Southern Capital, Great Void.
The aura of incense offerings coiled and swirled, golden divine thunder darting through it. Heavenly soldiers stood in formation, their faces like cold iron, their killing aura surging skyward and churning the heavens into a golden blaze. Two figures could be seen above the layers of thunderclouds. Leading them was a tall, handsome man in green robes, silver lightning in the heavens resonating with his body. "So this is the Thunder Department?"
Like a thief, Wen Guang huddled close behind Liu Xingfang, occasionally sneaking a glance at the scenery.
"What are you afraid of?"
Liu Xingfang felt rather helpless. Aside from answering the Thunder Department's summons, he had come to temper his newly forged sword of divine thunder.
According to Wen Guang, nowhere in the world was better suited to the task than the Great Li Thunder Department. After all, it housed a divine thunder Dharma Treasure, which could raise the Sword Artifact's power to the greatest possible extent.
"I'm a spirit monster. What I fear most is altar thunder, which destroys and condemns nature and life. Second is divine thunder, which cleaves the flawed and slays the waning."
Wen Guang looked tense, faint strands of golden lightning flashing past beside him:
"We spirit monsters are naturally regarded as incomplete things. Some lack wholeness in nature and life, some are missing cause and effect, and some are born too early or mature too late... And divine thunder excels at cleaving the flawed, slaying the waning, and annihilating imperfections. Of course I'm afraid!"
Beside him, Liu Xingfang shook his head. Over the past few years, his sword-forging affairs had brought him into frequent contact with Wen Guang, and he had had quite enough of the other man's incessant chatter. Still, Wen Guang was entirely right about one