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Kent roamed through the White Desert, every step a battle against the relentless storm. The wind howled, tossing him around like a ragdoll, while the sand whipped against his skin, leaving stinging welts.

The raging storm made it impossible to see anything beyond a few feet ahead, the world around him a swirling chaos of white. Only the desert floor provided a stark contrast, its bleached white surface his only constant in the storm.

For three agonizing days, Kent fought to stay upright. Each gust of wind threatened to knock him off his feet, and more than once, he found himself sprawled on the ground, cursing his own weakness.

His body ached from the constant struggle, muscles burning with fatigue. The cold seeped into his bones, and the unending roar of the wind made it hard to think clearly.

"I have to keep going." He muttered to himself, his voice barely audible over the storm.

On the third day, something shifted. Through the blinding storm, Kent felt a connection with the wind. He began to understand its patterns, sensing the rhythm of its fury.

He closed his eyes, focusing on the storm's energy, and gradually matched his Chaotic Wind Dao with the raging winds. His body stabilized, the wind no longer a relentless adversary but a force he could now navigate.

To illuminate his surroundings, Kent ignited his entire body with the origin Nirvanic flames. The golden flames flickered and danced, casting a warm, radiant light that pierced through the storm's gloom. With the newfound clarity, he scanned the desert, searching for any clue that might guide him.

Last time, Kent escaped the forest by following the running water. Kent felt, the white desert also has some clue to reach the centre.

He observed the storm for a full day, noting that lightning struck every five minutes. The ground where the lightning struck burned pitch black, leaving a charred smell that briefly overpowered the storm's scent. Within minutes, however, the ground returned to its original white, the cycle repeating relentlessly.

"I'll follow the lightning," Kent decided, determination hardening his resolve. "If I can track its pattern, I can find my way to the center."

The treasured spirit rank shoes he wore proved invaluable, their enchantments allowing him to move swiftly and maintain balance even in the harshest conditions.

He started his journey, following the lightning's trail. The first few attempts were disastrous; he missed the strikes and had to start over, the storm's fury unrelenting.

Each time, he missed the pattern, he need to wait one full day for next cycle.

On the third day, he finally found his rhythm. He moved with the storm, his Wind Dao harmonizing with the natural forces around him. He followed the lightning, his eyes fixed on the ground where it struck. The smell of burnt earth guided him, and he learned to anticipate the strikes, adjusting his path accordingly.

"Almost there," he whispered, pushing himself harder. "Just a little more."

As he approached the center, the storm's intensity seemed to increase. The winds howled louder, the lightning strikes more frequent. He moved with a fluid grace, his body and mind in perfect harmony with the storm.

Finally, after days of gruelling effort, Kent saw it. The summit of the Storm God's domain, a towering structure in the heart of the desert. The sight filled him with renewed strength, and he quickened his pace, eager to reach his goal.

"Just a few more steps," he urged himself.

Kent stood at the base of the summit, the thirteen massive steps stretching out before him like an insurmountable mountain. Each step was a mile long and half a mile high, and the thirteenth step seemed to almost touch the sky itself. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for the challenge ahead.

Just as he was about to place his foot on the first step, a divine spirit materialized before him. The spirit was awe-inspiring, with six hands, a long crown, and golden ornaments from head to toe. Lightning shimmered around him, casting an ethereal glow.

The spirit's eyes held a soft smile, and he regarded Kent with a curious look. Kent felt his heart race and his body struggle to stay in position before the divine presence. He recognized this spirit as none other than the Storm God's consciousness, the guardian of the inheritance.

Kent bowed deeply in respect, feeling the weight of the moment.

"Interesting," the Storm God consciousness spoke, his voice echoing with power and authority. "I never expected someone from this small realm to reach the White Desert. You truly have good fate, young one."

Kent just smiled in response, his determination unwavering.

Suddenly, the tone of the Storm God consciousness changed, becoming more serious and foreboding. "But it won't be easy for you to ascend the summit. Thirteen divine lightning bolts of each divine spirit guard each step and will test your will and strength. You need to face a lightning bolt on each step.

Once you place your foot on one step, you can't retreat until you face the lightning of that particular step." Find more chapters on empire

Kent's expression remained resolute, showing no trace of fear. The Storm God noted this with a hint of approval.

"Don't worry," the Storm God continued, "even if you decide to leave now, I won't send you empty-handed. But, with each lightning bolt you face, your body will benefit and your entire being will transform into the peak perfect stage of your realm.

If you can withstand all thirteen divine lightnings, your body will become a treasure equal to the rank of a lesser Demi-god, and your fate and luck will reach the pinnacle of this third realm. But it is impossible for any human to do that. Now, the choice is yours. More than any reward and benefits, your life is precious, so choose wisely."

The Storm God vanished after saying that, leaving Kent alone with his thoughts.

Kent stood there, contemplating the magnitude of the task before him. The Lust Goddess's voice echoed in his mind, "You have the strength and the will. Remember why you are here and what you are fighting for."

He clenched his fists, feeling a surge of determination. He had come too far to turn back now. The trials he had faced to reach this point had forged him into a warrior, and he would not let fear hold him back.

With a deep breath, he placed his foot on the first step. The air crackled with energy, and he felt a surge of power course through him.

As Kent walked forward on the mile long step, he heard the sound of thunder rumbling in the sky.

The sky above the summit darkened, swirling with ominous clouds that crackled with raw energy. A deep rumble echoed through the heavens, heralding the gathering storm. Bolts of lightning danced across the sky, converging at a single point directly above Kent. The air grew thick with static, each hair on Kent's body standing on end as he braced himself.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

The first lightning bolt began to form, a blinding snake of white-hot energy. Kent's heart pounded in his chest, his muscles tensing with anticipation. He could feel the sheer power of the lightning snakes, a force of nature poised to strike him down.

The sky was black and he could see lightning dancing around in the clouds, Kent was felt that his life now was truly in danger.

He looked at the sky and sat down to stabilize himself. The first lightning came down before Kent could even prepare for it, Kent couldn't even defend himself and the lightning fall on him.

Kent thought that this lightning would be like being electrocuted but he was wrong, it was like a raging fire that burned everything it touched.

when it hit all of the non-spirit rank things that Kent was wearing were immediately destroyed. What hurt the most was not the physical pain but something even far worse his being.

The moment the lightning struck Kent he felt his body burning. Feeling one being destroyed was beyond painful. When Kent stabilized his senses, he looked at the sorry figure of his body, which was burned red with smoking smell.

As the lightning strike coursed through Kent's body, the initial searing pain began to transform. The raw energy that had threatened to kill him now surged through his veins, targeting every wound and injury he had sustained.

He felt the electric current weaving through his internal organs, repairing and stabilizing them with meticulous precision. His muscles, once strained and fatigued, now pulsed with newfound strength, hardening visibly before his eyes.

A wave of unexpected pleasure washed over him as the healing process continued. The divine energy seemed to caress every fiber of his being, revitalizing him from the inside out.

His aura, which had been somewhat chaotic and unsteady, began to circulate on its own, growing purer and more potent with each passing moment.

Kent's aura channels expanded significantly. The influence of the divine serpent spirit guarding the first lightning step was unmistakable. He could feel the spirit's essence merging with his own, refining his channels and increasing their capacity. This newfound refinement allowed his aura to flow more freely, enhancing his control and potency.

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