Cultivation with a System in the Modern World
Yet to the citizens, to the disciples, to the foreign dignitaries who had never stood beneath such wrath, it was apocalyptic.
Raiden Stormcaller, mistress of thunder herself, leapt into the storm. Her tattoos pulsed as if alive, her body crackling with lightning. She raised her hands to the clouds and with arms wide open, she drew in the tribulation lightning, redirecting it into herself., her voice booming, “Submit to me!” She dragged at the clouds with all her will, pulling the majority of the storm’s wrath into herself. Arcs of white thunder coiled around her like serpents, absorbed into her veins.
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