Thunder roared.
Lightning streaked across the sky, rendering the entire heavens in blue and white.
Lin Xin faintly discerned some vague figures emerging nearby, seemingly loose cultivators with duplicitous intentions, also planning to fish in troubled waters.
He paid them no mind, merely waiting quietly.
Looking upwards toward the clouds, at the edge of the dark clouds, dozens of tiny specks were still fighting each other; disciples from the School of Universal Salvation and the followers of Fish-lipped Dao were rushing to their aid, forming two distinct lines in the sky like flocks of birds.
Huge bolts of lightning flashed intermittently, making the crowd and the enormous cloud mass appear incredibly tiny by comparison.
