Lei Yi Jie Ling

The night in Qingyun Town was torn apart by a silver snake-like lightning. Lin Yun was sitting cross-legged in the dilapidated woodshed, with a light blue halo surrounding his body. A drop of crystal water hung between the seventeen-year-old boy's eyebrows, drawing mysterious runes in his body at a speed visible to the naked eye. ?"Huh——" He suddenly opened his eyes, and the thick Taoist robe moved without any wind. The next moment, the beams suddenly exploded, and countless sawdust turned into golden fireflies spinning around him. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.