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"Boom~!"
Just as the former was admiring the destructive power of his Dou Technique, a sudden and violent thunderclap erupted from high above.
Hearing the sound, Lin Feng lifted his head, gazing up at the sky, which looked like a vast, somber curtain stretching endlessly overhead.
There, dark clouds had already gathered densely, and the low rumble of thunder rolled out continuously from within.
Moments later, a bolt of lightning tore through the thick clouds, its blinding light illuminating the gloomy mountain valley as if it were broad daylight.
"Heh, it's finally here."
With a soft chuckle, Lin Feng revealed a pair of crimson wings behind him at some unknown point. They quivered slightly.
With the sound of air being split, his figure soared toward the oppressive, dark clouds overhead.
Once he reached the appropriate height, Lin Feng moved his hand, and a scroll the color of lightning and thunder appeared.
On the scroll, the ancient characters for Three Thousand Lightning Movement glowed faintly with silvery sparks under the lightning's illumination.
Looking at the silver scroll in his hand, Lin Feng noticed that in this storm of thunder and lightning, the usually plain and unremarkable scroll was slowly emitting a faint warmth.
From time to time, he could even see tiny threads of silver lightning flickering from within.
"Looks like this scroll really is something special. No wonder the Dou Technique notes specifically mentioned the difficulty in crafting it."
With a sigh of admiration, Lin Feng gazed at the sky shrouded in lightning and thunder. He exhaled deeply, feeling a hint of nervousness rise in his heart.
If it were just a matter of resisting this lightning with his full strength, it would naturally be no problem.
But to cultivate this body movement Dou Technique, he had to draw the power of wind and thunder into his body.
Such an act—even a Dou Huang might risk serious injury.
Sensing the right moment had arrived, Lin Feng tightened his grip on the silver scroll.
At that moment, the four ancient characters "Three Thousand Lightning Movement" seemed as if they were about to burst from the scroll, continually radiating a soft silver glow.
Cross-legged beneath the stormy clouds pulsing with thunder and lightning, Lin Feng held the scroll flat in both hands.
A moment later, he suddenly tore open a special medicinal layer on the scroll's surface—one with a mild sealing effect.
As the scroll opened, an intense silver light suddenly shot out from within.
In an instant, it turned into a thick silver energy column of lightning that pierced straight into the dense cloud layer above.
The massive energy pillar was so intense that it could be clearly seen even from a hundred li away.
This sudden phenomenon—completely absent from the scroll's description—startled Lin Feng slightly.
Fortunately, the light column didn't last long before retracting rapidly with a "zzzt" back into the clouds above.
Eventually, it completely withdrew into the scroll once more.
"Good thing I flew far enough away. If the experts of Black-Corner Region had seen this, I probably wouldn't have been able to continue cultivating in peace."
Looking at the scroll now wrapped in a faint silver glow, Lin Feng silently thanked his own foresight.
Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes. His soul perception surged out of his body, enveloping the entire space around him.
Not long after he entered this state of awareness, as lightning continued to flicker across the sky, the silvery glow on the scroll grew increasingly intense.
Eventually, under the manipulation of some unseen force, the scroll slowly levitated into the air.
It came to a gradual stop at the level of Lin Feng's chest.
As the silver glow intensified, faint images began to emerge from the light.
Looking closely, they seemed to be figures dashing in various forms and postures.
Although the human shapes varied in appearance, each of them had silver lightning, like tiny electric serpents, coiled around their feet.
As the light shimmered, the energy figures suddenly seemed to come alive—breaking free from the glow and shooting upward into the sky.
Seeing this, Lin Feng immediately mobilized his powerful soul force—comparable to that of a sixth-tier alchemist—and drew all of the figures toward himself.
In the end, he channeled them entirely into his own mind.
As the strange, varied silhouettes kept flashing through his consciousness, a wisp of wind and thunder force hidden within them took the opportunity to enter Lin Feng's body.
On the surface of his skin, tiny streaks of lightning began to flash and arc.
Feeling the purple energy recklessly rampaging through his meridians, Lin Feng quickly summoned thick streams of Dou Qi from all directions within his body to chase down and suppress the invading wind and thunder force.
Eventually, at a junction point within his meridian network, he managed to surround a faint, silvery thread of misty energy.
Now that he'd caught this little troublemaker attempting to wreak havoc inside him, Lin Feng immediately surged his Dou Qi toward it in full force.
Of course, that wisp of wind and thunder energy wasn't about to just sit there and wait to be destroyed. It sparked with purple lightning as it launched a counterattack against the surging crimson Dou Qi.
As crimson and silver light collided and intertwined, the pain that Lin Feng so loathed flared up again in his meridians.
Thankfully, the isolated and unsupported purple lightning gradually began to dissipate under the fierce assault of the crimson Dou Qi.
Moments later, the core essence of the wind and thunder force emerged within Lin Feng's spiritual awareness.
Sensing this minuscule core of wind and thunder, Lin Feng immediately drew it in and began absorbing it.
But that core also sensed danger—it began to violently struggle.
It was only now that Lin Feng truly understood why Three Thousand Lightning Movement came with so many warnings.
At this moment inside his body, streaks of silver lightning and sharp wind blades were rampaging wildly along the crystalline walls of his meridians, causing destruction as they went.
Fortunately, when he refined the Core Fire Lotus Seed earlier, the energy within it had already strengthened his physical body.
So although the pain was intense, it was still bearable.
Time passed quietly as he continued cultivating.
By the time the next morning arrived, the thick storm clouds that had once blanketed the sky had completely disappeared without a trace.
In their place, warm rays of gentle sunlight poured down.
High in the sky, the fine arcs of purple lightning dancing across Lin Feng's skin slowly receded back into his body.
A moment later, his eyes snapped open—and a bolt of purple lightning flashed rapidly through them.
"Hoo… as expected of a body movement technique that can rival a Mid-Grade Earth Class Dou Technique. Even someone at the Dou Wang level like me finds it difficult to cultivate."
Looking down at the silver scroll that had now become completely blank, Lin Feng muttered softly to himself.
Taking a light breath of the crisp morning air, his eyelids slowly closed again.
In the next moment, it was as though he had entered a world of silver.
Before him, vivid images of humanoid figures in all sorts of strange and agile postures appeared in rapid succession.
As his gaze passed over these images, Lin Feng noticed that beneath their feet, a stream of silver light pulsed in and out.
It looked just like an accelerator, propelling these figures forward at high speed.
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