Song Zhou met his gaze. "You're not tired yet?"
"I am tired." Lu Ao yawned. "But a typhoon needs time to build up, and we don't know whether it'll work. Let's go get it started first."
Song Zhou had originally wanted to persuade him to rest and wait until daylight to go.
Lu Ao insisted on going that night. If they failed tonight, they could make another trip during the day tomorrow.
A typhoon required relatively high temperatures to form. With the sun out during the day, the conditions would be more favorable.
Song Zhou could not talk him out of it, so he had no choice but to accompany him.
In the middle of the night, the two went to the surface of the tropical sea. Lu Ao did everything he could to stir up water vapor and agitate the air currents, crudely forming a typhoon eye.
He had originally wanted to create several more typhoon eyes, just to make absolutely sure.
But the scale of the task was simply too great. Whenever he fought against nature, he felt like an ant while nature was a raging bull.
When an ant faced a raging bull, let alone trying to bring it down, even meeting its eyes took immense courage.
This was Lu Ao's first time fighting nature with his own strength. It felt completely different from when he had made it rain before.
He felt as though he was resisting some indescribable existence.
As for what exactly he was resisting, even he could not figure it out.
He asked Song Zhou.
Song Zhou's expression was somewhat complicated. "The Dao that can be spoken is not the eternal Dao."
Lu Ao was utterly bewildered. Scratching his head, he said, "Did you know I was a science student when I was