A divine tree rose between heaven and earth. At the top of the tree lay a large bird's nest where Master Wuchao sat cross-legged, quietly entering meditation for cultivation.
Rumble!
At this moment, a rolling sound of thunder suddenly interrupted Master Wuchao's meditation.
Opening his eyes, Master Wuchao looked at the sky, raising his eyebrows slightly: "The Great Dao's Thunder Sound? Is someone making a vow? How could it have summoned the response of the Great Dao's Thunder Sound?"
With a crack, as Master Wuchao was secretly puzzled, a purple lightning bolt suddenly flashed before his eyes.
This made Master Wuchao's face once again reveal a shocked expression.
