C1790 The Old Patriarch's Fear of Heavenly Punishment

Thunder roared, shaking the heavens.

Dark clouds shrouded the sky, plunging the world into an abyssal darkness, as if heralding an apocalyptic doom above Feng Zhentian's head.

Without the intermittent lightning, the night would be so black that one couldn't see their own hand before their face.

Lightning danced through the clouds