Crackling thunderbolts flashed across the heavens, loud enough to shake the mountain's stone.
Below, other cultivators who had climbed the mountain gasped in alarm. Some screamed. Others began running down the slopes.
"The mountain's cursed!"
"No, it's a tribulation cloud! Someone's about to summon Heaven's Wrath!"
"Run! Whoever it is, they'll drag us all into it!"
Within moments, the entire mountain began to empty.
Only Elder Jill remained, standing not far from the glowing boy beneath the tree.
Her fingers trembled, and she gritted her teeth.
"No… this isn't a tribulation," she whispered. "It's… it's him. It's Kent."
She turned toward him, eyes wide.
His body was now hovering slightly off the ground. Sparks raged around his limbs. The earth beneath him had blackened into glass from the heat and energy. His robes whipped madly, and his face, serene yet wild, looked almost divine.
He was channeling the entire mountain's lightning energy.
