Wind and thunder howled.
The Thunder Pavilion stood beside the Clear-Turbid River. It towered beyond the heavenly clouds, its frame built of dark, precious timber, with silver-white and sky-blue thunder cascading down it like waterfalls.
Xu Xuan knew the silver thunder intimately. It was yang-destruction thunder, thunder that inflicted punishment and dissolved bodies, damaging Dharma Bodies-the yang aspect of altar thunder. In truth, it shared quite a few traits with divine thunder.
Above the clouds, Xu Xuan stood in a deep-purple dragon robe, his gaze flashing like lightning as he carefully sensed his surroundings.
Whenever sky-blue sky thunder leaped out, it transformed into all manner of strange beings: thunder spirits with the faces of gods and ghosts, or graceful, alluring celestial sprites. It was utterly unlike the way of seasonal winds and rains expounded by the Upper Firmament tradition.
"This is a more primordial form of sky thunder."
These thunder spirits and sprites mated and frolicked amid the wind and rain, only to be pierced an instant later by chains of chilling silver thunder, letting out shrieks like owls and eagles.
Altar thunder and sky thunder shattered together, falling onto the pavilion and becoming the blue-white thunder waterfalls pouring down its sides.
"Not a Dharma Method that brings altar thunder and sky thunder to fruition together, but one that suppresses sky thunder with altar thunder?"
If Xu Xuan was not mistaken, this pavilion had been taken from the Thunder Palace, modified slightly, and set down here. In that case, this transformation that suppressed sky thunder with altar thunder had most likely been wrought by cultivators of the Ancient Thunder Palace.
Of the present Five Thunders, sky thunder should have been the gentlest. It was even frequently borrowed for witchcraft.
Yet the sky thunder displayed here was entirely different. It even