The stone tablet shattered, leaving a palm imprint on its surface.
The blazing light dissipated after a few breaths.
Shen Can rose and gazed at the stone tablet, where the palm lines resembled mountain ridges, and the protrusions between the fingers were like towering peaks.
It seemed as if it could destroy the heavens and split the earth.
Upon closer examination with his divine sense, a qilin-like illusion flickered within the palm imprint.
At this moment, the figure of the middle-aged elder began to tremble violently, becoming as faint as drifting smoke, as if a breeze could disperse it.
"Elder," Shen Can exclaimed in shock.
The middle-aged elder waved his hand, "This palm technique is a divine art, a remnant technique passed down by the Ancestral Temple Keeper of our division, who once connected with the sages of the ancient era through a Sacrificial Spirit.
