The dark clouds spread across the sky, and thunder stirred in all directions. The entire Xuanye City was covered in torrential acid rain, a manifestation of the demonic qi of calamity sweeping across the world in the natural cycle.
But now, with the increasingly intense thunder, the once-murky rain suddenly became clear. The acrid smell dissipated, and a fresh, invigorating breeze, like that of a spring day over grassy wilderness, swept through the buildings and alleys.
Except for the ceiling overhead, which had been split open by thunder, and the thunderball forming in the center of the cloud vortex, An Jing felt as if for a moment he had returned to the Spirit Land of the Huai Xu Realm... No, it was even fresher and more natural, more comfortable than the Spirit Land of the Huai Xu Realm.
"It seems it's indeed not the Punishment Thunder."
