No one knew how much time had passed. In the secluded chamber, flowers, grasses, and ancient trees abruptly sprouted around the spot where Shi Yi sat cross-legged. All were formed from lightning, yet they were lifelike, as though real.
He had grasped the aspect of vitality within thunder.
The thunder dao was not merely the most powerful offensive art in the world, a symbol of destruction. It had another side, one brimming with vitality. Moreover, the life nurtured within utter destruction was all the more precious.
This was a good beginning. It meant that Shi Yi's attainment in the thunder dao had truly crossed the threshold into a higher realm.
Countless beings who cultivated thunder methods could spend their entire lives without approaching this domain, yet Shi Yi had already achieved something before even becoming a god.
And this was far from over. It was only the beginning.
Plants emerged one after another from the ground around Shi Yi, while dazzling flowers of the thunder dao blossomed, their beauty stunning the mortal world.
At that moment, arcs of electricity also appeared within his liver, which corresponded to the laws of wood. They released boundless vitality that flowed into every limb and bone.
When this transformation reached its peak, all the lightning plants withered in an instant and vanished, replaced by azure liquid.
A little stream flowed slowly, crystalline and clear, its surface shimmering. There were even fish swimming merrily within it.
This was not real water, but lightning transformed. Accomplishing such a feat was extraordinarily difficult, beyond the reach of ordinary cultivators who had crossed the threshold. It required exceptional comprehension; only then could one unravel the most intricate laws.
Shi Yi's eyes shone brilliantly. Threads of lightning fell from them and merged into the lightning stream. Gradually, it became