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Chapter 147 Five Thunder God Prison, Thunder Heart Begins to Take Shape

As soon as the five beasts appeared, the wind and thunder in the sea of ​​consciousness changed drastically, as if the sky were collapsing and the earth was splitting.

Beneath his sea of ​​consciousness, Chu Ning seemed to be suspended in the rift between the five realms. The five streams of lightning energy each operated independently, with lightning flames, mysterious water, ice and frost, blood fire, and soul energy colliding and churning the realm of consciousness, as if an apocalyptic scroll were being unfolded.

They are no longer merely the embodiment of thunder.

They are the will of power, the five "true selves" born from the splitting of Lei Dao himself.

In an instant, the world was without a master.

Among them, Frost and Lightning went berserk first.

The silver fox howled, its tail sweeping up countless snow needles, the chilling breath like a tide, freezing the sea of ​​consciousness. Chu Ning's right arm froze instantly, the frost seeping into his bone marrow along his veins, he felt his soul cracking and peeling away bit by bit.

"hateful……"

He gritted his teeth, his soul on the verge of collapse, yet he was powerless to stop the battle of the five beasts.

Just then, the fox head pendant on his chest suddenly trembled.

A red light flashed in the fox's eyes, and a wisp of gentle foxfire emerged from within, like the first bloom of spring snow, quietly wrapping around the tail of the rampaging snow fox.

In the icy cold, a blurry phantom slowly emerged from the snowy light.

It was a familiar snow fox, its silver tail swaying gently, its eyes gleaming.

It's Qing Li.

Her voice was like the first snow of a frosty night, gentle yet undeniable:
"Calm down... Control it like I taught you to control snow."

Chu Ning was startled, and instantly recalled the night in the first snow at Eagle's Beak Cliff when Qing Li taught him to regulate his breathing and control his mind to comprehend the Frost Thunder.

He forced himself to calm down, his fingers trembling slightly, and forcefully drew the foxfire thread into his soul sea, guiding the rampaging frost and lightning intent into his main consciousness, drawing it to converge with the four directions of lightning veins.

It was a near-heaven-defying, forced harmony. The five beasts were different and inherently incompatible, and the Frost Lightning was the most violent, capable of condensing souls and devouring spirits. If it weren't for the fire left behind by Qing Li penetrating his sea of ​​consciousness, Chu Ning would have been almost unable to suppress its icy killing intent.

At that moment, the snow fox cried softly.

The voice sounded both like the Nine-Tailed Fox offering its soul and like a young girl's gentle admonition.

It raised its head and roared, its silvery-white feathers disintegrating like a sky full of icy feathers drifting in the snow. Each feather carried a wisp of thunderous energy, slowly disappearing into the center of Chu Ning's spiritual platform, into the chaotic thunder core that was not yet fully closed, following the trajectory of the foxfire.

The lightning and the cold breath clashed.

A thunderous roar erupted.

The four beasts immediately roared in unison: the Golden Crow cried out in anger, the Black Serpent writhed, the Soul Lion roared, and the Nightmare Tiger crouched low.

The sea of ​​thunder trembled, and the sea of ​​consciousness seemed on the verge of collapse.

Chu Ning gritted his teeth and let out a low roar in his mind:
"town!"

Thunderous roar—

One after another, strands of lightning bones burst forth from the bottom of his sea of ​​consciousness, rising up like divine mountains, each one engraved with lightning patterns formed from his obsession.

A purple-gold divine chain wrapped around the Thunder Bone descended from the Soul Platform, piercing through the five corners of the Sea of ​​Consciousness and locking it horizontally in all directions.

The Golden Crow's wrath was pinned to its wings by a divine thunderbolt, transforming into blazing lightning patterns that flowed into its core.

The vengeful black serpent was pierced through the throat and skull by a chain of lightning, its scales shattered, and the ripples meandered into its very marrow.

The snow fox's wound caused its tail feathers to completely disintegrate, transforming into snow mist and thunderous breath, gently permeating its limbs and bones;
The roar of the Soul Lion was choked between the lightning pillars, burning into crimson soul smoke, and returning to the depths of the divine consciousness;

The terrifying shadow of the Nightmare Tiger was pierced by the lightning, which acted like a divine eye. Its illusory form collapsed and silently sank into the abyss.

The five beasts' divine souls dissipated, and the thunderous intent ceased its roar, instead flowing back to the center of the thunder core like ten thousand rivers returning to the sea.

It was a newly formed thunder core, its color not dazzling, but rather a faint chaos, yet burning with five-colored light at its center: gold like the sun's flame, blue like a dark stream, white like frost, red like blood fire, and purple like a ghost.

His sea of ​​consciousness gradually calmed, his lightning bones returned to their place, and the lightning chains dissipated. Chu Ning sat cross-legged beneath the heart of lightning, his body enveloped in lightning energy, as if draped in divine runes. At this moment, his divine sense was no longer turbulent, but had entered an unprecedented state of clarity.

The five battles lasted only a moment, yet they felt like a tribulation for the soul; they were not enemies, but himself.

The Golden Crow represents rage, the fiery flame that slays countless enemies on the Great Wall, fighting relentlessly without retreat.

The black serpent represents resentment, the abyss of grief he felt after his father's death and the destruction of his family, a place he was powerless to change.

The snow fox represents a wound, a deep-seated rift and resentment in Qing Li's heart after her death.

Soul Lion represents thought, his unwavering dedication to protection, and his compassion for all living beings.

Nightmare Tiger represents fear, the deepest question lingering in his sleepless nights: "Can I hold on?"

The five beasts scattered, not perished, but were accepted by him one by one.

The unification of thunder and the Dao is not a fusion of power, but rather the integration of Chu Ning's will.

He slowly opened his eyes, the lightning subsided, and his face was cold and calm.

Above the spiritual platform, the primordial core, formed by the fusion of five thunderbolts, slowly rotated, like the only lighthouse in the sea of ​​consciousness.

—The thunderous heart has been formed.

A chaotic lightning ball, about the size of a thumb, slowly rotated and formed in the center of Chu Ning's sea of ​​consciousness.

Its surface is dark and seemingly lifeless, but within it, five-colored lightning energy surges in the dark. If anyone were to peer into it, they would surely hear sounds like the mournful cries of five beasts, the roar of a god-king, and the collapse of the heavenly gate.

If he so desires, he can shatter mountains and split the earth, burning souls and severing spirits with a single thought.

The moment the Thunder Heart was completely formed, the Thunderous Aura within Chu Ning's body surged violently.

The Qi Sea surged like a tide, and the Thunderous Intent boiled like fire, as if a thousand rivers were flowing into the sea. It gathered from the limbs and bones into an irreversible torrent of thunder, penetrating every inch of the space between the Dantian and the Sea of ​​Consciousness.

Suddenly, a silent "click" came from deep within his body.

It was like some kind of ancient shackle, broken at the root.

Those were the shackles of the abyss of consciousness, the chains that sealed his soul, and everything that had been suppressed, drawn in, and forgotten since he embarked on his cultivation journey.

At that moment, everything collapsed.

The lightning wall shattered, the Soul Platform roared, and lightning spread along the bones. Chu Ning felt a surge of energy rushing from the top of his Heavenly Spirit straight up his spine, breaking through his cultivation level all the way.

His body trembled, as if he were in the midst of a thunderous storm, being drenched by a torrent of lightning.

—Peak of the Eighth Rank!
Thunderous breath boiled and burned, the sea of ​​qi spun like thunder, true essence flowed endlessly, and blood qi exploded like war drums.

Within his dantian, a lightning seal slowly emerged, shaped like a golden crow rising, reflecting the surrounding meridians as lightning danced, and his muscles trembled slightly, as if every bone and flesh was welcoming the reshaping of power.

— Jump to the seventh rank.

The bone marrow trembled, and the thunderous breath seeped into the bones.

Chu Ning felt his bones clang in that instant, each vertebra being reshaped by a lightning pattern, its shape resembling a snake, a chain, or a bridge, connecting his flesh and blood with his dantian, as if a lightning celestial map had been created within his body.

His sea of ​​qi and blood expanded another three feet, his divine soul vortex surged, and the Five Thunder Patterns flowed along his heart, rushing straight to the Soul Platform.

—Achieve the rank of seventh grade or middle grade.

His five senses were like a thunder mirror suddenly opened, his consciousness was like a sea of ​​lightning roaring, and with a thought, his five senses were connected, his sea of ​​consciousness was transparent, and his mind was like a mirror, so that he could perceive every detail of the outside world.

Above his spiritual platform, a beam of soul light appeared as thunder. Chu Ning seemed to hear the low murmur of ten thousand thunders and see the blurry silhouette of the path to his future destiny.

He slowly calmed his breath, his energy returned to normal, and the thunderous tide subsided, but the lingering sound and residual power still resonated. Every meridian in his body seemed to be a living dragon with thunder patterns, slowly flowing through his body.

(End of this chapter)