As if to respond to the provocation of the cultivator that seems intent on challenging the heaven's authority, the clouds start turning darker from gray to black, the lightning raging within the black clouds as if transforming into something more than normal lightning, something that worries even the young man's mother now.
A worry not unfounded as within moments of the clouds turning into pitch black, the normally azure lightning starts alternating into a crimson shade of red before returning into the profound azure once more, this process repeating multiple times, each cycle faster than the last almost as if two distinct colors and property of the heavenly lighting intends to merge themselves into one being.
