Thunder Marsh stretched boundlessly.
An ancient, primordial aura spread in all directions. Violet lightning surged, and thunderclaps roared, formless and immaterial, piercing the heavens and knocking great stars from the sky. The sight set the heart and soul astir.
Simply standing here, Xu Xuan could sense countless true meanings of Shock Thunder.
His eyes gradually turned a pure, deep violet, and the past and present of this Thunder Marsh revealed themselves endlessly within them.
The history of Shock Thunder and the secrets of its Dao fruit manifested before his eyes, one after another.
Countless towering figures reappeared within this world of Thunder Marsh. Some drummed their bellies to sound thunder, dwelling in the vast marsh to become divine sages; some listened to its rumbling and issued decrees, presiding over thunder from the Celestial Palace; some drew forth light and carried lightning in their mouths, entering the frigid pole to illuminate the long night; some wielded swords to command tribulations, ascending immortal mountains to apportion thunderbolts.
Xu Xuan's two eyes abruptly turned into liquid lightning and rolled down from their sockets.
His sockets were empty, with only violet divine radiance surging within, yet he felt he could see even more clearly.
Chaos qi rose ceaselessly at the heart of Thunder Marsh. Countless deep-violet thunderbolts surged through it, cycling and intertwining, born from the interplay of Yin-Yang as the first sound.
His hands were holding that scroll of Dao Text. Chaos qi flowed across it and cascaded into the marsh. Only the scroll was visible; his body had vanished from sight.
Ancient characters began to manifest one after another. Thunderbolt surged, making the scroll of Dao Text as heavy as a mountain.
Pressures laden with terror, dread, and unpredictable fortune descended from nowhere, forcing Xu Xuan's Dharma Body lower, inch by inch.