Harness the celestial right of thunder’s dominion!

At the thunder’s roar, the very fabric of the star-strewn void contorted. Countless bolts of lightning, summoned from the ether, converged upon Wang Lin. A sight to shake the heavens and earth, its echoing thunder reverberated far and wide, stirring forth even more celestial fury.

A mimicry of tribulation’s wrath!

The crimson-clad Yu Fei, a flicker of amusement in his eyes, cast his gaze skyward and unleashed a chilling laugh, devoid of warmth.

“Well done! Now you exude the aura worthy of a true Luo Tian Celestial Thunderbringer. It would have been a waste for this Yu to personally claim your head. If you meet your end, you shall smile content in the nine springs, knowing you were vanquished by the hand of the esteemed Yu, a feat reserved only for the renowned!”

“Arrogance!” Wang Lin’s voice was as cold as winter steel. With a flick of his right hand, the thunderous power between heaven and earth intensified manifold. Thunderbolts converged from tens of thousands of leagues, transforming the stellar expanse into a seething lake of lightning when viewed from above.

At that instant, the thunderous lake, in a deafening symphony, began to shrink, contracting fiercely, its epicentre the very location of Yu Fei!

The speed of this compression was astounding, each contraction igniting even more terrifying peals of thunder, a deluge that painted the starscape as a hellish domain, a battle of apocalyptic scale!

The frantic compression rent the celestial sphere, fissures yawning open in the void. From these rifts, icy winds howled after each thunderous explosion, a spectacle of breathtaking terror!

The roaring thunder escalated, the speed of contraction increased further, as if those tens of thousands of leagues were being sculpted into a shrinking circle, its inexorable target the crimson-clad figure at its heart.

As the circle shrank, the thunderous power intensified, pressed to an almost unimaginable degree.

Such power, as if condensing tens of thousands of leagues of lightning into a single, infinitely potent point, transcended even the cataclysm of a celestial tribulation!

During this frenzied contraction and condensation, every other sound was silenced in the star-realm. Even the two avatars engaged in combat with the Great-Headed Boy and Ta Shan retreated swiftly, their eyes widened with caution and dread.

In a heartbeat, the tens of thousands of leagues of the thunderous lake, as if a colossal wave, crashed directly into the fifty-foot perimeter defended by Yu Fei’s thirty-five flying swords and five avatars!

A deafening cataclysm erupted, as if the entire star-realm convulsed. The thunderous force, compressed and focused from tens of thousands of leagues, slammed against the swarm of flying swords.

One crimson sword, quivering violently, shattered with a deafening crack. Simultaneously, others followed in a chain reaction, splintering into countless fragments of lightning-laced shards that spiralled away.

But this was not the end. The remaining swords, battered by the earth-shattering impact, disintegrated one by one amidst the echoing cracks, pulverized by the condensed thunder’s furious onslaught.

In but a fleeting moment, all thirty-five swords were obliterated. The thunderous power, unyielding, surged forth with unstoppable momentum, aimed directly at Yu Fei!

Fifty feet, a mere blink in the face of such power!

As the surrounding thunder contracted and converged, the five avatars transformed into five crimson greatswords, plunging into the void a mere ten feet from Yu Fei’s body. At the instant of their descent, they were engulfed by the concentrated lightning, convulsing violently, the sound of cracking stone ominously audible.

Yu Fei, however, remained composed, his gaze fixed upon Wang Lin, stating calmly, “I underestimated your mastery of thunder, it is true. However, before me, it is not enough!” With a gesture, he retrieved an object from his storage pouch.

It was a branch, seemingly unremarkable, yet radiating an ancient and overwhelming aura of history.

“The Killing Domain’s most prized treasure, a remnant of the Celestial Thunderwood Tree. The Realm Lord himself said it could quell your thunder and turn it against you. Behold, as Yu dispels your Heavenly Thunder!” Yu Fei declared, casting the branch forward. At the same moment, the five crimson swords, which had stood as a bulwark against the lightning, recoiled, opening a path.

The instant the crimson blades retreated, the thunderous force, now unimpeded, surged toward Yu Fei. Yet, in that very instant, the lightning seemed to break free of Wang Lin’s command, veering in unison toward the branch.

Amidst the thunderous cacophony, the branch devoured the tens of thousands of leagues of condensed lightning. As bolts of celestial energy crackled around it, Yu Fei stood beside it, a cruel smirk on his face. The lightning seemed to ignore him entirely, all of it rushing to fuel the branch’s insatiable hunger, leaving him untouched.

Even Wang Lin’s face darkened.

“With your cultivation at the initial stage of Void Gazer, only a miracle can save you. Before me, you are nothing! It is time for this to end!” Yu Fei’s eyes blazed with murderous intent. With a single step, he pierced through the tempest of thunder, advancing upon Wang Lin, five swords whistling around him, laced with their own malevolent aura.

Wang Lin retreated, his eyes locked upon Yu Fei, and said softly, “I will gift you a miracle!” As he stepped back, ripples formed in the space around his feet, and with that step, his form vanished.

Yu Fei paused, his pupils constricting, and his vital force surged forth, erupting in a storm within a radius of dozens of feet, seeking to shatter the illusion, but still found no trace of Wang Lin.

Far from the Alliance Starfield, distant from Planet Suzaku, lay a world of cultivation, a planet rich in spiritual energy and home to a Level Six Cultivation Nation.

Within this world, six Level Five Cultivation Nations existed. Within one of these, known as the Falling Moon Sect, a woman stood outside the pill refining chambers at the rear of the mountain.

She wore a butterfly-patterned dress of pastel pink, youthful, with remarkable beauty. Upon her right eyebrow were scattered crystalline flecks that added to her captivating charm.

Her skin was like polished jade, her hair like flowing clouds, making her an entrancing figure.

“Senior Brother Wang, are you there? It’s Song Ying.” Her face was flushed with shyness, her voice as melodious as that of a nightingale. As she spoke, she peeked into the pill refining chambers with hopeful eyes.
Within the alchemist’s chamber, sat a lone figure. His crimson hair, the color of fresh blood, framed a face of chilling severity. Though he appeared to be no older than thirty summers, an aura of frost emanated from him, as though his presence alone could usher in the dead of winter.

A woman’s voice drifted from beyond the chamber walls. The man’s brow furrowed, and he uttered a frigid denial, “He is not here!” With that, he closed his eyes, resuming his meditative posture.

The woman outside, upon hearing the icy response, brightened with a joyful anticipation. She hastened her steps, pushing open the gates to the chamber courtyard and entering with a smile. “Senior Brother Wang,” she called, “I promise not to disturb you for long. I’ll only stay for a while.”

She stopped just outside the room where the man sat, choosing not to enter. Even from there, she could feel the waves of chilling air emanating from within. The frost seeped into her body, reddening her cheeks, yet bringing her a strange sense of comfort.

Her cultivation was tied to the power of cold, and she had long been stalled in her progress. The places within the sect where one could practice with such energies were beyond her reach. However, on a chance visit to this place to retrieve alchemical concoctions, she discovered that her own inner chill had increased significantly.

This revelation thrilled her. She began to visit regularly, eventually learning that a junior disciple named Wang Lin resided there.

He was a servant within the alchemist’s chamber, but she found him strangely enigmatic. Though he was a servant, she never witnessed him performing any duties. Even the Elder responsible for the chamber treated Wang Lin with marked respect, an encounter she chanced upon one day.

She felt a strange certainty that Wang Lin held secrets, that he was a man cloaked in mystery. For reasons she couldn’t quite understand, she felt compelled to unravel those secrets. The beneficial effects on her cultivation were an added incentive, so she came almost daily.

Wang Lin’s cold demeanor did not frighten her. On the contrary, it only fueled her desire to understand him. Her thoughts were increasingly consumed by his chilling presence.

Song Ying, cheeks flushed from the cold, sat in meditation, but this time, her heart raced, preventing her from achieving a meditative state. She touched the object hidden in her robes, hesitated, then, with a determined bite, softly spoke toward the room, “Senior Brother Wang, I…”

Before she could finish, the door flew open. Wang Lin stepped out, and as he did, the icy energy spread outwards in a torrent.

This “cold” was not true frost, but rather the lingering traces of spiritual energy drawn in by his Ancient God’s hunger. Though barely perceptible to Wang Lin, it was remarkably potent to others.

Fortunately, they were within the Medicine Garden’s alchemist chamber, a place already rich in spiritual energy, so the effect was not overly conspicuous.

His sudden appearance startled Song Ying, and the words caught in her throat. As she mustered her courage to speak again, she saw the Wang Lin of her thoughts rise into the air, vanishing into the heavens in the blink of an eye.

Song Ying’s face fell. She drew a sachet from her robes. It was filled with spiritual herbs she had personally gathered and sewn into the pouch, intended to steady the mind and calm the spirit.

In a single stride, the true body of Wang Lin burst from the mortal star, appearing in the desolate expanse of space. Before him, ripples shimmered, and from them stepped his clone, expressionless.

Without hesitation, the clone and the original body collided, as if one were stepping into the other. A flash of emerald light marked their union, and the two became one.

After centuries of separation, Wang Lin’s clone and true body were joined once more!

An immense power surged forth, erupting from Wang Lin’s being and washing across the stars.

The union of true body and clone, the merging of Ancient God and Qi Condenser, caused thunderous booms to echo within Wang Lin’s frame, as though countless lightning bolts were unleashed within him. A torrent of electrical light pulsed through his body.

Wang Lin’s left eye held the essence of the sun, his right, the luminescence of the moon. His crimson hair was no more, fused with the clone’s ebony locks to become a cascade of violet that swayed without wind. The star of the Ancient God, once branded upon his brow, was now hidden by the source of his origin, revealing not a single trace.

“I will give you a miracle!” Wang Lin’s frigid voice echoed, amplifying into a colossal reverberation, resonating across the heavens. With a single step, his figure vanished into the void.