“Heavenly Tribulation Thunder?”
Pei Xuan set down his teacup on the station platform as Boom-Pot Sun ran up, panting heavily with his scorched beard flying in the wind.
Behind Boom-Pot Sun walked Chief Ticket Inspector Ye Guhan and Postmaster General Lei Zhen (still wearing his navy-blue postal cap), both of them staring at the glowing purple quartz vial in the alchemist’s hand.
“Look at the golden Dao-runes swimming inside this liquid lightning, Young Master!” Boom-Pot Sun held the quartz vial up to the station lamp. “Just now, I climbed up to the top inspection catwalk of Tower Number One on the highest peak to scrape some high-altitude thunder-crust for my pill furnaces. When I tested the raw purple lightning coming out of the upper stratosphere, my alchemy detector went crazy!”
Boom-Pot Sun pointed up at the highest layer of purple-gold clouds twenty miles above the planet.
“Because Thunder-Peak Planet’s magnetic core is so massive, the highest cloud layer naturally condenses Golden Core and Nascent Soul Heavenly Tribulation Lightning! It is the exact same wavelength of heavenly punishment thunder that strikes cultivators when they try to break through from Foundation Establishment to Golden Core, or from Golden Core to Nascent Soul!”
