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Three Months in Thunder City
Lin Yongming's spirit power had recovered to Great Soul Master rank, his second God-Bestowed Spirit Ring reaching 30,000 years.
Rebuilding his strength was the easiest part of his training—compared to mastering the Profound Thunder Spear Art and reigniting his Wave Energy.
Though he hadn't yet perfected the first stance, Thunderbolt Flash, the second technique had unlocked with his new ring:
"Thunder Instant Kill" – A lightning-speed thrust meant to pierce through enemies in one strike.
Both skills were single-target nukes, demanding precision over brute force.
The Awakening of Wave Energy
After three months of meditation, the Tome of Fluctuations in his consciousness glowed anew, its pages radiating power. Even the Thunder Judgment Sword shimmered with icy-blue electricity.
Passive abilities returned:
Mind's Eye (心眼) – Spatial perception beyond sight.
Killing Intent Wave (杀意波动) – Aura of suppressed fury.
Lin Yongming's eyes snapped open, lightning dancing in his irises.
"I can feel it…"
"Even without spirit rings, low-tier skills like 'Thunder Slash' and 'Wave Eruption' are usable again."
"No longer shackled by the spirit ring system, these techniques now draw energy from the world itself—requiring only a wisp of my own spirit power."
A New Realm of Power
He rushed to the plaza, testing his restored abilities against the dome's barrier:
"Thunder Slash!"
The attack tore through the air, more devastating than ever.
"Wave Eruption!"
"Unparalleled Thunder Surge!"
Each skill's potency had skyrocketed, freed from the constraints of spirit rings.
"This… is the true inheritance of the Heavenly Emperor."
"What I wielded before was a fraction. The spirit rings were chains."
Gripping the Thunder Judgment Sword, he whispered, "Thank you, Thunder God. The Nine Heavens Profound Thunder Spear let me break the rules."
His path forward was clear.
The Weight of Time
Yet, as he gazed beyond the storm-wracked dome, his thoughts drifted to A Yin and Dong'er.
Their faces surfaced in his mind—unshakable, unbearable.
"You must be safe… Wait for me."
The Thunder God's voice cut through his reverie: "So this is the Wave Energy you've clung to. Unorthodox, yet formidable."
"I don't know how far it can take you… but your resolve is undeniable."
Lin Yongming didn't hesitate. "I'll walk this road until its end."
"Training has no limits," the Thunder God replied. "But neither does solitude. These three months, you've barely rested."
"If I slow down," Lin Yongming's voice cracked, "the past will drown me. I can't afford to falter."
A hand clasped his shoulder. "They're waiting too. Don't let haste break you."
With that, the god vanished, leaving Lin Yongming to tend the moonflower—his fragile calendar.
The Unseen Threads of Fate
Elsewhere, in a lavish mansion:
An elderly man in plain robes stormed inside, his aura sharp as a blade. "Yan Yan! Where's Xiao Yao? Did you fight again?"
A haughty girl crossed her arms. "How should I know? He ran off after I scolded him."
"Come. We're finding him."
"No! That Lin Dongyao—why do you favor him? He's just a trash-tier Blue Silver Grass wielder abandoned by his mother!"
SLAP!
The girl staggered, clutching her reddened cheek. "Grandfather… You hit me? For him?!"
The old man's voice trembled with rage. "Without his parents, I—no, you—wouldn't be alive. You wouldn't have reached Spirit Ancestor so young."
"Find him. Or don't come back."
On a dirt road outside town:
A blue-haired boy whipped at weeds with a stick, muttering, "Damn you, Dugu Yan. Just wait—I'll prove myself."
He paused, eyes narrowing. "That 'Monster Academy'… They say even Spirit Sages teach there. Maybe…"
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