With the first lightning strike, the subsequent heavenly thunders seemed to have found a target to vent their fury on, and all rushed towards the desert island. They took turns in striking Zhang Xiaohua's head, and their energy and vitality were absorbed by him. At this point, things should have been the same as before, and he had entered the normal path of cultivation and refining. However, this was the boundless sea, not the inland plain, and the heavenly thunder here was not the same as that in Creek Villa. In both quantity and quality, they are not on the same level. As countless heavenly thunders struck, the starlight outside Zhang Xiaohua's body seemed to be unable to hold on. First, it was faint and unremarkable, then it gradually became thicker and turned into a milky white visible to the naked eye. This milky white color became denser, and in the end, even the pouring rain could not come close to him.