"Mirror God, you seem to have forgotten that the power of heavenly lightning should be the exclusive property of the White-Clad Earth."
"Hmph, you possess the power of creation. Do you even know what creation is? It's the power to create everything."
Xiao Wenbing's illusory figure trembled slightly, and the Mirror God's words seemed to explode in his ears like a thunderclap.
The power to create everything...
Before his eyes, it seemed as if a door of endless change had opened.
"Mirror God, are you saying that I can create the power of destruction, and also the power of the five elements?"
“Exactly. Only by being able to create energy of all attributes can one be a qualified creator god.” The Mirror God’s voice deepened, seemingly carrying a magical power: “If you want to create a world in the future, then you must now have the ability to create everything.”
Slowly, I closed my eyes, and familiar scenes reappeared in my mind.
Dark clouds rolled across the sky, accompanied by thunder and lightning.
As Feng Baiyi waved her hand, lightning flashed and thunder roared instantly. A devastating energy filled the heavens and earth.
In the darkness, he seemed to have grasped something; those streaks of lightning were no longer deadly killers, but rather like lively and playful sprites, leaping incessantly in his consciousness.
"Stop! Stop!"
A frantic voice entered his mind. Xiao Wenbing withdrew his divine sense and asked the enraged Mirror God, "What's wrong with you?"
The Mirror God suddenly fell silent. After a long while, it finally said, "I admit, your comprehension is indeed quite good, but," its voice suddenly rose eight octaves, "if you want to comprehend it, go outside. This is a mustard seed space; if it collapses, you certainly won't survive."
Dejected, Xiao Wenbing left the Heavenly Void Ring and looked up at Feng Baiyi with a rather strange expression.
His strange behavior quickly attracted attention, and a rare, faint blush appeared on Feng Baiyi's pretty face.
"White Robe, create a small mine cloud storm."
Everyone was greatly surprised. The Wutian couple and Xingming looked on in astonishment, and even the Great Serpent and Zhang Yaqi looked over with great curiosity.
What do you want to do?
"I want to see just how powerful lightning really is," Xiao Wenbing said calmly.
Feng Baiyi gave him a deep look. Finally, she stretched out a hand. A moment later, a spark of lightning appeared out of thin air, leaping on her fair, jade-like palm before gradually growing larger.
Little by little, the electric light gathered and accumulated, forming a small lightning storm.
However, this time Feng Baiyi controlled it perfectly. Not a single bit of power leaked out; it only filled the lightning zone with a powerful and terrifying force.
A relieved smile appeared on his lips. He was making continuous progress, and so was Feng Baiyi.
Back in the Flame Realm Temple, Feng Baiyi also created a small landmine storm. However, her control over it back then was incomparable to what it is now.
When the lightning zone was completed, almost all the experts sensed its terrifying power.
Now, apart from those who can see it, even supreme powerhouses like Keris and the Seven-Colored Winged King are completely unaware of it.
A strange thought popped into Xiao Wenbing's mind: if he used such a stealthy method to launch a surprise attack with heavenly lightning, the effect of hitting someone with a blunt object would be unprecedented.
After stealing a glance at Feng Baiyi, who had a serious expression, Xiao Wenbing quickly dismissed the thought; Feng Baiyi certainly wouldn't stoop to that level.
He calmed his wandering thoughts and focused his divine attention on the heavenly thunder.
Under Feng Baiyi's deliberate suppression, these lightning bolts seemed to possess life and self-awareness, and did not cause any harm to Xiao Wenbing's divine sense.
Only after venturing deep into the lightning-prone area did Xiao Wenbing truly sense the immense power of this force.
Every corner around was filled with this intense and turbulent collision, and every inch of space was being subjected to endless and powerful impacts.
Here, no living thing can find a place to survive; death is the only constant here.
However, Feng Baiyi's powerful control was even more admirable. Every bolt of lightning here was under her absolute control.
All the death energy that came into contact with the area three inches from Xiao Wenbing's divine sense immediately veered off to the side.
Although the spirit was not attached to the body, a smile still appeared on his lips. At this moment, Xiao Wenbing was absolutely certain that the rudimentary form of a god had emerged on Feng Baiyi's body. Otherwise, no one in this world could control heavenly lightning to such a precise degree.
With his mind at ease, Xiao Wenbing immersed himself entirely in the bombardment of the heavenly thunder. He didn't even need any defensive measures, because he believed that he was absolutely safe under Feng Baiyi's control.
The Wutian family of three stared in disbelief at their impromptu performance; such a scene was truly a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
A hint of awe flashed in his eyes, and Wu Tian respectfully asked, "Fellow Immortal Zhang, are these two fellow immortals from the Earthly Thunder Palace of the cultivation world?"
Zhang Yaqi stood beside them, her body shimmering with multicolored light, effortlessly shielding them under her protection. Hearing Wu Tiandi's question, she turned and smiled gently, "Senior is half right. Wen Bing is the successor of the Earthly Secret Talisman Sect, and Sister Feng is the current Palace Master of the Heavenly Thunder Palace."
Wu Tian's expression hardened, even
The Great Serpent Supreme looked at them curiously. It didn't understand what the Heavenly Thunder Palace was, but seeing that the two Butterfly Immortals with 100,000 years of cultivation were so respectful, it must be a place with a far-reaching reputation.
In fact, in the cultivation world, the prestige of the Heavenly Thunder Palace far exceeded everyone's imagination.
Those immortals who can ascend to the Celestial Realm have all undergone the test of being struck by heavenly lightning. The power of heavenly lightning has left an indelible mark on their hearts. The higher their cultivation level, the deeper their fear of heavenly lightning, and the greater their reverence and awe for the Heavenly Thunder Palace, which can manipulate the power of heavenly lightning.
If the Temple holds a supreme position among the immortals of the Flame Realm due to its original purpose and the sacrifices made over hundreds of thousands of years, then the Thunder Palace inspires awe and deters anyone from resisting due to its unparalleled strength.
The divine sense drifted back and forth within the forbidden zone of Heavenly Thunder and Earth, as if sailing on a small boat in a turbulent, surging ocean.
Sometimes it's tossed high into the air, and sometimes it's slid down at breakneck speed like a roller coaster, giving people an unparalleled sense of absolute thrill.
Xiao Wenbing's divine sense was becoming stronger and stronger, and he could even sense the intense changes in every lightning molecule. The prototype of lightning was faintly flashing in his mind. With the help of Feng Baiyi's power, he had begun to touch the original power of lightning.
White, a pure white light, with no other color besides its extremely intense white light.
As if he were in this vast space, he suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of loneliness.
The feeling was similar to when he forced his way through the water barrier in the past; in that mysterious barrier, Xiao Wenbing had also lost himself.
The only difference is that one is white and shiny, while the other is black and has no light at all.
But whether it's white or black, it can both make people lose themselves in it.
A figure slowly appeared beside him. Although it was also dazzling white, it rippled like waves in this mysterious space.
Xiao Wenbing's gaze was fixed on the figure, watching it gradually darken and eventually radiate a light more dazzling than the sun.
As the saying goes, "When things reach their peak, they decline." After the incredibly powerful white light dissipated, a small black hole finally appeared within the figure.
It was black, pitch black, but completely different from the water barrier.
Xiao Wenbing stared intently at the ever-expanding black hole, when suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck him, and he burst into laughter, as if he had grasped that elusive thing in the darkness.
He strode forward, stepping without hesitation into the darkness that was already capable of swallowing everything.
Suddenly, his consciousness returned to his body, and Xiao Wenbing opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was a pair of beautiful, large eyes. Then, he sensed a familiar and warm aura surrounding him.
"White-clad, Ya-qi, thank you."
The two women exchanged a smile. Feng Baiyi raised her hand and withdrew the power of the Heavenly Thunder that was wrapped around her wrist, while the multicolored light that had been swirling around everyone disappeared in an instant.
Volume 21, Chapter 7: Opposing Forces
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"Master, what are you doing?"
As soon as Xiao Diexian saw Zhang Yaqi remove the protective shield, she immediately rushed over, hugged Xiao Wenbing's hand, and asked him questions.
Xiao Wenbing turned around and smiled, gently stroking her beautiful hair.
Little Butterfly Fairy looked up in confusion, seemingly sensing that her master was different from before, but with her limited knowledge, she couldn't discern what exactly had changed.
The Great Serpent Supreme and Xiao Wenbing locked eyes, and a strange feeling suddenly arose in their hearts.
That gaze was incredibly clear. It seemed devoid of joy or sorrow, fear or anger. It was as if the entire being had just been cleansed by holy water, pure and flawless.
In a daze, the Great Serpent Supreme seemed to have grasped something from that gaze. He felt his spiritual platform become clear, and all the bits and pieces of his memories flashed before his eyes like a slideshow. He had never been so clear-headed since he entered the Refining God Immortal Realm.
"Little Fairy Butterfly, I'll show you a magic trick, would you like to see it?" Xiao Wenbing said affectionately.
"I want to see it. Of course I want to see it!" Butterfly Fairy clapped her little hands and shouted without hesitation.
Xiao Wenbing's smile remained unchanged as he extended his large hand. After a moment, a faint white light suddenly leaped from his palm.
"Huh?" Wu Tian was taken aback and asked quietly, "Fellow Daoist Zhang, is this really not a successor of the Heavenly Thunder Palace?"
Zhang Yaqi chuckled and said, "Of course, Wen Bing loves his own sect very much and would never impersonate a disciple of another sect."
"Then how did Fellow Daoist Xiao come to know how to manipulate lightning?"
"I learned this from Sister Feng."
"You can learn this?" Wu Tian asked in astonishment. Indeed, since he gained intelligence and consciousness, he had never seen anyone outside the Thunder Palace able to manipulate the power of lightning.
This applies not only to the cultivation world, but also to the immortal realm.
"Yes, you can learn it just by watching."
"Look. You... you've already learned it?" Wu Tian stammered, his eyes filled with fear as he looked at Xiao Wenbing. A body capable of ten tribulations—truly no ordinary person.
Tiny points of light danced freely in Xiao Wenbing's palm, and Xiao Wenbing's consciousness communicated seamlessly with these lightning molecules.
Just as the legend says, apart from the disciples of the Heavenly Thunder Palace, no one else can indeed manipulate the power of lightning in nature.
But these lightning bolts were different from others. Although their power was no less than the violent energy in the lightning field, they were created by Xiao Wenbing himself.
Following the instructions of the Mirror God, Xiao Wenbing, with the help of Feng Baiyi's power, toured the area where lightning originated. He comprehended the true nature of lightning power, which allowed him to create lightning entirely of his own in the next moment.
In his eyes, these lightning bolts were like a powerful magic weapon, and this magic weapon was created by him. Only in this way could he control these top-level super energies at will.
The lightning crackling in his palm gradually increased. Slowly, it began to circle around his arm.
Xiao Wenbing was surprised to discover that the mutant power required to create these lightning bolts was enormous, even more so than the energy he used to create the tortoise shell.
However, unlike creating the tortoise shell, he wasn't expending much of his mental energy this time. After comprehending the power of lightning's origin, creating these things no longer required concentration. All that was needed was a continuous supply of powerful energy.
A wisp of tasteless and colorless light surged out from the Heavenly Void Ring and entered Xiao Wenbing's body.
The energy emitted by the Void Cauldron increased a thousandfold. This extraordinary treasure from the depths of the underworld seemed to sense Xiao Wenbing's unusual behavior and underwent some unknown mutation.
A surge of energy rushed into his body like a tidal wave. His mutant power seemed to grow stronger in an instant, and a surge of intense confidence and unrestrained arrogance welled up from the depths of Xiao Wenbing's heart.
It seemed that at this moment, he had grasped something wonderful, and everything before him could be controlled at will.
His mind and consciousness were completely absorbed in the ball of lightning in his hand, and he could no longer sense anything else.