Holy Heart Institute, Thunder Storage Creek.
The mountain creek is shrouded in mist all year round, and the sky is never clear.
Thick dark clouds cover the sky, with constant flashes of lightning and thunder throughout the year.
Deep within the valley stands an octagonal pavilion made of black iron, where Luo Ding, the head of the Holy Heart Institute, is sitting cross-legged.
Bolts of lightning descend from the sky, continuously piercing into the pavilion, striking Luo Ding.
But he let the electric arcs crackle and dance on his body, sitting still without moving.
At a certain moment, he suddenly opened his eyes and inhaled deeply. The thunder surrounding him was immediately swallowed into his belly.
Boom!
A surge of Vigorous Qi burst out from Luo Ding, spreading in all directions.
The metal-cast octagonal pavilion was instantly filled with countless fine cracks by the shockwave.
