"Now!"
About half an hour after the heavy rain began, Daoist Master Jianxian suddenly spoke.
Cheng Xinzhan did not hesitate in the slightest. Taking aim at a bolt of lightning that had just emerged from the thunderclouds, he sent the silver-purple High Truth shooting from the mountaintop toward the heavens, as though the sword itself had turned into lightning.
But before High Truth left the mountaintop, a streak of golden light on another peak moved even faster, shooting skyward at a speed no slower than the Dharma Sword.
Almost simultaneously with High Truth, two small crimson flags rose from the third mountaintop, though they were somewhat slower than High Truth and the golden light.
Cheng Xinzhan had no attention to spare for the golden light or crimson radiance. His entire focus was on the Dharma Sword. Guiding High Truth from afar with his magical power, he sent it straight to the height of the clouds from the outset to intercept the lightning just emerging from them.
High Truth had already transformed into silver and purple radiance chasing each other, as though about to merge with the lightning between heaven and earth, yet it flew upward against the current. He paid no attention to the other two peaks, but the dazzling High Truth drew the others' attention, slowing both the golden light and the crimson radiance a fraction.
Zzt-
Without the slightest deviation, the Dharma Sword struck the tip of the lightning bolt. Sword tip met electric radiance, like two bolts launched from heaven and earth joining together. Watching from the side, Daoist Master Jianxian could not help admiring it. Whatever else might be said, this Dharma Sword looked truly magnificent, as though it had been born to draw down lightning.
When High Truth touched the lightning, Cheng Xinzhan saw clearly