The Complete Thunder Rune Pattern

Ning Zifeng rushed to Ning Fa's side, his face filled with anxiety.

He first placed a hand beneath Ning Fa's nose. Finding that Ning Fa was still breathing, he finally let out a long sigh of relief.

When he saw Ning Xilin's corpse lying atop Ning Fa, Ning Zifeng could not help showing a sorrowful expression. He gently moved Ning Xilin's body to one side.

He then wanted to carry Ning Fa farther away to somewhere safe, but when he saw the blood flowing from Ning Fa's abdomen, he did not dare make any sudden movements.

At this moment, within Ning Fa's Dantian, a savage black Mana surged and ravaged everything, scattering the Mana inside his Dantian in all directions.

Then, that black Mana abruptly swelled, on the verge of bursting apart and shattering Ning Fa's Dantian.

At this critical moment, that mysterious Thunder Rune Pattern suddenly appeared out of thin air within Ning Fa's Dantian once more.

As though it had sensed a threat, Five-Colored Lightning flashed wildly across its surface. In the span of an instant, the illusory portion of the circular Thunder Rune Pattern directly transformed from illusion into substance.

That circular Thunder Rune Pattern became complete in an instant.

A Five-Colored Spiritual Light shot from the pattern and struck the invading black Mana. The black Mana was instantly annihilated without the slightest resistance.

The Thunder Rune Pattern flickered continuously, and its solidified portion began to revert into an illusory state.

Just then, Ning Fa's right arm grew hot, and the Mysterious Scroll flew out directly, hovering in the air.

A cluster of mysterious White Runes flashed frantically upon it. That same Thunder Rune Pattern appeared in the blink of an eye and began filling itself in from incomplete to whole at an astonishing speed.

It was far faster than when Ning Fa had tried before.

Yet strangely, despite the Mysterious Scroll's astonishing phenomenon, Ning Zifeng beside it showed no reaction at all, as though he could not see the Mysterious Scroll in the slightest.

Five breaths later, the Thunder Rune Pattern on the scroll finally took shape. It had now become complete.

Fine Five-Colored Thunder Runes of varying shapes intertwined and connected across it, forming incomparably profound trajectories, as though they contained the great Dao of heaven and earth.

Now complete, it seemed like the most perfect creation, possessing an immaculate, flawless beauty.

Then the complete Thunder Rune Pattern on the scroll transformed into a streak of white light and flew directly into Ning Fa's abdomen.

Meanwhile, the Thunder Rune Pattern within Ning Fa's Dantian had already returned to its previous incomplete state, flickering as though it was about to vanish completely.

At that moment, the mysterious white streak flew over and directly entered the incomplete Thunder Rune Pattern, transforming into a mass of white radiance that enveloped it.

Countless fine Five-Colored Runes danced ceaselessly around that mass of white radiance.

No one knew how much time passed before the white radiance dispersed, revealing the Thunder Rune Pattern once more.

It was no longer incomplete or illusory. It had finally become whole and flawless.

At that moment, the surrounding spiritual energy began to stir, while Thunder Spiritual Power invisible to the naked eye surged wildly toward Ning Fa.

At this instant, Ning Fa seemed to have become a whirlpool upon the sea.

Suddenly, Five-Colored Spiritual Light flashed over Ning Fa's body, sending Ning Zifeng—who was channeling spiritual power into Ning Fa to ease his injuries—flying away.

A mysterious Five-Colored Spiritual Mark several inches wide appeared on Ning Fa's forehead. It was unmistakably the greatly shrunken Thunder Rune Pattern, and it slowly faded away.

No one knew how much time passed.

Ning Fa slowly woke up and found himself in a place filled with nothingness.

Everything around him was gray and hazy. There seemed to be no sky, no earth—only endless void.

Ning Fa discovered that he was flying rapidly forward. Looking down, he saw a peculiar place beneath his feet, something that seemed to be a massive five-colored circular pattern.

It was woven from countless Thunder Runes of varying forms, and these Thunder Runes shone with white, azure, black, crimson, and yellow lightning.

The Thunder Runes continuously appeared and vanished, while deep rumbles of thunder faintly echoed from them, filling the air with mystery.

Ning Fa suddenly understood. Wasn't this the Thunder Rune Pattern that had appeared in his Dantian?

Just then, he seemed to notice something. Turning to look around, he saw five strange objects at the five corners along the edge of the massive Thunder Rune Pattern.

They were a White Longsword, an azure tree, a Black Long River, a crimson fireball, and a Yellow Hillock.

Looking more closely, Ning Fa discovered in astonishment that these five strange objects were actually formed from lightning of different colors and shapes. Though different, they all radiated immense pressure.

Suddenly, the White Longsword slashed a bolt of white lightning toward Ning Fa. The azure tree also sent forth countless azure leaves, which gathered into streams of azure lightning.

The Black Long River, crimson fireball, and Yellow Hillock likewise unleashed black, crimson, and yellow lightning, striking toward Ning Fa at the center.

Ning Fa was horrified. He wanted to flee, only to discover that he could not move at all.

The five-colored lightning in the air converged into a five-colored bolt shaped like a soaring dragon. It radiated terrifying might as though it could destroy heaven and earth, then struck Ning Fa.

"Ah!"

Ning Fa cried out in terror.

He opened his eyes and found himself lying on a bed.

It was only a dream!

Ning Fa let out a long breath. The terrifying scene from the dream still left lingering fear in his heart.

He glanced around. The room, only a little over ten square meters in size, contained nothing but simple furniture such as a table, chairs, and a wooden cabinet. A breeze blew in through the open window, clearing his mind considerably.

Ning Fa wondered where he was. This was not his home.

The memories from before involuntarily surfaced in his mind. He vaguely remembered that after being struck by a Mana sphere, the Thunder Rune Pattern in his Dantian seemed to have undergone some mysterious change.

At that thought, Ning Fa's expression changed slightly. He felt that his body seemed to have become different.

He could clearly feel what seemed like gentle breezes brushing over his body, making him feel exceptionally comfortable.

His expression immediately changed. This was not a breeze—it seemed that the spiritual energy around him was surging toward his body, as though his body were a whirlpool.

Ning Fa was deeply shocked. Just as he was about to examine his body, the door suddenly opened, and Ning Zhengqian and Ning Zifeng rushed in.

When Ning Zhengqian saw that Ning Fa had awakened, he was overjoyed. "Xiao Fa, you're finally awake. That's wonderful!"

A smile also appeared on Ning Zifeng's honest face.

"How long was I unconscious?"

Ning Fa asked. The hoarseness of his own voice startled even him.

"Xiao Fa, you've been unconscious for ten days already."

Ning Zifeng said in a deep voice.

"What?!"

Ning Fa was greatly shocked. It had felt to him as though he had slept for only a few hours, yet he had actually been unconscious for so long.

"What happened after that conflict? Was anyone else injured besides me? Where is Uncle Xilin? I remember he was beside me at the time."

Ning Fa hurriedly asked, his expression somewhat ugly. He vaguely remembered that before he completely lost consciousness, Uncle Xilin seemed to have thrown himself toward him.

Ning Zhengqian and Ning Zifeng exchanged looks, silent for a moment.

Ning Fa seemed to have guessed something, and his face instantly turned incomparably ugly.

Ning Zhengqian sighed. "The rest of us only suffered some minor injuries, but Xilin... sigh, he's gone."