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Mastering Thunder
墨書 Inktalez
In ancient times, it is said that at the beginning of all things, the world was in chaos. The ancient god Pangu wielded a Giant Axe to carve out the earth, separating it into two halves. However, Pangu exhausted his strength and died in the process. After his death, his essence transformed into wind and clouds, while his voice became thunder.
From that moment on, whenever chaos arose on earth, the winds would change, and thunder would descend upon the world!
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In the early morning, as the sun began to rise, beams of glaring sunlight poured down. Wisps of gray morning mist floated between the mountains, and thin smoke rose from the chimneys of village cottages. The light morning fog gradually merged with the faint blue smoke and drifted away with the wind.
After being washed by the morning mist and the first rays of sunlight, the distant mountains appeared lush and vibrant, resembling a newborn baby. The village nestled among these green hills looked even more charming and picturesque from afar.
Outside was a wall made of blue stones, covered in patches of fresh green moss. Inside the wall stood simple yet warm houses built from mud bricks and stones. The roads were paved with large stone slabs, many of which had already cracked. The entire village exuded an atmosphere of tranquility and peace.
“Mother, I’m leaving now; you don’t need to see me off any further…”
A clear voice rang out in front of the village. It belonged to a young man carrying a bundle who was about to embark on a journey. He appeared to be in his twenties, dressed like a scholar, but his face was resolute, revealing an unusual steadiness. There was no trace of scholarly delicacy in his brows.
“Zhe Er, you must take care of yourself on this trip to Xianyang. Don’t be stingy with money, and don’t feel nervous during the palace examination. Mother will be waiting for your good news at home…” An elderly woman spoke slowly in front of him, her kind gaze revealing deep reluctance.
“Mother, Zhe Er understands… As soon as the palace examination is over, Zhe Er will rush back immediately…” Listening to his aging mother, Sun Zhe’s calm eyes flashed with a hint of reluctance. He turned to a young boy beside him and said,
“Ping'er, while your brother is away from home, don’t make mother angry. You’re already grown up; you need to take good care of her, understand?”
“Ping'er remembers! Ping'er will definitely not make mother angry again. Brother, don’t worry,” replied a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy who bore a striking resemblance to Sun Zhe; he was Sun Zhe’s younger brother, Sun Ping. At this moment, Sun Ping’s eyes lacked their usual mischief and playfulness; instead, he earnestly assured his brother Sun Zhe.
“Ping'er has indeed grown up.” Gently patting Sun Ping’s head with relief, Sun Zhe’s gaze shifted to another figure standing not far away—a White-Haired Elder who appeared to be over seventy years old. Dressed only in a thin old white shirt and with his hands clasped behind his back, he gazed faintly into the distance with eyes that revealed extraordinary wisdom amidst their vicissitudes.
“Teacher, I am leaving…” Sun Zhe approached the old man slowly and spoke softly.
“You… are leaving?” After a long pause, the elder finally turned his head to look at Sun Zhe and asked calmly as always.
Sun Zhe nodded.
The elder fell silent again. After a long while, he let out a long sigh…
"Let's go, let's go..." The old man gently waved his hand, his tone revealing a hint of helplessness.
"Remember, no matter when or where, this will always be your hometown!" Just as Sun Zhe turned to leave, the old man's voice suddenly rang out. Sun Zhe's body trembled, but he did not stop; he stepped forward and walked into the distance, the village behind him growing further away.
"The gate to the realm is about to open; there is not much time left..." Watching Sun Zhe's gradually receding figure, the old man murmured to himself, the helplessness in his dim eyes becoming more pronounced. After a moment, he slowly turned and walked back into the village. Only Sun Zhe's mother and younger brother, Sun Ping, remained reluctantly standing at the village entrance, watching Sun Zhe leave.
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In the late afternoon, a heavy rain suddenly poured down from the sky. A black figure hurriedly ran along the road.
"I didn't expect to encounter such weather right after leaving; it seems my luck is really not great..."
The running figure was none other than Sun Zhe, who had just left his hometown to head to Xianyang for an exam. He hadn't anticipated that this area would be so desolate; there were no inns or taverns for lodging, and not even a trace of human presence. To make matters worse, it started pouring rain, which felt like adding salt to Sun Zhe's wounds and made his mood even more irritable.
"Thunderous Roar..."
A sudden rumble of thunder startled Sun Zhe, causing him to stop involuntarily.
At that moment, the entire atmosphere changed dramatically. The already overcast sky became tumultuous; dark clouds rolled violently as the wind howled. In the blink of an eye, everything was shrouded in black smoke and clouds, plunging the earth into darkness with no light remaining—only the piercing howl of the raging wind echoed around.
Seeing this scene, even Sun Zhe, who was usually composed, couldn't help but feel a sense of horror.
"What... what is happening here..."
As if answering Sun Zhe's question, the dark sky suddenly burst forth with light. Accompanied by a deafening roar, countless bolts of Thunder Light spread out. Sun Zhe looked up and found that within the Endless Void were purple lightning bolts; the sound of thunder roared continuously as if expressing endless rage.
The air was filled with endless Purple Lightning, and the vast land was engulfed in wind and rain. In this sudden storm, it wasn't just Sun Zhe who felt fear; even the beasts in the mountains and forests lay prostrate on the ground, deeply bowing their heads. Even jungle kings like tigers and lions displayed a rare look of reverence.
Sun Zhe's pupils suddenly constricted as an indescribable terror appeared in his eyes; it turned out that all those countless bolts of lightning from the Void were bizarrely rushing toward him.
The spectacle of thousands of lightning strikes falling was magnificent, but Sun Zhe had no desire to appreciate it at all; his only thought was to escape! Escape! Escape!
"No..."
A reluctant roar echoed as Sun Zhe's speed could not compare to that of lightning. Ultimately, he could not escape this calamity. Under the torrential downpour of lightning, a cloud of dust was kicked up, and Sun Zhe's voice was drowned in an instant. The vast Mountain Valley was obliterated along with Sun Zhe.
The countless bolts of lightning did not vanish. After a few breaths, these eternal lightning reappeared in the sky. Among these bolts, one had undergone a change. Although it looked no different from the others and its power remained undiminished, this bolt contained a human soul—the very soul of Sun Zhe, who had just been annihilated beneath the thunder.
Lightning is a divine entity responsible for judgment and law enforcement, an existence shrouded in mystery. How could it allow a human soul to exist within it? Yet, this extraordinary event truly occurred; Sun Zhe's soul had indeed merged into this bolt of lightning—not merely coexisting but fusing inseparably.
From that moment on, the Qin State lost a scholar named Sun Zhe, while the Void of stars gained a bolt of thunder known as "Sun Zhe"!
Traversing layer after layer of space, cutting through trajectory after trajectory, it seemed to be the mission of the lightning. Sun Zhe had no choice but to leave his original world, wandering through the boundless starry sky year after year.
As time slowly flowed and gradually faded away, Sun Zhe ultimately forgot the concept of time itself, leaving behind only an eternal memory of his hometown...
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A solemn declaration: This text is purely fantasy and not historical. Please do not subjectively align it with history; for example, the Qin Dynasty mentioned in this text has imperial examinations.
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