From space to the world, it takes trillions of years

In February, when the grass is green and the warblers are flying, the breeze blows across Baimu Valley, creating ripples.

"Brother, wait for me." A child about eight or nine years old chased after the two figures in front.

It was He Qulian’s sister He Quyan, and the two people were naturally He Qulian and Hu Anan.

The two greedy and shy little kids have now grown into handsome young men.

There are two days off at the end of the month and the teachers also take a day off at home.

After discussing, the two decided to go to the paddy fields near Baimugou to fly kites.

He and Qu Yan, who heard the news, naturally rushed over and clamored to take part.

Unfortunately, after tinkering with it for a long time, it didn't fly more than ten feet high.

She handed the kite string to He Qulian in a huff, feeling unwilling, and muttered, "Why are you so proud? You're just a few years older than me.

Why weren't you so arrogant when you were scolded by your father a few days ago?"

He Qulian has been practicing martial arts since he was young, and his physical fitness is comparable to that of a strong adult.

He ran very fast and soon sent the kite into the clouds.

He Qiao promised that when he turned fifteen, he would ask his master to teach him real martial arts.

It's still too early now. If you force yourself to practice, you might get hurt.

After the kite was launched, He Quyan stopped making any noise and quietly watched the "swallow" flipping in the air with her sister Hu.

The sun never came out and the mist was thickening over the fields.

The kite flew higher and higher, and soon only a vague shadow remained.

"Put it down, put it down, it's almost out of sight!"

He Qulian didn't care, as if he wanted to challenge the limits of the sky.

At this moment, a muffled thunder suddenly rang in the ears of the three people.

Is this the sound of thunder?

After a while, the familiar thunder was heard again.

Now it was confirmed that there was thunder in the sky.

But the strange thing is, why did the spring thunder come so early this year? The three of them were suspicious, but they didn't dare to be careless at all. They quickly put away the kite and rushed home.

When I returned to the He family, He's mother was standing at the door, about to go out.

Seeing the three people coming back, the worry on his face finally disappeared.

Everyone in the town heard the thunder. She remembered that the children had said in the morning that they were going to fly kites near Baimugou, so she left the account book and prepared to pick them up.

He Qiao devoted himself to practicing martial arts, so although his status rose, he never took a concubine.

Now, as the wife of a peak acquired martial artist, she is in charge of all matters in the mansion.

My two children are both smart and talented. It can be said that I have no regrets in this life.

When the townspeople heard the dull thunder, some went home, some collected their clothes.

The culprit this time was sitting cross-legged on the rocks in Fengqi Mountain, looking thoughtful.

In addition to practicing in the past few years, Chen Yu mainly studied magic, the most important of which was to figure out the thunder method.

To comprehend the power of thunder, one still has to rely on celestial phenomena.

The rain that Chen Yu brought was mild, and no thunder or lightning occurred.

Ever since the evil dragon was killed, the climate around Chengshui has returned to normal.

Every year from April to September, when the rain is at its peak, it is often accompanied by rumbling thunder.

Because Jianmu is in space, the implications are extremely important.

In the end, Chen Yu did not try to be clever and guided Jianmu's understanding to increase outside the space.

The waters in the world of cultivating immortals are deep and muddy, and even the slightest leak of aura could lead to huge trouble.

Anyway, I still have a lot of time to understand it slowly. Once I have some clues, it won’t be too late to work hard in the space.

As a result, the speed dropped significantly.

In the first two years, Chen Yu barely managed to deduce its form. This was because his comprehension was far superior to that of ordinary cultivators, and every time he finished his comprehension, he could continue to explore in space based on his memory.

Of course, more importantly, thunder, as the most mysterious celestial force, is completely on a different level of difficulty than wind, rain, fog and snow.

The causes of thunder and lightning in previous lives were printed in textbooks and are known to everyone, young and old.

But things are very different in the world of cultivating immortals. Otherwise, why couldn't Chen Yu place thunder at the same time as the clouds were gathering rain?

When thunder occurs, a mysterious and unpredictable force must be involved.

This power is neither ordinary nor immortal, and may be related to "heaven".

It also took him a long time to figure out how to find this power safely.

In order to get closer to the thunder in the world of immortal cultivation, Chen Yu used kites more than once to draw down thunder from the sky and bombard it on mountains and trees.

After confirming that it was not too powerful, they let a group of spirit pets try it out to see what would happen if a monster was struck by lightning.

The monster in the middle to late stage of Qi training had its feathers messy and some burnt after being struck by lightning.

However, his spiritual consciousness fluctuations and cultivation level were normal, without much damage.

Chen Yu carefully examined his body and soul, and re-examined it half a month later, but found no problems.

I repeated this three times before I finally felt relieved.

The first time Chen Yu was touched by heavenly thunder, he felt his body slightly numb, and the skin where he was directly hit was a little charred.

The true energy circulates and the skin quickly returns to normal.

Taking this opportunity, he got a little inspiration.

It was invisible and intangible, and there was no way to replicate it, so Chen Yu could only continue to be struck by lightning.

In order to better feel the heavenly thunder, he only used his true energy to protect his meridians and vital points, and didn't care about his clothes.

Over the past few years, I have been struck by lightning hundreds of times and have changed clothes countless times.

For this purpose, he even taught himself the skills of tailoring clothes so as to avoid going out to buy ready-made clothes frequently and arousing suspicion.

Heavenly thunder does not appear all the time. Most of his time he is cultivating his true energy and refining formations.

A quarter of the dragon's skeleton has been used.

The bone swords and instant magic arrays that were forged were piled up into a small hill.

Fortunately, I have the Jade Dew of Fortune in my hand, and with the help of spiritual medicine, there is enough spiritual energy in the space, so I don't have to worry about the loss of spirituality.

The spiritual medicines in the space have reached a maximum age of over ten thousand years, and the efficiency of ripening has also decreased a lot.

The spiritual energy around these dozen or so spiritual herbs is so dense that it almost turns into substance.

Of course, the effectiveness of the Creation Jade Dew is far from reaching its upper limit now. On the contrary, the increase in spiritual energy makes Chen Yu feel that it is a good deal.

After three years of occasional insights and deductions, he has gradually mastered some rules.

Thunder cannot be achieved by creating clouds and rain, but it can be stimulated by true energy.

The muffled thunder just now was the sound made by a palm thunder hitting a rock in the distance.

The spiritual bamboo in the space was even worse, a small piece was directly chopped into charcoal.

The original plan to strike the wood with lightning has now failed.

The spiritual bamboos that were struck by lightning continued to grow as usual.

There is nothing magical about the burnt bamboo charcoal, it is just ordinary bamboo charcoal, even its spiritual energy has almost dissipated.

He even doubted whether the legend of the lightning-struck wood was true.

This time, Chen Yu came to Fengqi Mountain to try to use thunder magic outside after finishing the experiment in the space.

I saw the light gathering in his palm again, and soon several arcs of electricity appeared.

The electric arc became more and more intense, and Chen Yu waved his hand and threw it onto the charred and broken rock.