Chapter 505
Still the same solitary figure, but the feeling it gives is worlds apart.
His body no longer has the texture of flesh; it seems to be molded from the deepest night sky and the most dazzling star dust, in a contradictory yet harmonious manner. Chaotic-colored glimmers flow over his surface, like an unparalleled Dao robe.
The thing that nearly shattered the Thunder Lord's Heart Spirit was his eyes.
What kind of eyes were those?
No words could describe them.
When those eyes glanced unconsciously in their direction, the Thunder Lord felt his very own "Thunder Dao," the foundation that supported him to become a supreme giant, like a newborn infant facing the Cosmos that created it.
It was not fear, but a kind of submission that originates from the essence of life.
It was as if with just a thought, his Dao could be erased from the level of "existence," and revert back to the most primordial "law."
