The mountain winds howled as the MC stood at the edge of a cliff, overlooking the endless expanse of the world below. His robes fluttered against the force of nature, but his body remained unmoving, rooted in unwavering resolve.
It had been over a year since he had begun his training in isolation. He had pushed himself beyond all conceivable limits, and now, only one goal remained—absolute mastery over the nine supreme techniques.
He exhaled slowly, his breath forming a mist despite the absence of cold. His muscles tensed, his mind sharpened. It was time to perfect what he had already begun.
Forging the Unbreakable Sword
The first step was refining Eclipse Dragon Rend. Until now, he had been able to cut through space, but true mastery required something more—a slash so absolute that nothing could defy its severance.
He gripped his sword and swung.
A thin, imperceptible cut extended through the sky, and then—silence.
A moment later, the mountain behind him split without a sound. It did not crumble, did not explode, it merely ceased to be a single entity.
He frowned. Still not enough.
His sword trembled slightly in his grasp. He could feel it—it was on the verge of something greater. He had not yet reached its full potential, but he was close.
Dancing with Shadows
Next, he turned to Void Emperor's Step. Before, he could teleport across distances, but there was always a trace left behind. That was unacceptable.
He closed his eyes and took a step forward.
A sudden gust of wind swept through the area.
The world seemed untouched. The trees, the ground, even the dust—none reacted to his movement.
And yet, he was gone.
For the first time, he had completely erased his presence. Not even the gods could detect him in this state.
The Devourer Awakens
He turned to the Heaven's Devourer Palm. A technique capable of erasing anything it touched, yet he had never managed to erase something truly untouchable.
He raised his hand and reached forward.
A dense formation of energy took shape before him—a barrier made of divine energy, something that should have been unbreakable.
He clenched his palm into a fist.
The barrier ceased to exist.
He didn't destroy it. He didn't counter it. He merely removed it from existence.
His mastery was complete.
The Evolution of Martial Arts
One by one, the remaining supreme techniques were perfected. Each refined to the point where their power transcended logic.
But he was not satisfied.
The techniques were powerful. But they were separate.
His goal was no longer just mastery—it was to create a supreme martial art.
He stepped back and closed his eyes. He began to combine everything he had learned.
His swordplay merged with his palm techniques.
His concealment merged with his step techniques.
His breath techniques intertwined with his fist techniques.
The fusion was seamless.
And thus, an entirely new martial art was born.
A New Legacy Begins
He opened his eyes, a glint of excitement flashing within them.
This was it.
A martial art that had no form, yet could adapt to any battle. A technique that combined the deadliest aspects of every discipline, yet had no weaknesses.
A style that was uniquely his.
He had mastered nine supreme techniques, and now, he had created something beyond them all.
But one remained out of reach.
Finality Beyond Gods: Zenith Extermination.
That was a challenge for another time.
For now, he had become something beyond mortal comprehension.
And soon, the world would know. The era of the Asura had begun.