Night fell, and gusts of cold wind swept in.
Liu Yunche formed fist seals with his hands. Each move swept across the open ground, swift and forceful as thunder.
"It seems your Thunderclap Saber Art has reached perfection." Qinglü, High Cultivator's soft voice came from above.
"Master, you see clearly."
Liu Yunche slowly drew his movements to a close.
Qinglü nodded in approval. "Find a place to sit."
Liu Yunche looked around, then found an open spot and sat cross-legged.
Dark clouds blanketed the sky that night, hiding nearly every star. The wind howled, and thunder rumbled in the distance.
Qinglü took out a compass and tossed it upward. Radiant spiritual light poured into it, and it suddenly expanded, spreading in every direction.
The compass then split into eight evenly shaped disks. They fell around the solitary peak and sank underground, becoming the foundations of a formation.
Qinglü formed a hand seal with her right hand, sending stream after stream of spiritual light into the buried disks.
At the same time, the solitary peak changed abruptly. Several ridges rose, while Qinglü casually sheared others away, leaving flat surfaces behind.
Her movements looked effortless, yet every sweep of her hand carried the power to topple mountains and overturn seas.
Liu Yunche sat within the formation. Gradually, fine strands of pale blue light appeared, accompanied by faint crackling.
"Is that... lightning?" It was so weak that it could only be called a glimmer.
The wind rose to a howl, whipping Liu Yunche's robes around him.
Drip—
A raindrop struck Liu Yunche's face. In an instant, the rain grew heavy.
Splash—
Within moments, wind and rain were raging.
"It's coming... use the stance's breathing method."
As Qinglü's words fell, a bolt of lightning as thick as a chopstick crashed down. Drawn by the