This training ground, set atop the rock, was only a dozen or so zhang in circumference, but that was more than enough for practice. The center of the training ground was empty, while the perimeter was lined with various weapons and equipment for cultivation, such as stone locks, stone balls, and iron horses. Zhaang Ye glanced around, then strode over to the weapon rack and picked up two giant hammers.
Each of these giant hammers weighed over a thousand jin, but in Zhaang Ye's hands, they felt as light as a feather. Delighted, Zhaang Ye tried a swing. A strange WHOOSH echoed out.
Hammers this heavy, each weighing a thousand jin, were difficult for anyone without Innate Divine Strength to even wield. For Zhaang Ye to create a sound that tore through the air with a casual swing showed that the power in his arms had clearly increased dramatically.
WHOOSH WHOOSH WHOOSH WHOOSH—
