Artificial Thunderstorm Sea

"No."

Chen Jiutian suddenly rejected his own proposal. "We don't need to build a platform. A Flying Boat will do. I want to get close enough to see with my own eyes how the lightning drawn by the Heavenly Thunder Formation forms."

With that,

Chen Jiutian strode toward a nearby Flying Boat without the slightest hesitation.

Zhang Qianqiu watched him with mixed feelings. He had seen formation prodigies before, but never one this reckless. Eight Hundred was a formation prodigy too; at just seventeen, he had topped the Mortal Domain's first formation rankings.

Chen Jiutian had been only twenty-one when he became the Mortal Domain's second Military Strategy Champion.

January 26.

Chen Jiutian had pledged his head if he failed to produce results within three months.

Today was March 27. Only one month remained, yet they still had almost nothing to go on. Zhang Qianqiu was growing anxious.

But he knew something else even more clearly: this "plan" could already be declared a complete failure!

It had failed at the very first step!

The lightning drawn by the Heavenly Thunder Formation could not charge the Sky-Piercing Pillar. How could there be any steps after that?

What they needed to consider now was how to resolve Chen Jiutian's pledge. It had to end with dignity; they could not simply waive it. The moment Chen Jiutian pledged his head, the matter had ceased to concern him alone.

The next moment—

The Flying Boat rose into the air.

Dressed in a Mortal Domain robe, Chen Jiutian stood alone on its deck as it climbed steadily toward the black clouds.

"Pavilion Master Zhang, activate the formation."

Chen Jiutian's voice came through the Message Talisman.

Zhang Qianqiu looked up at the Flying Boat, a black speck hovering near the clouds. Worry stirred in him. Chen