Chapter 38
I was complacent and arrogant like a child who is late again.
I thought my plans were coming true.
I became lazy because of it.
I thought I was good enough, even though I hadn’t yet reached the supreme state, or even seen the edge of it.
In a daze, I wandered through my dreams. I faced an enemy I had never faced before and fought it with all my might. It was stronger and faster than Namgung Sun.
It was hard. It was hard, just like when the walls of the Southern Palace in my previous life were soaked with blood from the battlefield.
He swung his sword frantically. Like a madman.
I wondered if something would go wrong.
I swung my sword with all my might.
Or else, now that I have people who finally believe in me, who believe in me.
I subconsciously thought that I would disappear like dust.
So, in my dreams, I operated the Thunderbolt as if it were a paroxysm. He fed the germinated firewood of the Great Yan Gong to a flame called the Thunder Emperor Divine Gong.
The Thunder King God devoured the Great Lianyungong with a voracious appetite, sweeping away all the torn vessels. The tattered ducts and veins seemed to have too many problems to do their job.
And then, every time.
The pounding.
A pounding.
One of the auras entering his pulsating body held the promise of healing.
“Elixir.
He began to move through the traces of his overuse. The healing aura from the outside and the Thunder King Divine Spirit became one, and the familiar aura guided him whenever his strength dropped.
His blood vessels and veins, which he hadn’t thought would ever recover, began to heal visibly, and he gradually picked up the pace.
