With a rumble, thunder exploded.
Between flashes of light and darkness, two figures faced each other across the rain.
As the thunder reached his ears, Lian Youming straightened and extended his left hand into the wind and rain.
He stretched it to its limit, as though reaching up to connect with the lightning.
At this moment, in his perception, heaven and earth were like a pool of water, the thunderclap a boulder crashing into it. The mighty peal was like the invisible ripples it stirred, and like everything beneath the waterfall at Three-Tiered Spring.
What he reached for was the qi dynamics in the air, as though dipping his hand into water.
In an instant, under Xue Hen's intent gaze, the fine hairs on Lian Youming's left arm began to rise from his fingertips, one after another, spreading down his entire arm and sweeping across his whole body. Every pore sealed shut, his essence and qi gathered tighter, and his body and spirit grew more firmly united as one.
Martial inner strength, in the end, was merely the product of surging internal breath and vibrating muscles.
Yet this thunder seemed to contain a peculiar rhythm as well.
Connecting with the thunder above meant drawing that rhythm into his body and making it his own, bringing his muscles and bones into resonance with it to generate an Unusual Force. As expected of a method that could avert the scattered power tribulation, it was truly extraordinary.
After all, once the tribulation arrived, body and spirit would disintegrate, and essence and qi would leak away. One's own strength could scarcely resist it; only outside power could help.
The old medicine Li Da had seized back then probably counted as a kind of outside power too.
Witnessing this wondrous transformation, the distant spectators could