With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal-Chapter 508 - 468: Struck by Heavenly Tribulation, Meng Chuan Enters the Dharma Realm and Receives Enlightenment, True Martial Displays Divine Power! (6K Double - ) _2
The leaden clouds pressed heavily against the horizon, swallowing the noonday sun.
The air was as suffocating as an airtight jar, as if a storm was brewing.
Gradually, an unknown wind swept through, carrying sand and causing the shadows of trees to slant.
Inside Yuxu Palace, the wind seeped through the window sill, stirring the "True Martial Dao Scripture" placed beside Chen Tuan.
This is akin to the Broken Demon Heroic Sword, a core item of True Martial legacy.
The wind blew, and the sound of the pages flipping was incessant.
Though the wind continued, the pages remained steadfastly on that one page:
"The thunder is the blade, the wind and rain the guard. I, by Fengtian’s decree, purge the demonic aura. With evil present, let lightning and fire burn the body. Obstacles shall be swept away by the fierce wind. The way of heaven is clear, safeguarding the people!"
...
Meng Chuan finished a set of punches, standing firm to gather his stance.
He looked up at the sky and remarked:
"The sky is gloomy, the wind rises, the clouds gather, a sign that the thunder division descends and the heavenly sovereign displays power..."
In plain terms, it’s going to thunder and rain...
Meng Chuan has been learning the Taoist scripture well lately, idly mouthing such phrases...
In the morning, the sky was clear, a picture of good weather.
By noon, suddenly a fierce wind arose.
He stretched out his hand, under the pull of the kidney water, strands of moisture in the air gathered into beads and rolled off his palm.
Turning to look at the grass and trees beside him, all carried dew.
This all indicates that the moisture content in the air is high, a mountain storm is imminent.
Meng Chuan understood, his opportunity had finally arrived!
Dingzhu Peak is the highest peak of Wudang.
The mountain path is twisting, and he quickly passes through the stone slab-built passageway.
On the way up the mountain, there was already slight rain falling.
The leaden clouds rolling atop the mountain occasionally rumbling.
No doubt about it, thunder is coming.
...
Reaching the summit, the scenery was unobstructed.
Only one place in the southeast corner of his view had a fog that never dissipated.
He once approached it, but his senses did not penetrate it, nor did any sign appear.
Meng Chuan knew that it was Yuxu Palace, the place where Master Chen prayed to the True Martial Emperor.
He glanced at it again, paying no more attention, and focused on his own affairs.
His senses transformed into a hand, reaching into his waist token for a grasp, extracting the Nine Heavens Thunder Killing Talisman.
He adhered it to his chest, and his mental power contacted and activated it.
After a moment, the talisman trembled slightly.
Uncertain if it was blown by the wind or if it resonated with his mental power.
After a while, threads of light appeared on the talisman, tracing the Taoist rhyme depicted there.
Seeing this, Meng Chuan’s heart eased, no longer supplying mental power to it; the talisman had started taking effect.
He sat down cross-legged, his heart facing the sky.
Time slowly passed, storm and rain entangled, yet no thunder fell...
Meng Chuan opened his eyes, feeling a hint of helplessness.
"Activated it, can I still retract it..."
Could the thunder talisman be wasted, three million is a lot... 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚
Then he stood up, his gaze turned to the thick clouds overhead.
The feeling of thunder not coming, unsure what this cloud means, feigned a strike against him?
Meng Chuan prepared to descend the mountain, the rain gradually lessening, what is there to linger for.
Retracting his gaze, yet in his peripheral vision, he suddenly noticed a scene he had never seen before.
That perpetually unclear fog had entirely dissipated in his line of sight.
"Because of the rain, did the cloud and fog obscuration of Yuxu Palace get pierced?"
Meng Chuan stood still, squinting, gazing from the mountain top down toward Yuxu Palace.
"Such a large palace, wait, it seems someone is coming out from inside..."
He squinted tighter, sharp as a hawk’s eye, his vision spanning over a thousand meters.
He saw a small figure carrying a long-handled object, walking out of Yuxu Palace.
Standing still at the plaza outside the palace, then stood rigidly.
"This person, should be Master Chen then, finally emerged from seclusion, remarkable..."
Meng Chuan was quite emotional, waiting so long, finally able to go to the Xuanwu Dharma Realm.
Coming back to his senses, he noticed Master Chen starting to move.
He saw the other raise the object high, a small black dot pointing to the sky.
"Casting the spell?"
Meng Chuan just had this thought when an awe-inspiring scene abruptly unveiled!
Purple lightning danced like dragons; thunder seemed to drum the heavens, the leaden clouds shattered inch by inch.
He saw lightning erupt fiercely from the object in Master Chen’s hand, all the heavens’ thunder congregating around him.
Meng Chuan felt quite emotional, for the talisman stuck to his own chest was incomparable to what truly was a lightning rod the other wielded.
The leaden clouds didn’t want to thunder, yet were forcibly coaxed!
"Wait a minute, the summoned thunder, where is it being sent?"
Meng Chuan’s first reaction was to rip off the talisman stuck to his chest and discard it.
But it was already too late.
Lightning surged like living water upon Master Chen’s sword body.
The sword flashed with billions of glints, erupting instantly!
"Uh..."
Meng Chuan’s eyes were filled with terrifying electric light, sensing only one thing.
That was, he seemed to be about to be cooked...
Layer upon layer of hard skill armor successively shattered, protective treasure light exploded like star dust.
Inside the consciousness sea, it was like a large overturned jar, a murky mess.
Internally, organs surged as if pounded by a heavy hammer, internal membranes before thunder were as if nonexistent.
Agonizing pain infused both inside and outside his body, his consciousness floated in the sea of suffering, yet there was always a sliver of determination in steadfast support.
This determination, like a street lamp, was his Martial Arts will standing firm.
At this moment, a strange warmth emerged all over his body.
It was just like...
Meng Chuan recalled, back at the mountain’s foot.
The toad-like Demon Path Martial Artist’s "spirit leaving the body" scene at death.
He seemed about to leave his body too...
He continued to resist this destructive force, his aura erupted around him, mental power exhausting completely spreading outward.
