In the back mountains of the Li Family, a place devoid of human presence, Li Xiaoyao stood at the foot of the mountain, circulating his cultivation technique. Spiritual energy followed unique pathways through his veins, swirling throughout his body, and rapidly converged at the tips of Li Xiaoyao's fingers.
"One Finger Splits Mountains and Rivers!"
With a low shout, Li Xiaoyao abruptly raised his hand, and a point of golden light shot toward a huge boulder on the mountainside like a laser beam.
Without making a sound, the giant stone split in two, the cut surface as smooth as if it had been cleaved by the supernatural craftsmanship of nature itself.
As the boulder fell, it struck the mountain stream with a thunderous "bang".
Li Xiaoyao, seemingly not quite satisfied, shook his head and glanced down at his finger.
His right index finger, ever since fusing with the Emperor of Humanity's severed finger, felt strong even without channelizing any spiritual power.