His brain started to understand his multiple techniques. The previously dry and difficult barriers that he had faced were now smooth and unobstructed!
He had not been able to advance, after reaching the Stage Two Peak of the Nine Fingers of Imaginary Thunder. But now, the understanding came to him like a fountain, propelling him directly into Stage Three, rising to its peak.
A purple mist appeared on the surface of Su Yu's body. It was like an ethereal fog. But looking closer, the mist harbored an alarming power of lightning. This fog felt dreamlike, making it hard to determine if it was real or not.
At this moment, Su Yu, who was in the midst of his understanding, slowly lifted his finger. The mist of lightning gathered at the tip of his finger, sometimes turning into a lifelike bird, sometimes into a worm, and other times into other objects.
