"Shenxiao…"
Gazing at the palm-sized, half-piece of a golden Talisman in the Cloud Thunder Silk Box, a rare ripple of solemnity passed through Qi Yun's profound eyes.
Inside the box, the half-Talisman had a warm, reserved luster. Its texture was neither gold nor jade. It felt warm to the touch, yet also seemed to contain a faint, tingling numbness.
The surface of the Talisman was naturally branded with countless Cloud Thunder Dao Patterns, so fine and intricate they were dizzying to behold.
Thunder Skill!
Of all the Ten Thousand Laws in the heavens, it reigns supreme in attack!
The brilliant whip of the Celestial Dao, the awe-inspiring manifestation of authority!
In all known Daoist traditions, both present and ancient, the Thunder Skill was universally acknowledged as the most venerable of the Ten Thousand Laws!
Its power was immense, its nature pure, and the resonance it evoked with the Great Dao profound. It was far beyond what ordinary Magic could ever compare to.
