The next morning, they awoke to a thunderous noise.
Huai Shi alertly got up from the ground and looked towards the cave entrance, only to see a gray sky and lightning coursing across the Sky Dome.
Soon, along with the howling gale, a barrage of raindrops the size of beans fell from the Sky Dome. They shattered on the ground, making a series of deep, rumbling sounds.
In an instant, the downpour became a deluge.
The river's water level surged dramatically, and the murky currents carried a massive amount of mud washing down from the mountain, forming new tributaries on the ground. Had the cave not been situated on higher ground, would it perhaps have been filled with mud?
In the earth-shattering roar, beyond the distant mountains, countless streaks of lightning slashed down, as if to rend the world outside this shelter into pieces.
The whole world seemed to have turned savage.
"Which fellow Daoist is transcending a tribulation here?"
