Overdraw the future and become a peerless martial god

Chapter 86 Reversing Fate (Seeking Monthly Tickets and Add to Favorites)
Just then, a strange phenomenon that shocked everyone suddenly appeared.

"Om-!"

Almost simultaneously, the lightning-patterned rings on the hands of all the disciples of the Heavenly Thunder Sect lit up! From Mu Yun on the arena to the elders, protectors, and disciples watching below, hundreds of lightning patterns simultaneously emitted an eerie blood-red light.

"What...what is this?!" an elder from a sect on the stands exclaimed in surprise.

"What's going on? My internal energy is... spiraling out of control?!"

"The ring...it's the ring that's draining my power!"

"Sect Leader...it is the Sect Leader who is forcibly...using the power of the sect...to reverse fate!!"

Exclamations rang out one after another, a mixture of fear, confusion, and sorrow.

Yet not a single disciple chose to resist or struggle.

Even though their faces were as pale as paper, even though their meridians were torn apart, even though their true energy was drained to the point that they had to kneel down, not one of them uttered a word of "refusal".

Because they knew that it was Sect Leader Muyun sacrificing his own body for the last vestige of dignity of the sect.

On the high platform, Mu Yun's hair was completely disheveled, his black hair dancing wildly with the thunder and wind. He opened his arms, like a god receiving heavenly thunder. From all directions, countless streams of true energy surged towards him like dragons returning to their nests.

"We will follow the Sect Leader to our deaths...!"

An aged yet resolute roar resounded. It was the Great Elder of the Heavenly Thunder Sect. His hair was completely white, and his beard and hair were all ablaze. He had already burned his soul and disregarded life and death.

"I am willing to offer my humble life to walk the path of thunder alongside the sect leader!"

"The thunder and fire will never cease, and the heavenly lightning will never be extinguished!"

Thunder roared like waves, and the disciples shouted in unison. The shouts exploded from different directions and converged into a vow that shook the sky above the entire training ground!

"boom!!"

At this moment, lightning suddenly exploded around Mu Yun, transforming into a raging torrent. He seemed to be swallowed by countless bolts of lightning, which condensed into a massive lightning wheel that slowly emerged behind him. Within the lightning wheel, a crystal-clear lightning core gradually took shape, a condensation of the true energy, will, and lightning soul of hundreds of people.

The four guards suddenly changed color and their auras receded.

"He... actually wants to use the power of his sect to burn his soul and forge his god, forcibly stepping into the fifth-grade saint realm!?" A barely perceptible look of surprise flashed in Prince Duan's eyes, but then he smiled.

"Success or failure... as long as you've drawn out this move, I've won." His sleeve flickered silently, as if another scheme was brewing in the shadows...

At the edge of the arena, Chu Ning stared intently at Mu Yun amidst the raging lightning, his heart trembling.

"This is... the essence of the Yin Thunder Source. Using the soul to control thunder, using the will to control poison, and at the cost of death, drawing thunder to transform into a god!"

He saw lightning like a net, and soul energy like a river, each strand of true energy seemingly telling a profound story of the Dao of Thunder. He felt as if he were in the center of a sea of ​​lightning, every pore of his body sensing that ultimate destruction and rebirth.

The inscription on the Thunder Pattern Ring suddenly flashed through his mind: "A startled swan appears, and the azure clouds are in disarray."

Now, he finally understood that this was not just a signal, not just a secret code, but a vow, the beginning of the Thunder Sect's counterattack against fate.

The next moment, Mu Yun slowly raised his head, the lightning around him subsided, the wound stopped bleeding, and even his white hair turned back to its original black luster. He was like a person reborn from the ashes.

He slowly extended a palm and pointed it towards the sky. "Heavenly lightning will judge; who dares to face this calamity?!"

The four guards retreated in terror, their souls trembling even before the thunder's power arrived. Below the stage, the disciples of the various sects were so shocked they were speechless. Only Chu Ning slowly clenched his fists.

"I must take this opportunity to truly comprehend it," Chu Ning said in a low voice. "This is Yin Thunder... the true Dao."

Thunderclouds rolled and churned, like ink flowing from an abyss.

Mu Yun stood atop the sea of ​​lightning, his body covered in blood, yet his expression grew ever colder and more stern, as if his injuries only brought him closer to the essence of "lightning."

He uttered a single word:
"kill."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Thunder Wheel suddenly exploded, transforming into four lightning shadows that, with a deafening roar that seemed to traverse the heavens and earth, hurtled straight toward the four eighth-rank guards.

"Four Symbols Suppressing Gods Formation!"

The four guards roared and stepped into the air in unison, each brandishing their halberds, iron fans, double hooks, and black shields. In an instant, they formed a golden iron array in the air, resembling the Four Symbols: the Black Tortoise was stable, the Azure Dragon swirled, the White Tiger pounced, and the Vermilion Bird burned the sky.

"boom--!!"

Lei Ying crashed into the Four Symbols Formation Diagram with a thunderous roar, causing the space to tremble and a visible wave of lightning to sweep across a hundred feet. In that instant, Mu Yun transformed into a bolt of lightning, gathering a mountain of lightning energy in his hand, and slammed his palm towards the guards holding the Xuan Shield position.

"First strike - Thunder Prison Starfall!"

"boom!!"

The golden shield shattered inch by inch, and the phantom of the Black Tortoise wailed mournfully amidst the lightning. The guard coughed up blood, flew dozens of feet backward, smashed through three pillars of the arena, and actually smashed a deep, human-shaped crater into the stone ground.

"This is bad, his power is no longer within the eighth rank!"

"Change positions, switch formations!"

The remaining three were filled with shock and anger. The Azure Dragon position spun forward, and the Double Hook Guard followed closely behind. Their figures flashed like lightning snakes behind Mu Yun, and the Double Hooks flashed with purple light, aiming straight for his heart.

But—just as the hook was about to strike, Mu Yun suddenly felt a jolt in his left shoulder, and a burst of lightning exploded from his shoulder blade, transforming directly into a giant lightning wing that slashed out in retaliation.

"Second Strike - Thunderwing Breakthrough!"

"Click!!"

Blood spurted out as the guard's left arm was severed by the lightning wings. He screamed and staggered backward, his body burned to charred bones by the lightning and fire.

The audience gasped in astonishment, overwhelmed with awe.

Just as these two attacks clashed, Chu Ning remained standing below the stage, watching Mu Yun transform into lightning and break the formation, his eyes already gleaming with an eerie silver light. He was watching, but it was more than just "watching".

He sensed that Lei was alive, that he could "anger," that he could "cry," and that he could roar and shake the heavens for his beliefs.

It is not a command, but an opportunity, a "contract mark" by which Lei Zong disciples sacrifice their blood to become Lei soldiers. This contract is not simply a matter of forceful takeover, but a connection and echo of the collective consciousness.

"Is this... the true nature of Yin Lightning?" Chu Ning murmured.

"On the surface, it is 'yin' as poison and concealment, but in reality... it is 'resonance'! It is a shared origin and a common body, an explosion of the will to 'follow each other through life and death'!"

The trajectory of lightning patterns appeared in his mind, and a brand-new way of thinking about lightning was taking shape. The compatibility between lightning and soul continued to increase, and he could even clearly "hear" the low murmur of battle intent in Mu Yunlei's heart.

"The third strike—Thunderous Strike!!"

"Boom boom boom boom!!!"

Behind Mu Yun, the Thunder Wheel shattered completely, unleashing millions of lightning chains that poured down like a raging sea, as if the heavens and earth were being reversed.

That was the raging will of over a hundred disciples of the Heavenly Thunder Sect, the ultimate echo of hundreds of people's understanding of the Thunder Dao merging their "souls" into "thunder".

The entire arena seemed to have become a hell of thunder.

The remaining two guards were swallowed by the thunderous tide, turning to ashes before they could even scream.

Three breaths later, the Four Symbols Suppressing God Formation collapsed, with remnants of light and broken artifacts scattered all over the ground. The air was filled with the sweet and pungent smell of thunder plasma mixed with charcoal, as if heaven and earth were whispering the wrath of Mu Yun.

Mu Yun stood in the center of the lightning, his body charred and broken, yet he resembled a thunder god descending to earth.

He was still absorbing the true energy offered by his disciples, a resounding echo of will that transcended rank, a heaven-defying act of using his body as an array and his soul as a lamp.

His aura surged, rising from the seventh rank to the sixth rank... all the way down to the lower fifth rank. Lightning patterns covered his entire body, and a lightning seal suddenly appeared between his brows.

"Having reached the sacred realm..."

Below the stage, Chu Ning was deeply shaken and muttered to himself.

Since Li Jing'an's great battle with Wang Lin, he had never witnessed such a stunning comeback. With the help of a thousand people, he broke through the shackles in a deadly situation, stepped into the Saint Realm, and condensed the Thunder Heart Seal.

Beneath the lightning seal, Mu Yun slowly raised his eyes.

He gazed at the high seat where Prince Duan sat, his eyes showing no fear or dread, only the thunderous roar of heaven:

"Prince Duan."

He spoke each word slowly and deliberately, his voice booming like thunder, resounding through the heavens:
"Starting today—"

"Our Heavenly Thunder Sect does not attend court, does not obey kings, does not submit to orders, and does not worship human rulers."

"From this day forward, thunder reigns supreme, and we will defy the heavens!"

The field was deathly silent.

Everyone stared in disbelief at the figure who single-handedly killed four eighth-rank guards and defied the lightning.

Just then, a soft sound came from Chu Ning's body, and the "Yin Thunder" within him quietly began to circulate, with a hidden silver pattern slowly emerging in his palm.

His lips curled slightly upward, and his eyes revealed an unprecedented understanding and certainty:

"I see."

"Mu Yun, your battle not only saved the Thunder God Sect, but also helped me to see through the essence of the Thunder Dao."

"The Yin Thunder is not poison, but rage—a fatal blow after enduring humiliation and hardship."

On the high seat, Prince Duan, instead of being angry, smiled and slowly stood up.

"What a fine example of 'respecting thunder above all else and defying the heavens'..."

He slowly descended the royal steps, golden patterns appearing beneath his feet. His voice, like a deep bell, carried the oppressive aura of destiny: "Do you think that the Saint Realm can defy fate and change the heavens?"

Before he finished speaking, Mu Yun suddenly raised his arm and soared up, with raging thunder rolling out from his body. Even the thunder-patterned rings of the Heavenly Thunder Sect disciples emitted light, as if resonating with him.

A vast and boundless torrent of Yin lightning surged forth from his body, as if a thunder prison had collapsed and the sky had shattered.

Just as everyone held their breath, Prince Duan suddenly raised his hand and gently waved it:
"Close the net."

"Om-!"

With a tremor in the void, a giant spear-like artifact, entirely black and entwined with runes, which had been quietly erected behind the platform, suddenly broke free from its restraints, crackling with lightning, and abruptly rose into the air.

The object was entirely silver and black, with a huge anode gold wheel at its top. Where lightning converged, it even caused the clouds in the sky to swirl backward.

The Thunder Spear is inscribed with densely packed thunder runes, ancient, solemn, and extremely complex. At its top, there is a groove, resembling a cage for thunder souls.

Prince Duan's lips curled up, and his voice was as deep as a bell: "This artifact is called 'Thunder Lock · Sunburst,' and it is specially prepared to draw out your Yin Thunder."

"Mu Yun, when you unleash the power of the entire Heavenly Thunder Sect, that will be the moment I lock the thunder into a cauldron!"

"boom--!"

Amidst the surging thunder, the lightning lock suddenly spun, and the anode lightning ring at its top emitted a dazzling golden light.

Suddenly, the suspended rotating "Radiant Sun Thunder Lock" activated, and the anode thunder ring at the top suddenly exploded with dazzling golden light, like a chain of ten thousand hooks, tearing through the void.

The minefield surged, and the storm roared. In that instant, the first group of guards flashed out, the four of them forming a triangular formation, rushing straight at Mu Yun.

(End of this chapter)