Jiang Chen stood before the ancient stone tablet, his golden-amber eyes locking onto the deep carved inscriptions that pulsed with sheer destructive intent. The Heaven Sundering Palm—a technique that ignored all defenses, crushed all resistance, and annihilated anything in its path.
It was not a technique designed to push, pierce, or cut.
It was a force of absolute destruction.
Elder Zhao Yan smirked as he watched Jiang Chen trace his fingers over the ancient characters, his gaze sharp with anticipation.
"Kid, you've got guts choosing this one. Even some of our strongest disciples struggle to fully master it."
Jiang Chen scoffed. "Sounds perfect, then."
Without hesitation, he pressed his palm against the stone tablet.
BOOM!
A violent surge of power erupted from the inscriptions, blasting directly into his body. His entire being trembled, raw, unfiltered destructive energy tearing into his meridians. His Chaos Qi roared in defiance, instinctively resisting the invasive force.
But Jiang Chen gritted his teeth and endured.
He closed his eyes, letting the technique brand itself into his mind.
Images, sensations, and knowledge flooded into him—the flow of power, the way to channel Qi into his palm, the devastating truth of what this technique represented.
This technique wasn't like any martial art he had encountered before.
It did not create energy—it erased it.It did not use force to crush—it negated all resistance.Anything struck by this palm would simply cease to exist.
Jiang Chen's breathing grew heavier as he opened his eyes, his hands tingling with the raw power coursing through him. His veins pulsed unnaturally, as if the very laws of reality had tried to reject this technique from existing within him.
Jiang Chen sat cross-legged, closing his eyes and focusing inward.
The remnants of the Heaven Sundering Palm still lingered in his meridians—tiny, chaotic explosions, waiting to detonate.
He visualized his internal energy pathways—his meridians, Qi veins, and power nodes. Normally, Qi flowed smoothly along natural circuits, reinforcing the body and empowering techniques.
But the Heaven Sundering Palm was different.
It did not simply flow outward—it coiled inward, compressed into a singular point, and then detonated like an eruption.
If an ordinary Qi technique was flowing water, then the Heaven Sundering Palm was a dam bursting open all at once.
Jiang Chen traced the Qi pathways in his body, slowly piecing together the sequence of destruction:
Compression Point – The technique started by coiling energy into a single node near the lower dantian, a Qi convergence point beneath the navel. Unlike normal techniques that spread through the limbs, the Heaven Sundering Palm drew in energy like a black hole.Core
Compression Flow – Instead of moving directly into his arm, the energy looped through his spine and sternum, reinforcing his internal structure before surging into his dominant hand.Path of
Release – The final burst of power wasn't expelled outward like normal Qi techniques. Instead, it was focused into the palm's core, forming a field of annihilation that negated resistance upon impact.
Jiang Chen's eyes snapped open.
"So that's how it works…"
Zhao Yan smirked. "Figured it out, huh?"
Jiang Chen exhaled. "It's not just hitting hard—it's about guiding the power sequence perfectly. If I activate compression too early, the force disperses before impact. If I release too late, the energy rebounds inside me."
Zhao Yan grinned. "Exactly. Strength means nothing if you can't control it. The Heaven Sundering Palm isn't just an attack—it's a weapon against reality itself."
Jiang Chen stepped forward, lifting his palm.
He focused on his lower dantian, feeling the energy begin to condense. The power coiled tightly, compacting into a small sphere before surging up his spine and through his arm.
Too early.
The moment he released it, the power leaked out, creating a weak strike that barely cracked the ground.
Tch.
Zhao Yan snorted. "Too sloppy. You lost half the energy before impact."
Jiang Chen nodded. Again.
This time, he held the compression for longer, keeping the energy locked in his core. It traveled properly through his spine and sternum, reinforcing his muscles before reaching his palm.
He struck forward.
BOOM!
A small crater formed in the stone floor—but the recoil shook his entire arm.
Zhao Yan laughed. "Too late! Now you're feeling the backlash. Keep the flow steady!"
Jiang Chen grit his teeth. The timing had to be exact.
Once more.
He compressed. Guided. Released.
BOOOOOOM!
The entire training ground shook. A clean, circular hole had been punched into the stone floor, perfectly executed. The energy had flowed exactly as it was meant to—no resistance, no recoil, only destruction.
Zhao Yan's eyes gleamed. "Hah! Not bad, brat. You actually pulled it off."
This brat's comprehension is terrifying! Even the most talented geniuses of the sect need a few months to understand the Heaven Sundering Palm technique. What a monster!
Jiang Chen flexed his fingers, feeling something strange. His muscles felt stronger. His bones felt denser. His very body felt reinforced.
"This technique doesn't just boost my attacks," Jiang Chen muttered. "It's strengthening my body itself…"
Zhao Yan smirked. "That's the Heaven Sundering Sect for you. Our techniques don't just give power—they forge power into your flesh."
Zhao Yan clapped him on the back.
"Alright, brat. You've got a feel for it. Now let's see how you stack up against history."
Jiang Chen raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"
Zhao Yan chuckled and gestured to the far end of the training grounds.
A towering black jade pillar stood tall, covered in deep carvings of names and rankings. Each inscription held a lingering aura of power, remnants of past warriors who had left their mark.
Jiang Chen scanned the pillar, his eyes narrowing.
At the very top, a single name gleamed brighter than the rest:
Tyrant Sundersky - 1st Place, Nascent Soul, Attack Power- Soul Transformation
Jiang Chen's smirk faded. "Who is that?"
Zhao Yan's expression turned solemn. "That is our Heaven Sundering Sect's Ancestor—the Old Man's master. A legendary existence."
Further down, he saw legendary names under Qi Condensation rankings:
1st Place - Heaven Crushing Dao Monarch (Peak Qi Condensation) - Early Core Formation Strength2nd Place - Scarlet Thunder Berserker (Late Qi Condensation) - Late Foundation Establishment Strength3rd Place - Xiao Dong (Late Qi Condensation) - Middle Foundation Establishment Strength
Jiang Chen's eyes flickered with surprise.
"There's actually someone else who reached Core Formation power at Qi Condensation?!"
Before he could even inquire, Zhao Yan slapped him on the back again.
Zhao Yan smirked. "You ready, brat?"
Jiang Chen stepped forward.
The air stilled.
Chaos Qi swirled. The power of the Heaven Sundering Palm condensed into his hand.
Zhao Yan grinned. "Alright, brat—let's see if you've got what it takes."
Jiang Chen smirked.
He stepped back and got ready to release the energy boiling throughout his body.
"SUNDER!" He yelled.
BOOOOOOM!
The moment of truth had arrived.