The tribulation lightning had an effect that Tian Wei did not expect nor that the Tribulation itself excepted.
This potent energy surged through his very core, summoning forth a metamorphosis that was not weakening him but strengthening him.
It coursed through the deepest recesses of his being, resurrecting vivid memories of his birth, intertwining with his essence that was forged in the furnace of iron, fire, divine blood, and celestial lightning.
The Tribulation lightning was not antithetical to his nature, as he was also forged in lightning. It sought to dismantle him, only to rebuild him with unyielding might.
Wan Dan's energy flowed like the endless radiance of a supernova from her finger into his forehead. Together with the explosive power emanating from the tribulation, her touch ignited a profound transformation within Tian Wei.
It was as though he stood upon the anvil of creation, his form was being remodeled. It was as though he was being reforged. As though he was being remade.
"You prove to be more trouble than I thought," proclaimed the immortal Wan Dan, her finger pressing with increasing intensity upon Tian Wei's forehead. The lightning, similar to a formidable fusion of electricity and the gravitational pull of a celestial beam, bore down upon Tian Wei with unrelenting force.
The power emanating from Wan Dan cascaded forth with the grandeur of a colossal waterfall, its currents spreading like undulating ripples and tidal waves, spanning vast expanses of hundreds of thousands of miles.
Through her sheer strength alone, this spinning orb of a planet was held steadfast, preventing its fragmentation and the dispersal of its constituent parts.
And her strange power rained down on Tian Wei like a hurricane, his very essence and spirit was transformed. Choosing to embrace this transformation, he felt himself cut off from immortality, he felt himself lost in a sea of light. Caught in a state of limbo, his consciousness was lost to the blinding light that engulfed him.
Tian Wei, overwhelmed by the transformative surge, collapsed in a resplendent golden mass.
Sensing a power that surpassed its own understanding, the sentient-like tribulation made a prudent retreat, recognizing the incomprehensible might that were at play. The heavens closed, the currents of energy ceased their flow, and a sudden calm descended, a respite that was both revitalizing and equally jolting.
"I told you- you will retrieve that thing for me," Wan Dan said, addressing the limp figure of Tian Wei.
With a graceful motion, she raised her hand, and space obediently parted, forcibly extracting Xuan Yi from the concealed realm. Caught between conflicting emotions, Xuan Yi found himself unsure whether his heart should be assuaged by the liberation from the beast that was awakening in that realm, or if it should tremble in the face of the unfathomable might possessed by Wan Dan.
Upon beholding the prone golden blazing form of Tian Wei, unconscious and vulnerable on the ground, Xuan Yi felt his heart fracture, the shards of emotions piercing his very soul.
A tempest of emotion flooded his soul. An elixir of rage, sorrow, astonishment, vengeance, bewilderment, and a peculiar void stirred within him, mingling in a tumultuous concoction.
He closed his eyes, allowing his thoughts to hush, and his chi to extend into the realm of absolute tranquility.
In that sacred space, his strength surged like a chain reaction of radioactive energy. The waning energy of the Mystery of Breathrough reappeared before his eyes. The energy came within his reach- a crystalline expanse like an endless lucid ocean.
He felt its surging waves like a tempest, and the serene depths akin to a bottomless abyss.
Opening his eyes, a glint of murderous intent flickered within the depths of his perfectly black beads.
He exuded an aura that defied restraint. Standing there in that moment it was as though nothing in the world could impede or stop him, and nothing in the world could daunt or scare him.
His garment bellowed in the calm breezy day and his form stood tall like an apex predator.
Wan Dan's lips curled once more into that enigmatic, mischievous smile she had worn before.
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I toyed with the idea of calling this chapter 'Jubilee' since it's the fiftieth one. But then I realized that none of my chapter titles have ever made sense, so why change that now? So... 'Coming Out' it is. 🤷♀️😜
Just a heads up: I will not publish a chapter on Saturday. But I'll do two chapters on Sunday.
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