Shen Xiu stared at the Heavenly Ranking hanging in the sky, his gaze lingering for a long while.
The golden radiance emitted by the ranking enveloped all of Cold River City. Every name corresponded to a pillar of karmic fortune, as though the Great Dao of heaven and earth itself had personally acknowledged their identities.
Yet what concerned him most was still that final "Nameless," obscured by gray mist.
Just as the ranking slowly faded away, the first Thunderheart Fragment in his sea of consciousness suddenly trembled lightly. A faint wisp of lightning drifted from the fragment and gathered at the center of his sea of consciousness, forming a blurry figure.
That figure was neither the First Thunder Lord nor the Heavenly Lord, but a middle-aged man dressed in a coarse cloth robe.
His features were ordinary. If placed among a crowd, he would hardly draw anyone's attention.
Yet the moment he appeared, Shen Xiu's entire sea of consciousness became unnaturally quiet.
Even the Thunder Origin stopped circulating.
The man looked at Shen Xiu and sighed softly.
"Finally... someone has reached this step again."
Shen Xiu immediately cupped his fist in salute.
"May I ask who you are, Senior?"
The man smiled faintly.
"The Second Thunder Lord."
Shen Xiu's heart jolted once more.
Ever since obtaining the first Thunderheart Fragment, more and more secrets belonging to the ancient era had begun to surface of their own accord.
The Second Thunder Lord said slowly, "There is no need to be surprised."
"Every time you obtain a Thunderheart Fragment, it awakens a portion of the will left behind by a Thunder Lord of a past generation."
"They cannot help you fight."
"But they can tell you what truly happened back then."
As he spoke, he waved his hand lightly.
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