Wind and clouds shifted between heaven and earth.
The sky, which had been fairly clear moments before, darkened in the blink of an eye. Thick clouds gathered, and fierce winds sprang up.
Lian Youming gazed up at the heavy thunderclouds, sensing the dense lightning energy suffusing the world. An indescribable killing aura seemed to fill and gather in the heights above-the killing aura of heaven itself.
The thunder and lightning of heaven and earth.
Without stopping once, Lian Youming climbed the low mountain, walking all the way to its highest point, the place closest to the sky.
But when he reached the summit, an odd look crossed his face. Jagged rocks covered the mountaintop, and lightning-scorched marks marred an area at its center.
At the center of those scorch marks stood a rock half a man's height. Yet this mountain rock was rather peculiar: half was encased in stone, while the other half gleamed with a metallic luster. It looked like iron ore, but repeated tempering by lightning and fire had already turned it into iron essence.
Lian Youming wanted to take a closer look, but when he came within half a meter of the rock, he suddenly sensed something wrong. Lowering his eyes, he saw that the hairs on his arms, along with the hair on his head, were standing on end. His expression changed drastically, and he retreated at once without a second thought.
The next second, the sky flashed bright and dark.
Boom!
A thunderbolt plunged from the sky and struck the rock.
Flying stone fragments grazed Lian Youming's cheek, leaving a bloody mark.
But none of that mattered. Sensing the terrifying thunder force and the lightning energy diffusing through the air, he felt as though he had fallen into an ice cavern. Goosebumps rose all over