Before the mace's tip even arrived, the sheer force flattened all vegetation within a thirty-foot radius, the pressure carving a bowl-shaped crater into the earth.
As he withdrew the mace, its lingering vibrations echoed for a long time, like the cry of a dragon.
'Your Eight Desolates Dragon Fall Mace Technique has reached the Initiate Stage.'
As the notification appeared on the Attribute Panel, Xu Yunfan's Sea of Consciousness churned, and countless scenes of his training flooded forth.
In his mind's eye, he stood atop a towering precipice, wielding the Red Fire Dragon-Swallowing Mace against the celestial winds. As the Heavy Mace descended, mountainsides cracked and crumbled. Its tip triggered the collapse of a vortex of clouds, like a great dragon diving from the heavens. He had trained this way for three full years, until a single strike of his mace could command the wind and clouds, flowing as smoothly as quicksilver.
