"Wind has no form, yet leaves do."
"Without wind, fallen leaves cannot rise into the air. Without leaves, the wind loses what it bears upon. The Great Sumeru Hammer condenses all your soul rings into one, pouring them entirely into the Clear Sky Hammer and transforming them into the purest power."
"Soul rings are to the Great Sumeru Hammer what a raging wind is to fallen leaves."
"The north wind howls, darkening heaven and earth; a lone leaf at the river's heart, a single thread of sky."
"..."
"Have you remembered it, Little San?" Tang Hao raised his hand and gently patted Tang San's shoulder, speaking calmly.
"Sumeru, Sumeru... Dad, isn't... isn't this secret technique practically suicide?" Tang San froze for a moment. He knew that Sumeru and a mustard seed were opposites: Sumeru represented the infinitely large, while a mustard seed represented the infinitely small.
Tang Hao's expression darkened at his words. "Silence! Don't talk nonsense. Stay true to your heart and think carefully. In theory, our Clear Sky Sect's Great Sumeru Hammer possesses infinite power. Back then, with this skill, your great-grandfather could make even Qian Daoliu, the Great Enshrined of Spirit Hall, retreat three leagues. I remember him saying that our Clear Sky Sect's Great Sumeru Hammer was originally a Divine Skill."
"A Divine Skill?" Tang San was overjoyed, staring at Tang Hao as shock surged through his heart.
Tang Hao said solemnly, "Your great-grandfather said that only after breaking through to rank one hundred would it be possible to execute the Great Sumeru Hammer perfectly. Aren't you going to Sea God Island next? I heard from your great-grandfather that there seems to be a divine inheritance there as well. If you get the chance, Little San, you must seize it."
"Yes, I understand, Father." Tang San