Pei Xuanjing sat atop the mountaintop, surrounded by nine palaces and eight trigrams formed by the magical array designed with the mysterious iron lightning rods.
Continuous spring thunders roared in the sky above, resounding with flashes of lightning. Countless thunder powers struck the long spear made of the mysterious iron.
In an instant, the lightning followed the framework of the mysterious iron, branching into the iron wires, swirling like shining silver snakes before plunging into the earth.
Countless flickering purple-blue lightning exuded a dangerous aura, surging around Pei Xuanjing.
Inside Pei Xuanjing's body, his Innate Thunder Gang Qi rapidly circulated, interweaving with the flickering lightning.
This was Pei Xuanjing's sixteenth day refining his body here.
From the beginning, Pei Xuanjing, much like atop Shenxiao Mountain, was positioned outside the array, using the thunder power to refine and spiritualize his body.
