I forge immortality with spiritual treasures.

Chapter 133 Sky Thunder
The summer sun has not yet faded, and the autumn shadows are beginning to rise. Yin and Yang clash, and thunderstorms occur frequently.

On that day, a thin red light was seen traveling swiftly beneath the clouds a thousand miles to the east of the outer mountain of Xuandu.

Within the crimson light was a young Taoist priest in flowing robes, his body wreathed in flames that flickered and surged, moving like lightning amidst the clouds.

This is precisely what should be explained.

A few days ago, he made full preparations and left the immortal abode to wait for the thunderstorm in the Wanchong Mountains.

Of course, with his level of cultivation, he was not capable of sensing a thunderstorm from thousands of miles away. However, cultivators are knowledgeable about celestial phenomena and the principles of Yin and Yang, and by observing the flow of Qi in the world, it is not difficult for them to make some calculations.

Moreover, Ying Chan also possesses the Heavenly Pearl, which aids in the external manifestation of myriad phenomena and transformations.

Early this morning, he calculated that thunderclouds might be forming in this direction, so he hurried here.

After flying for a long time, gazing at the horizon, Ying Chan finally saw a thick, leaden color and his spirits lifted immediately: "Indeed, a thunderstorm is about to occur."

The thunder was fierce.

When cultivators are flying away, they usually choose to avoid thunderclouds.

Although Ying Chan came for the thunderstorm, he would not blindly rush into it.

He lowered his altitude, just above the green mountains, and flew into the range of thunderclouds. Immediately, a strange feeling arose within him.

Looking up, I saw leaden clouds rolling in, as if an invisible hand was pressing down on the thick clouds. There was no thunder or lightning, but a sense of urgency already hung in my heart.

Ying Chan swept through the mountains and found that many creatures had already hidden themselves, which showed the might of Heaven.

"This is thunder."

Ying Chan seemed to have gained some insight.

During this period, he read the "Xuandu Yiqi Leiheng Book" over and over again and gained some insights. As a result, he truly felt the brewing of thunderclouds and suddenly had a different understanding.

"So-called thunder magic must possess sound, power, energy, and momentum, with none of these aspects being lacking..."

As Ying Chan pondered this in his heart, he looked around and discovered that several mountain peaks stood near the center of the thunderclouds.

These mountains are all quite high and steep, and although they are close to the thunderclouds, they do not enter them, which is just right for intercepting and gathering the essence of thunder.

Ying Chan's eyes lit up, and he immediately fled to the summit.

Before he even arrived, he vaguely saw a figure occupying a peak. Ying Chan's heart stirred slightly, and upon closer inspection, he saw that it was a man.

This man was of extraordinary stature, dressed in a purple robe, with long hair flowing freely. He sat cross-legged on the mountaintop, his hands resting naturally on his knees. His sleeves and long hair fluttered in the wind, exuding a free and unrestrained spirit.

Suddenly, Ying Chan arrived, and the purple-robed man's gaze met his, and he nodded slightly at him.

Ying Chan was somewhat surprised, but assumed it was just a thunder magic cultivator who happened to be here waiting for the heavenly thunder.

Moreover, this place is close to the outer mountain of Xuandu and the Daoist academy, and they might even be fellow disciples. Therefore, he simply cupped his hands in return and then descended to another peak.

The two remained silent, simply waiting.

Not long after, a thunderous roar suddenly resounded!
Soon after, a torrential downpour began, soaking the green hills.

Looking up, Ying Chan could see lightning rolling and electric snakes darting among the leaden clouds, with occasional thunderclaps and bolts of lightning descending from the sky. However, most of them did not touch the earth before dissipating between heaven and earth.

Ying Chan glanced at the man in purple robes and noticed that he didn't make a move, which puzzled him.

However, the heavenly thunder had already struck, and he had no time to think about it. Ying Chan withdrew his gaze, then waved his sleeve, sending out two banners that flew out and stood on the mountaintop, one to the north and one to the south.

These are the array flags he purchased at the Linlang Courtyard. If he were to intercept the essence of thunder and accidentally attract lightning, these flags would provide some protection, giving him a chance to escape unscathed.

After setting up the battle flags, Ying Chan took out a pill from his sleeve and held it under his tongue without swallowing.

This pill can dissipate the power of thunder, so even if there is any oversight, it can protect his body from damage.

Having made sufficient preparations, Ying Chan then slightly closed his eyes, released his divine sense, and attempted to extend it towards the sky.

In his perception, the essence of thunder in the clouds surged endlessly.

Unfortunately, Ying Chan was unable to extract the essence of thunder from it. The thunder in the clouds possessed the power to destroy all things. With his limited cultivation, if he tried to probe into the thunderclouds, his thoughts would be immediately extinguished by the thunder, and he would probably damage his soul.

The thunderous essence that filled the air as the heavenly lightning descended was Ying Chan's true target.

He tried to connect his thoughts with the essence of thunder—

thunderbolt!

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning appeared in mid-air and struck Ying Chan!

This was not heavenly lightning, but rather a thought that touched upon the essence of thunder, as if a meridian had been built between the human body and the essence of thunder, and the essence of thunder instantly surged along this meridian.

This is the method of communion in the "Mysterious Capital One Qi Thunder Heng Book".

On a nearby mountain peak, the man in purple robes, upon witnessing this scene, suddenly revealed a smile that was neither a smile nor a frown.

Ying Chan was unaware of this. Although he kept a sliver of thought to be wary of the outside world, most of his attention was focused on his body.

Lei Heng's book contains more than a dozen methods for collecting the essence of thunder, such as refining magical artifacts to absorb the essence of thunder, or using an altar to guide the essence of thunder, etc. Among them, the method of communion is the most direct and the most dangerous. Naturally, if one can master it, it will also be the most efficient.

Ying Chan drew in the essence of thunder, and his body trembled instantly. He felt streams of violent energy escaping and surging within his body, causing his flesh to tingle and his bones to ache.

He hurriedly channeled his magical power, and it took him quite a while to subdue and control these violent energies. Following the methods in Lei Heng's book, he circulated the energy throughout his body, refining it into Thunder True Energy, also known as Thunder Essence, which was then returned to the newly opened Dharma Aperture.

One round of this exercise takes nearly a quarter of an hour.

Generally speaking, thunder doesn't last long. Ying Chan estimated that the thunder here would stop in at most half an hour.

Therefore, he dared not delay for even a moment. After refining the thunder essence in his body, he once again released his divine sense to try to communicate with the thunder essence.

Thus, three times in a row, lightning flashed in the air three times. Ying Chan's internal energy channels had accumulated a small portion of pure lightning essence, which, when viewed internally, resembled liquid gold and mercury, with occasional bursts of electric light.

Ying Chan turned back from his inner vision, and couldn't help but show a hint of excitement.

He glanced at the sky and saw that the thunder was beginning to subside. He was about to press on and draw the essence of thunder into his body once more.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, the man in purple robes suddenly stood up, his feet firmly planted on the peak, and he looked up at the thunderclouds with an air of towering spirit!

Seeing this, Ying Chan slowed his movements slightly, just about to see what the man intended to do, when he heard a loud shout that shook the earth and the heavens! It even overpowered the thunderous roar.

Immediately, bolts of lightning rained down, and electric snakes wove a large net in mid-air.

Strangely, all the heavenly lightning bolts converged in one direction, eventually coalescing into an incomparably dazzling beam of light—

Finally, the purple-robed man gently inhaled it all and took it into his mouth.

(End of this chapter)