The wind swept across the training grounds as the silver formations surrounding the Heaven Measuring Monument activated completely. Thin streams of spiritual light rose from the formation cores placed around the arena, connecting one after another until a massive circular array formed beneath the monument itself.
The ancient black stone began humming softly.
Not violently.
But heavily.
Like something ancient had awakened.
Xu Wen stepped forward calmly, though his eyes remained fixed on the monument with far greater caution than before.
"The Heaven Measuring Monument does not evaluate cultivation realm," he explained while adjusting the sleeve of his robe. "It measures concentrated combat output."
Several younger disciples listened carefully.
Xu Wen continued.
"Force value is calculated through the amount of spiritual energy, physical strength, and destructive pressure compressed into a single direct strike."
His gaze shifted toward the gathered disciples.
"No techniques."
