The scene before their eyes seemed like a divine miracle.
Bolts of lightning tore through the sky, crashing onto the Golden Hall, then transforming into rolling balls of thunder fire, energetic and wild.
Not only that, the entire rooftop of the Golden Hall appeared to be coated with a layer of gold foil. The ridge of the hall and the ridge beasts, such as dragons, phoenixes, horses, fish, and lions, shone brilliantly, as if light bulbs had been turned on.
Even Wang Daoxuan widened his eyes, let alone Li Yan.
"Don't wait, hurry!"
The Daoist leading the way became anxious, "There's no telling when the thunderstorm will stop. If you miss this chance, you'll have to wait at least another ten or more days."
Autumn had set in, and significant thunderstorms were indeed rare.
Li Yan and his companion dared not delay any longer. They quickened their pace, following the Daoist through two corridors to the outside of the Golden Hall.
