As night fell, the cool breeze in the valley blew the dead branches and leaves, making a rustling sound. Zhao Yunche sat cross-legged in the depths of the sect ruins, quietly practicing the "Broken Infinite" technique inherited by Broken Heavenly Venerable.
He closed his eyes, breathing slowly and evenly, and the air around him seemed to fluctuate slightly with his breathing.
"Broken Infinite..." Zhao Yunche silently chanted these three words in his heart, and the spiritual power in his body began to quietly circulate, rushing to the meridians throughout his body.
A strange energy flowed in his body, intertwining with his original spiritual power. As the two forces collided, Zhao Yunche felt a sharp pain, as if his whole body was being torn apart.
"Crack."
His bones seemed to make a crisp sound in this severe pain, and he endured the pain, his eyes became more determined.
"This is the only way to break through." He took a deep breath and suppressed the surging energy in his body.
Suddenly, a deep voice sounded in his mind: "In the process of breakthrough, the collision of energy is inevitable. You must stay calm and control your own power, otherwise the power will backfire on you." Zhao Yunche did not answer, but concentrated all his mind on his body, mobilizing the Broken Infinite Technique as much as possible, and guiding the violent power into the meridians. As time went by, the severe pain gradually eased, and his internal strength began to gradually stabilize. The power from the Broken Heavenly Venerable swept over like a huge wave, completely filling his meridians. "Good!" Zhao Yunche shouted in a low voice, and suddenly a turbulent airflow burst out of his body, and the whole hall shook with it. The breakthrough was successful! Zhao Yunche felt the changes in his body. Although he had not yet fully controlled this power, the new energy made him realize that he had embarked on a new realm of cultivation. He stood up and moved his body slowly, feeling an unprecedented power flowing in his body, as if the whole world was bowing to him. "Is this the power of Broken Infinite?" Zhao Yunche's eyes flashed with excitement. He felt that he could now easily defeat all the enemies who had looked down on him. The former waste now had the qualifications to stand at the top.
"Yun Che."
At this moment, a familiar and angry voice came into his ears.
Zhao Yunche turned around and saw a young man in white hurriedly walking into the hall. This man had a gloomy face and hostile eyes. He was the heir of the Zhao family-Zhao Tianhong.
When Zhao Tianhong saw Zhao Yunche, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then turned into a sneer: "I didn't expect you to succeed in cultivation here. It seems that your inheritance of the Broken Heavenly Venerable is really capable."
Zhao Yunche looked at him coldly, without a trace of fluctuation in his eyes, "What are you doing here?"
Zhao Tianhong raised his eyebrows with a bit of disdain: "Do you think you can be arrogant just because you have broken through your cultivation? It's just a fluke."
Zhao Yunche did not respond, but just smiled lightly. "Are you here to laugh at me again?"
Zhao Tianhong snorted coldly: "Laugh at you? I came here just to give you a warning." He paused, a hint of viciousness flashed in his eyes, "You shouldn't be in the Zhao family, you don't deserve to inherit the glory of the Zhao family."
"You say you don't deserve it?" Zhao Yunche's eyes flashed with a hint of coldness, walked forward, staring straight at Zhao Tianhong, "Do you think you are qualified to decide whether I deserve it?"
Zhao Tianhong's face changed, and then sneered: "Well, I'll let you know what the difference in talent is and what is the real strength."
As soon as the voice fell, his spiritual power surged out, and suddenly a powerful breath swept the entire hall, and even the air around him became heavy.
Zhao Yunche took a deep breath, and a hint of fighting spirit flashed in his eyes.
He knew that although Zhao Tianhong's cultivation was far higher than his own, he was no longer the waste that was trampled on by others. The power in his body was no longer the weak spiritual power before, but the supreme power inherited by the Broken Heavenly Venerable.
"Zhao Tianhong, are you ready?" Zhao Yunche's voice was as cold as the wind.
Zhao Tianhong showed a trace of disdain in his eyes, "Just you, dare to challenge me?"
"Try it and you'll know." Zhao Yunche shouted in a low voice, and instantly activated the spiritual power in his body, took a step forward, and rushed towards Zhao Tianhong.
Zhao Tianhong's face changed. Seeing Zhao Yunche coming towards him, he quickly waved his palm, and the powerful spiritual power attacked Zhao Yunche with a thunderous momentum.
"Go!"
Zhao Yunche quickly activated the Shattering Infinite Art, and the spiritual power in his body quickly merged with the spiritual energy outside, forming a huge airflow, which forcibly blocked Zhao Tianhong's attack.
The two airflows collided violently, and there was a loud bang. The huge vibration made the entire ruins tremble.
Zhao Tianhong's face changed. He didn't expect Zhao Yunche to be able to block his attack. He hurriedly waved his palm and prepared to launch a strong attack again.
"Ridiculous!" Zhao Yunche sneered, and the power in his body continued to circulate. He rushed forward again.
This time, he did not defend again, but launched an attack directly.
"Break the Infinite!"
Zhao Yunche shouted in a low voice, and the power in his body poured out like a flood, instantly forming a strong energy, and attacked Zhao Tianhong directly.
Zhao Tianhong was horrified to realize the terrible power, and stepped back suddenly, and hurriedly mobilized the spiritual power in his body for defense.
However, although his defense was strong, it was still difficult to resist Zhao Yunche's attack.
"Boom!"
A huge roar sounded, and Zhao Tianhong was blown away by Zhao Yunche's attack, and fell heavily to the ground, his face pale and panting.
"You..." Zhao Tianhong's face was full of shock and anger, "You are so strong?"
Zhao Yunche stood still, staring at Zhao Tianhong on the ground with cold eyes, without a trace of pity in his eyes. "I am not a waste, nor am I the laughing stock you say. I am Zhao Yunche, the one who inherited the legacy of the Broken Heavenly Venerable, and I will never be despised by you." Zhao Tianhong gritted his teeth, his face became more and more ugly, and his eyes were full of hatred: "Just wait, one day I will make you pay for today's insult!" Zhao Yunche smiled lightly, did not respond, and turned to walk deep into the hall. This battle was not only a suppression of Zhao Tianhong, but also a venting of the anger and humiliation that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time. He knew that from this moment on, his road to cultivation had just begun.