Chapter 14126 Finally, the training was completed.
On the desolate, gray earth, Ling Xiao's figure was like a tireless warrior, repeating the seemingly simple yet infinitely mysterious movements time and time again.
He threw a punch, the fist accompanied by a whistling sound, streaking across the sky like a meteor, and slamming it hard into the void.
He reversed his true essence, and the spiritual power in his body surged upwards like a raging tide, bringing a heart-wrenching pain, but he gritted his teeth and endured it.
Each reversal of his true essence felt like tearing his soul apart; the pain was like ten thousand ants gnawing at his heart, almost making him faint. But his belief sustained him, preventing him from retreating in the slightest.
Immediately afterwards, he drew upon the power of the void, and the surrounding space began to fluctuate violently. Powerful void energy, like a surging vortex, tightly enveloped him within it.
He felt this powerful force, tried to control it, and then concentrated it at his fingertips.
Finally, he pointed out that astonishing finger!
The fingertips gleamed with a chilling light, like the blade of death from hell, carrying endless destructive power as they pierced into the void ahead.
Each time a ghostly light flashed on the fist, it was accompanied by a mournful cry and collapse of a space.
That space was like a fragile glass dome, easily shattered under his attack.
Ling Xiao lost track of time; in his eyes, there was only this repetitive training process, as if the whole world consisted only of him and this terrifying fist technique.
He also forgot the pain. No matter how much torment his body and soul suffered, he was completely unaware, immersing himself entirely in the cycle of destruction and rebirth.
He vowed to hone this sharp edge that could cleave the void to its ultimate form, so that he could become the most powerful being in the world!
Day and night, time seemed to lose its meaning in this gray and desolate space, leaving only Ling Xiao's persistent and determined figure.
Like a tireless ascetic, he repeatedly drew upon the power of the five elements, each time as if engaging in a breathtaking battle with the mysterious forces of heaven and earth.
The power of the five elements—the sharpness of metal, the vitality of wood, the fluidity of water, the fury of fire, and the weight of earth—intertwines and collides with each other, converging under Ling Xiao's control into a mighty and terrifying torrent of energy.
However, this power is not so easily tamed. Every fusion and guidance is accompanied by excruciating pain as the meridians are burned inch by inch.
The pain was like countless sharp steel needles stabbing wildly along his meridians, and like a raging fire burning wantonly inside his body, trying to completely destroy him from the inside out.
But there was no sign of retreat or fear in Ling Xiao's eyes. He gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and endured the pain that was unimaginable to ordinary people.
He unleashed that earth-shattering fist wind, again and again, into the endless darkness.
The fist's force was like a roaring dragon, carrying a world-destroying momentum. Wherever it passed, space shattered, leaving behind shocking marks.
When the excruciating pain surged like a tide, it became almost a part of his body, as if every inch of his skin and every bone was being gnawed away by the agony.
When the five elements energy swirling around his fist became as docile as his own arm and fingers through his tireless efforts, as if it had become a natural extension of his body, which he could control at will, seven days had quietly passed.
For Ling Xiao, these seven days felt like a long and endless nightmare, yet also like a transformative journey of rebirth.
He finally slowly withdrew his fist, his movements steady and powerful, as if announcing the end of a battle.
He stood still, slightly raised his head, and slowly scanned his surroundings.
In an instant, a chill, like an icy snake, crept up his spine, causing his body to tremble slightly.
Beneath his feet was no longer the solid ground; the land that once made him feel safe and secure had vanished.
What he stood on was nothing more than a jagged boulder suspended above an endless abyss.
The giant rock teetered precariously, as if it might be swallowed up by the endless darkness below at any moment.
The surrounding air was filled with a suffocating and terrifying atmosphere, making it hard to breathe.
Looking around, all that could be seen was a chilling, bottomless dark void!
The darkness was like a giant vortex, seemingly capable of sucking in one's soul.
This vast realm of death seemed to have been forcibly torn from the earth by an invisible, world-destroying claw, leaving only desolation and death.
In this void, only countless enormous spatial rifts, their edges shimmering with chaotic light, crisscrossed each other, like ugly, unhealable scars on the edge of this void.
Some of these spatial rifts resembled giant, winding serpents, their bodies twisted and contorted.
Some resembled menacing demons, exuding a terrifying aura;
Some, however, resemble shattered mirrors, reflecting eerie light.
They silently testify to the terrifying residual power of those repeated Dragon-Breaking Fists, power capable of annihilating everything!
Each crack is like a wound in time, recording that breathtaking moment, making one imagine the world-destroying scene at that time.
Just then, from the depths of his consciousness, Green Spirit's ancient and vast voice rang out, like the tolling of a bell from the distant sky, carrying a rare, almost stingy, acknowledgment: "Hmm... for now, I've barely managed to touch the threshold."
This simple sentence was like heavenly music to Ling Xiao.
He knew that the seven days of arduous training had not been in vain, and he had finally taken an important step in the cultivation of the Evil Dragon Breaking Boundary Fist.
Lingxiao stood in this desolate world, surrounded by endless grayness and silence, as if time itself had stood still.
He took a deep breath of the thin, almost stagnant air, the cool sensation traveling from his nasal cavity to his heart and lungs, but it couldn't suppress the overwhelming shock in his heart.
The terrifying power displayed by the monstrous dragon's boundary-breaking fist just now kept replaying in his mind like a nightmare, and every scene made him tremble with fear.
He steadied himself slightly and asked in a deep voice, his voice echoing in the empty and silent space, carrying a hint of urgency and awe: "Senior, what kind of extraordinary master created this Evil Dragon Breaking Boundary Fist?"
Its power and might were simply... simply unbelievable!
The booming sound of that fist tearing through space still seemed to echo in his ears;
The terrifying energy surging from the shattered space seemed to still be raging before his eyes.
He simply couldn't imagine what kind of person could create such an incredible martial art. (End of Chapter)
