Sobrenatural: Eu, Zhang Zhiwei, o Arrogante Zhang

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At Dragon-Tiger Mountain, the forbidding summit of Celestial Gate Peak soared, stretching between heaven and earth. At the mountain’s crest, countless silver flocks soared and split the sky, filling the horizon. But upon closer inspection, these birds were not creatures of flesh and feather, but flocks composed of pure lightning.

A piercing, avian cacophony filled the air as silver bolts interwove, the electric current shrieking like a thousand birds calling at once—a symphony of a thousand birds in chorus.

Beneath the “thousand birds,” seated cross-legged atop a strange, brown stone disc, sat a young Daoist priest, his entire form wreathed in dazzling bolts of lightning.

This young Daoist was Zhang Zhiwei, deep in cultivation of the Heavenly Master’s most secret art of Dragon-Tiger Mountain—the True Law of the Five Thunders.

Zhang Zhiwei gazed upward at the sky, filled with darting silver birds. These lightning-formed creatures were vivid and lifelike, flickering with blinding brilliance.

Lightning coursed over Zhang Zhiwei’s body, yet did not so much as scorch his clothing, a testament to his mastery over the Yang Five Thunders.

He extended his hand, and a bird formed of pure electricity alighted in his palm.

Zhang Zhiwei studied the bird intently; every detail was perfect, down to the fine patterns of its feathers. Yet the longer he stared, the more the details blurred, until finally all semblance of structure dissolved, leaving only a formless mass of lightning in the vague shape of a bird, all intricacy los