Countless bolts of thunder condensed into true Gang, their dazzling radiance interweaving into one continuous expanse.
Such a display was far more imposing than the Past King's lone strand of Dharma Gang.
Moreover, unlike the Past King's damaged Dharma Gang, tainted with blood and sustained by his own essence-blood vital energy to keep him alive, Fang Qianyuan possessed pure, flawless thunder Dharma Gang of incomparable refinement.
Had it appeared not here but high in the sky, out in nature, ordinary people would surely have believed it was thunder born of heaven and earth, never imagining that it was a power controlled by human hands.
Thunder was inherently fierce and swift, vanishing in a flash, yet here it seemed to have become something tangible, as docile as a tamed spirit creature.
Of course, it was not actual thunder, but Dharma Gang that Fang Qianyuan had created by transforming his own spirit essence through Yang transformations.
"Dharma Gang and Dharma Power can actually resemble natural thunder so closely? Although this is partly because they all belong to Yin-Yang Escape and arise from Yin-Yang transformations, does it also suggest that the human body and the natural world share something in common?"
After successfully refining Dharma Gang, Fang Qianyuan looked at the Past King with a trace of puzzlement on his face.
Although he had grasped the essence of the Past King's Dharma Gang by unraveling the secrets of his power, this power itself remained deeply unfamiliar to him. He knew even less about how to refine it further into Dharma Power and restore its original form.
The Past King, however, seemed scared out of his wits. He stood utterly motionless, his entire body rigid.
"It... melted!"
"He actually melted my Dharma Gang!"
Shock filled him. Cowed by the Dharma Gang surrounding him, he