The music of the zither gradually grew serene. The endless sky cleared once more, becoming bright and vast.
The youth was dressed in a long robe. Below him was a majestic crater, and before him, the Innate Thunder Light slowly dissipated in the air. Yet he showed no signs of agitation. As the last note from his zither faded, he lowered his gaze, as still as a statue.
「Gouxian Town.」
"Words Become Law?" The fat old man's expression grew grave. He asked, uncertain and shocked, "Was that just now… Innate Thunder??"
Nearby, Li Nezha, a candied hawthorn skewer dangling from his lips, sat up straight on the large green rock, a look of horror on his face.
"It was only a sliver, but that was definitely Innate Creation Thunder! How is that possible…"
They all found it utterly inconceivable. Innate Thunder—as its name implied, was thunder from before the pioneering of heaven and earth!
