Chapter 1683: The Rising Devil Fire (1/2)
Chapter 1683: The Rising Devil Fire
Translator: LawEditor: Hitesh_
The thousands of miles wide thunderbolt descended, even shocking Ji Hao with its formidability, which made him lift his head.
Great Uncle laughed boisterously. His hair and beard had all turned black with a faint blood-red hue, while a tens of thousands of meters tall dark silhouette appeared hazily behind him, looking down at Ji Hao with glowing red eyes. It was sitting on a lotus woven from a blood-red flame with its legs crossed.
The thunderbolt flashed down the sky for hundreds of miles, being compressed to about a hundred-miles-wide. Having dropped for a thousand miles, it turned hundreds of meters wide.
About ten miles above the ground, the dark thunderbolt looked already thinner than a hair, flashing swiftly across the sky and landing on Ji Hao's head in an instant.
Ji Hao raised his hand in a flutter and made a full-punch at the thunderbolt. The dark fire burned ragingly on his fist while the power of destruction swept across the surrounding area wave after wave, shredding the space above Ji Hao's head for about three-hundred-meters thoroughly.
In the following moment, the crushed space twisted and changed.
Not even Ji Hao could understand why would the 'destroyed' space still twist. Clearly, the power of Dao delivered by this bolt of thunder had gone beyond Ji Hao's current limitation.
The destroyed space twisted and allowed the thunderbolt to land on Ji Hao's fist. A black fire exploded on the fist, sending tiny sparks darting in every direction. Ji Hao suffered an unbearable pain as waves of thin electric currents drilled into his pores and merged into thunder power streams, flushing inside his body.
Wrapping his wounded fist with his spirit power, Ji Hao was studying and analyzing the nature of the dark thunderbolt as fast as he could. He cultivated himself for multiple types of Dao, and had also mastered several thunder arts, such as Priest Dachi's 'clear and peaceful' thunder art. If one compared the world to a flawless jade, Priest Dachi's thunder art could be like the clearest, most harmless spring in the world, that any impurity which might pollute the world would be cleaned away by this pure and soft, harmless-looking stream.
Priest Qingwei's thunder art was strict and majestic like the laws of nature, that anything against his will or belief would be crushed thoroughly by his thunder art in an unstoppable away. It was overwhelming, magnificent, harming people with its greatness. It was heavy and strong, and could force all living beings to follow the rules of Dao included in his thunder art in a perfect way; that was Priest Qingwei's thunder art.
Priest Yu Yu's thunder art was tough and violent, like an unyielding sword, 'killing' the evils with its pure might. His thunder art was like the sharpest sword in the world, designed to cut off and shred everything that he didn't approve.
Priest Dachi's thunder art was about 'purifying and maintaining', Priest Qingwei's thunder art represented 'disciples', while Yu Yu's thunder art played a role of 'correcting and rejecting'. These three different types of thunder arts were completely different, but all greatly powerful and fitting the great Dao of nature of Pan Gu world.
Nevertheless, the dark thunderbolt that drilled into Ji Hao's body wasn't the same thing.
The dark thunderbolt was twisted and irritable. It invaded Ji Hao's body, crazily devouring and assimilating everything it touched. Ji Hao felt that it was like millions of tentacles covered in tiny mouths, eating everything inside him, twisting everything and assimilating everything, then mutating his body.