Deep within the quiet, primordial forest, a young man sat quietly in a cross-legged position atop a huge boulder. His posture was as straight as a pine, and his expression calm yet resolute. Around the youth stood towering trees with lush branches and leaves. Sunlight filtered through the dense layers of foliage, casting mottled patches of light and shadow.
Faint flashes of lightning danced across the youth's body from time to time. Like agile silver serpents, the lightning flickered intermittently, rippling across his skin. With every flash, the lightning seemed charged with a mysterious and formidable power that caused the surrounding air to vibrate slightly. With his eyes tightly closed and his expression intensely focused, he appeared completely immersed in some form of cultivation. His breathing was steady and deep, echoing the flickering lightning in a unique rhythm.
Chen Yingjian slowly concluded his cultivation. The moment he opened his eyes, wisps of silver light flashed like shooting stars before vanishing. His gaze fell upon the remaining Thunder Cloud Liquid in his hand—now more than half depleted—and he furrowed his brows slightly. He muttered softly, "It seems the Thunder Cloud Liquid is indeed very effective when first used, but continuing to use it now no longer yields the expected results."
Chapter 89