In the void, a powerful figure whose body couldn't be clearly seen, pushed forward with a straightforward palm strike.
That palm strike, appearing exceedingly simple.
Yet as the palm strike pushed forward, one could see the heavens' birth and death, the rise and fall of all things, as if within that seemingly ordinary palm strike lay the most boundless wonderful method of the world.
Soon after.
The image shattered.
But the profoundness of that palm strike was already deeply engraved in his mind.
Shen Changqing closed his eyes.
Recalling the scene just now.
After a long time.
He reopened his eyes, already showing a shocked expression.
"What kind of powerful figure could unleash such a mighty palm strike, could it possibly be the existence that forged the Ascension Tower?"
A simple palm strike.
Seemed to contain the boundless mysteries of rules.
In Shen Changqing's current realm, that palm strike might be the ultimate manifestation.
