Long ago, beneath Wangci Mountain, Fengci had already laid bare the essence of "Li Thunder" with a single verse: "Ten-Thousand-Li Galloping Roar, a pure wind sweeps the earth, startling gods and ghosts."
This thunder suppressed evil and upheld righteousness. Those who practiced Blood-Consuming Cultivation, harmed mortals, cultivated demonic arts, belonged to evil sects, or followed heterodox paths—if you saw them and did not kill them, your Dao attainment would be diminished. The longer you remained in their company, the more you would lose.
Yet this thunder was also tremendously conspicuous. Before you could even approach some great monster, you would be discovered the moment you tried to flee.
When Li Fuchan had first cultivated Li Thunder, he had only just attained outer scenery, yet Golden Thunder and Red Flame accompanied his every move. Anyone who saw him could say, "Oh! So he cultivates 'Li Thunder.'"
This was entirely at odds with Li Fuchan's temperament.
Besides, quite a few Ancient Monsters might still regard "Li Thunder" cultivators as thorns in their eyes. In the world as it was now, cultivating "Li Thunder" was no different from seeking death.
Did anyone still think this was the Ancient Era, when "Li Thunder" manifested and the Thunder Palace Patrol roamed the world? Wherever evil spirits appeared, or immortals devoured people, several Purple Mansion Lords could go shoulder to shoulder and gang up on the offender.
In today's world, never mind merely having its Dao Lineage severed—with things heading this way, Li Fuchan felt it was a miracle that any part of it had survived at all.
If possible, he still wanted to replace "Li Thunder."
But he truly could not let go of the terrifying boost granted by "Li Thunder's" sidelong glance.
That was why he could not stop thinking about the "Contrary Thunder"