Chapter 4907 — The Difference Between Thunderbolts
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Feeling the unprecedented, surging abundance of lightning force within him, Wei Zhao gave a wry, lingering laugh. His whole body was on the verge of total collapse from exhaustion.
His clothes, soaked through again and again by cold sweat and dried again and again, were now so crumpled and clammy that he was thoroughly miserable. Had this place not been so perilous and unpredictable, Wei Zhao would certainly have rushed off to bathe and change—it was simply too unbearable.
But then, this was Wei Zhao. Anyone else would have been blasted to nothing but dregs, reduced to ash and scattered to the winds—even the luxury of feeling uncomfortable would have been denied them.
Still, the ordeal had not been for nothing. Survive a great calamity and good fortune follows: not only had he kept his miserable hide, but the lightning force within him had grown several times stronger.
True, only a small portion of it had been completely refined by Wei Zhao; the greater part could only count as temporarily tamed—like that lightning strike before, comparable to a minor tribulation, it was a one-time consumable, gone once used. Only the small portion he had fully refined could merge into his spirit roots and renew itself endlessly.
Even so, Wei Zhao had gained no small harvest this time. The process had been rather harrowing and full of twists, but the outcome could still be called a happy one all around.
"Senior, did you notice anything strange about that bolt just now?" Wei Zhao asked as he recovered his condition.
"Strange how?" the Ghost Thing asked, puzzled. His experience was far broader than Wei Zhao's, but he had never come into direct contact with that near-violet bolt; the clue Wei Zhao could sense, he might not be able to detect.
"I once received the inheritance of a giant electric eel, and I've been through a lightning tribulation too. Thinking back carefully, I realize that although both are powerful lightning, there's a fundamental difference between them," Wei Zhao said, frowning in thought.
"Oh? Explain it in detail," the Ghost Thing said.
"It's not just a difference in the intensity of the lightning—the crucial thing is that the intent contained in each is utterly different." Wei Zhao thought it over carefully, then analyzed: "A lightning tribulation is the power of heaven and earth, so it is pure lethal severity, with no emotion whatsoever. But the giant electric eel is different—its lightning strike seemed to carry a certain emotional coloring."
"Is that so?" This time even the Ghost Thing was shocked—not at Wei Zhao's discovery, but at the keenness of his insight. He himself, never having been skilled with lightning, knew little of such matters, but one thing he could figure out with his toes: this was not something an ordinary person could possibly perceive.
Powerful willpower, keen insight, and a resilient nature that stayed calm no matter the circumstance—this brat's hard talents, like his spirit roots, were peerless, and even his hidden talents were terrifyingly strong. That he had achieved what he had today was truly no stroke of luck.
"Mm. At first I thought it was my imagination—I used to think lightning was just a kind of force, so how could it carry emotion? But after that bolt just now, my notion has been confirmed." Wei Zhao's expression turned very grave.