Days at the Thunder Temple seemed to pass in slow motion. The upheaval caused by the Undead Calamity and the dimensional crisis was gradually subsiding outside. Reconstruction efforts and political maneuvering replaced the news headlines, and ordinary people's lives returned to normal. Within the temple, however, changes were taking place every moment.
Lin Ye's life settled into a strict routine. Every morning, he went to the open-air platform at the temple's highest point and practiced [Chaos Thunder Body] beneath the rising sun. This newly acquired ability was more than a simple enhancement to his defenses. It refined and elevated the very essence of his energy on a far deeper level.
He sat cross-legged, his eyes half closed, and sank his awareness into his body. In his perception, his body was no longer made of flesh and bone. It had become a miniature universe of thunder, endlessly forming and dissolving. Countless incredibly fine arcs of purple-gold lightning no longer drifted between his cells-they formed the cells themselves! Each cell resembled a miniature vortex of thunder, independently drawing in radiation from the cosmic background, energy from the void, and even... faint, almost imperceptible traces of chaos.
Cultivating [Chaos Thunder Body] meant continually guiding these cellular vortices into resonance and optimizing their structure, allowing them to contain and convert higher forms of energy, especially the dangerous power of chaos.
Now, with each breath, the energy in the surrounding space was slowly drawn into his body. The photon energy in sunlight was directly absorbed and converted; stray electromagnetic waves in the air were captured and assimilated. Even a trace of radiation from the earth's energy veins beneath his feet was stirred, becoming pure energy that nourished his thunder body.
The most extraordinary part was his attempt to draw upon that trace of chaos energy.