Situ had expected progress.
He had not expected transformation.
The storm season arrived three days after the burning season ended.
Black clouds covered the heavens.
Thunder rolled endlessly.
Violent winds swept across mountains and valleys.
The crimson sun vanished behind layers of darkness.
Rain fell.
At first, it was ordinary rain.
Then it became a flood descending from the heavens.
Entire hillsides collapsed.
Ancient trees were uprooted.
Rivers overflowed.
The wilderness transformed into a world of water and thunder.
Inside the hidden chamber, Situ continued practicing.
Tiger.
Crane.
Leopard.
Snake.
Bear.
The Five Animals Boxing flowed through his body again and again.
Day after day.
Night after night.
The primitive boxing art that should have long since lost its usefulness revealed an astonishing effect.
Each movement drew something into his body.
Something invisible.
Something even his soul could barely perceive.
