his own safety.

But that was not the most urgent matter at present. The most urgent matter was going to the imperial capital to receive his title.

He planned to wait until Aixi woke