Three days had passed in the blink of an eye.
The date had quickly advanced to the second of February.
The second day of the second month was the day the dragon raised its head, marking the beginning of mid-spring in the cycle, associated with wood and manifesting the trigram for thunder.
A muffled thunderclap boomed across the sky, and the weather visibly darkened at a speed the naked eye could follow. The overwhelming might of thunder descended, where Yin and Yang clashed and evolved into creation and destruction. The sheer force of will, even when just slightly sensed, could cause one's spirit to tremble violently.
On a mountain in Liangzhou Province, Zhang Zhixuan's yellow robe fluttered as he controlled the Heavenly Thunder, and a colossal Divine Image slowly emerged behind him.
"Three days have gone by."
His gaze was commanding, with Thunder Seals manifesting in his eyes, locking onto a figure not far away, "It's time to end this."
