The world stood still as he sat atop the mountain, eyes closed, body motionless. The wind howled around him, carrying the whispers of the heavens, yet he remained unaffected. A year had passed since he had perfected his martial art, yet one final hurdle remained—Finality Beyond Gods: Zenith Extermination.
This was not a technique that could be learned. It had to be understood. To wield power capable of erasing divinities, he needed more than strength—he needed enlightenment.
For months, he meditated, detaching himself from the world. He allowed his consciousness to drift beyond the confines of his body, seeking to unravel the essence of destruction itself. He had long surpassed mortal comprehension, but this was beyond even that. To grasp this power, he had to transcend even the concept of existence.
His training was relentless. Every breath he took was refined, every thought stripped of unnecessary distractions. The sky burned with divine tribulation as if the heavens themselves feared what he was about to achieve.
One night, as he sat in complete stillness, the world seemed to blur. The air around him thickened, and time itself slowed. His heart pulsed in rhythm with the cosmos, and his energy resonated with forces beyond human understanding. Then, in an instant—
He saw it.
The truth of annihilation, the fundamental principle of the end. It was not simply destruction—it was the complete severance of existence itself. A force so absolute that even gods would tremble before it.
His body shook violently as his mind expanded to grasp this concept. The sky darkened, and thunder roared across the heavens. Space twisted around him, and the world itself recoiled from his presence. He had succeeded—
He had grasped Finality Beyond Gods: Zenith Extermination.
But as soon as he did, a brutal realization struck him. His body screamed in agony, his veins burning as if they were being torn apart from the inside. His very existence struggled to contain the power.
Even after a year of training, even after reaching heights never seen before—
He could only use 0.0001% of its power.
The full force of this technique was beyond him, beyond any living being. It was not something that could simply be wielded—it was an endless abyss of destruction.
He exhaled, stabilizing himself, though his body still ached. The sky, once furious, gradually calmed. The universe itself seemed to acknowledge his success—while also mocking his limitations.
But this was only the beginning.
He had achieved what no one else had before. Even if he could not yet wield its full power, the path to mastering it had begun.
A small smile played on his lips as he rose to his feet. His journey was far from over. But before he continued down this path, there was one person he needed to see.
His mother.
And so, with a heart both resolute and longing, he prepared for his next step—his return home.
To be continued in Chapter 52…