The Pinnacle of Martial Arts

In an instant, it was as though heaven and earth themselves had fallen silent.

Everyone's gaze turned in that direction. The space shrouded in golden motes of light and shattered mask fragments was now as silent as a grave.

The fragments of the shattered mask fluttered and drifted through the air like falling leaves, spinning in the void as they slowly descended, giving off a faint glow.

Then, stirred by an invisible current, they began to whirl around one another like a vortex drawn by some will. Every fragment gathered together before landing neatly upon the ground, spreading into a "carpet."

An enormous body slowly unfurled.

Like a butterfly sleeping within its cocoon, it finally broke free.

First came the arms, then the shoulders, then the back, stretching and straightening inch by inch.

Arms extended from behind him one after another, becoming a "Thousand-Armed Guanyin" and fanning out into an enormous display across the void.

Then, he stood up.

The entire ground trembled.

It was the vibration produced as the weight of that body pressed down upon the earth.

Even the surrounding space seemed affected by that overwhelming aura, trembling without cease. Invisible ripples spread outward from the center; wherever they passed, light warped and the air shuddered.

Even the air meant for breathing became chaotic, making it hard to draw breath. Merely because that body existed, the air around it was stirred into turmoil by its aura, leaving no one able to breathe normally.

At last, that figure rose completely to his feet.

He was close in size to Divine Seclusion Heaven, a hundred zhang tall and towering like a mountain. White aura drifted from his entire body like a thin veil enveloping him, rendering his outline hazy and mysterious.

Yet the solid contours of muscle across that physical