The Thunder Arts Reach the Divine

Inside the mountain gate of the Tianlei Sect, in an antique pavilion, a red invitation lay neatly in the middle of a sandalwood table.

A broad palm rested on the boldly decorated invitation. Its owner was none other than the Sect Master of the Tianlei Sect, Tian Leizi.

Tian Leizi wore a purple robe and had a burly build. He looked to be around forty, with sharp brows that swept back toward his temples and a purple lightning bolt marking the center of his forehead.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.