The Palm That Holds the Universe
Under the impact of this terrifying Mana Blessings—
Something shifted.
A crack appeared in the invisible wall restraining Leon.
His aura loosened.
Subtle.
But unmistakable.
His cultivation—
Was showing signs of breaking through.
Around him, the entire Amethyst Summit Division had fallen into an almost sacred silence.
The violent cyclone howled above the academy premises, yet none of the people present spoke. Dozens of eyes stared upward toward the figure at the center of the storm.
No one dared breathe too loudly.
Even the elders of Celestis Academy held their breath.
At the heart of the swirling storm, Leon sat cross-legged in midair. His midnight robes embroidered with thin amethyst threads rippled violently in the wind, yet his body remained perfectly still—like a mountain that had existed long before storms were born.
Mana surged toward him endlessly.
Lightning crawled across the clouds.
