He Daoran stared at the pillars of lightning without moving.
The video ended. He did not return the phone.
Silence.
A long silence.
Zhang Junnian could not wait any longer and leaned closer. "Grandmaster, this video is real. It happened just a few hours ago. Little Japan's Yasukuni Shrine got struck again. It's gone viral all over the foreign internet. A lot of Japanese users filmed it right there."
He Daoran ignored him.
He set down the phone and closed his eyes.
An image surfaced in his mind.
Deep within the Scripture Pavilion on Dragon-Tiger Mountain, on the stone wall that was never open to outsiders.
A picture was carved into that wall.
In it, dozens of bolts of purple lightning descended from the sky, falling straight down. Beneath the pillars of lightning, a shriveled, pitch-black monster was being consumed by purple light.
Beside the picture was an inscription written personally by Zhang Jixian, the thirtieth Celestial Master-
"In the autumn of the second year of Xuanhe, a drought demon ravaged Jiangnan. The fields were utterly destroyed, and the people could no longer survive. I carried the Purple Firmament Divine Thunder Talisman to Poyang and activated it to summon lightning. Forty-nine bolts of heavenly lightning descended, burning the drought demon to nothing."
Forty-nine bolts.
Purple.
Falling straight down.
Exactly like the scene in the video.
He Daoran's fingers began to tremble uncontrollably.
And just the day before yesterday, they had personally presented that Purple Firmament Divine Thunder Talisman to Chen Lin.
Zhang Jinling had thought of it too.
Their eyes met.
No words were needed. That single glance conveyed enough-
The senior really had activated that talisman.
A Talisman Treasure crafted by a Core Formation cultivator.
In the hands of people like them, who could not even draw qi into