An on-the-verge-of-shattering stone stele was jammed into the earth. Lu Qing stood on the sun-facing side of the stele, looking at the fist-print notch that had nearly pierced all the way through. The impression the notch gave was that the cracks radiating from the center to the four corners could cause the stele to disintegrate at any moment. Yet if someone truly reached out to touch it, they would discover that it was actually not all that easy to snap the fragments off.
Within the stone stele lay a layer of extremely hard-to-probe force. It wanted to shatter the stele into pieces, yet simultaneously, it was congealed right within it, maintaining a state of being ready to launch without yet doing so. Therefore, what allowed the stele to survive to this day relied not on whether its inherent material was sturdy or not, but rather on the current posture of this force.
If one were to let this posture flow once more...
Lu Qing stood for a moment, her body sinking slightly. Suddenly, she struck a punch toward the notch, her fist-front stopping abruptly just as it was about to touch the sharp edges of the stone fractures. Throughout the entire process, it did not stir up any sound of wind. However, the stele vibrated with a hum, and the state of the force within it showed a tendency toward instability.
Slowly withdrawing her fist, the thick ghostly Qi within a radius of a mile around Lu Qing's location was unexpectedly swept completely clean without a sound. In this near-pure air, thoughts flickered within the female cultivator's mind: This is his mark from the peak of his power...
At that moment, she suddenly sensed something and looked back in astonishment, only to see that about three miles away, the flow