Increase In Strength [2]

I reached out toward the ancient imprint, my hand trembling as it hovered in the air.

It felt as though something was calling to me—an ancient force, raw and untamable. Suddenly, a deafening crack of thunder ripped through the air. The shock was instantaneous, a violent force that felt as though it would tear me apart.

I staggered backward. Seven steps. Eight steps.

My heart raced. Cold sweat dripped down my forehead, my right hand trembling uncontrollably.

'What was this?'

The energy was so domineering, so wild.

How had it lasted this long, unbroken and unyielding, even after countless years?

My mind raced. I practiced the Great Light Divine Art, a technique grounded in the power of the sun. But this... this was something else.

The energy I felt from this fist imprint was similar, but far more terrifying. It carried the essence of the Great Wild Thunder Dao—pure, destructive power.