"The secret of the Thunder Path lies within, lies within it all!" he shouted in his heart, both shocked and moved.
This was a kind of emotion that made his entire being tremble.
To hear the Way in the morning, one could die content by evening!
Just a bolt of lightning, Emperor Purple quickly faded, the thunderclouds lightened, restoring to the previous light purple clouds, lazily floating by.
The Purple Sky Divine Thunder, which just tore through the sky and shook the universe, that unstoppable Heavenly Dao's might seemed like nothing but a grand, fleeting illusion.
Meng Wuyan still stood calmly in the pavilion, the sleeves of his dark green robe gently swaying in the breeze, no longer making the previous flapping sound.
His emotions gradually calmed down, and then a point of white light flew down from the mountain top.
The white light fell into Meng Wuyan's hand, turning back into the Flying Message he had sent out before.
