The Monk Beneath Panlong Mountain

Whistling winds surrounded Panlong Mountain as Fang Xiu stood at its center, orchestrating a colossal vortex with himself as the focal point.

The Eternal Heavenly Art proved terrifying, absorbing the lightning at a pace that surpassed Fang Xiu's expectations.

It manifested into a swirling sea of thunder, steadily expanding as if poised to engulf the entire realm of thunder.

"Exhilarating!"

Fang Xiu extended his arms, relishing the impact of the lightning coursing through him.

He could vividly sense the excitement of the Ninety-Nine Thunder Veins within him.

This marked the first time, since consolidating the thunder meridians, that he absorbed such pure electrical power.

The realm of thunder seemed to have existed for ages, with its power concentrated and undiminished.

For Fang Xiu, this was a stroke of serendipity.

If the Dragon Overlord were to awaken, he would undoubtedly boast.