Late autumn, year 10049 of the Yulan Calendar.
Deep within the Dark Forest, Wangcai sat cross-legged in the very center of the cultivation chamber in the Metal Castle, his eyes tightly shut as lightning silently danced through his fur.
Bebe crouched in a corner, unusually quiet, his little eyes fixed unblinkingly on his good brother.
Beirut stood at the entrance to the cultivation chamber, holding that seemingly bottomless cup of tea, his gaze calm.
"Humm-"
The whole world seemed to tremble faintly. That pulse spread from deep within the Metal Castle, and the laws of the world descended.
Drawn by those laws, the Lightning Element Lowgod Divine Spark inside Wangcai flew out of his body and hovered above his head.
The Divine Spark slowly revolved in the air, transforming into an intermediate Divine Spark under the tempering of the laws of the world.
The laws of the world slowly dissipated.
The Lightning Element Divine Spark spun, radiating the divine pressure of a Middle God, before sinking back into Wangcai's body.
Wangcai opened his eyes, a flash of lightning flickering through his purple irises. Feeling the Lightning Element Divine Power within him surging several times more strongly than before, he stood and walked toward Beirut.
"Grandpa Beirut, I did it."
Beirut looked at the purple-haired youth before him and nodded in satisfaction.
Three years, from having just become a Lowgod to comprehending the thunder element profound mystery and becoming a Middle God-even in a Higher Plane, that speed would have earned him the title of genius.
The little fellow Wangcai normally kept a low profile, unlike the boisterous Bebe, but even Beirut could find no fault with his focus when cultivating.
"Good! You comprehended the thunder element profound mystery in just three years. Wangcai, your aptitude for comprehension may not match