Kaal looked at the scroll glowing softly in his hand.
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The name alone carried weight. A body cultivation technique once used by the Founder himself, a legend whispered to have vanished along with him, lost to time and war. And yet, here it was, appearing as the reward for surviving the Founder clone's brutal trial.
Kaal's fingers trembled slightly, not from fear, but from the realization of what he now held.
This wasn't just a technique. It was a path.
He slowly unraveled the scroll, and as his eyes swept over the ancient text, lines of condensed wisdom and brutal comprehension unraveled before him like a battlefield of intent. This was no peaceful Dao of harmony. It was a war manual for those who dared to use their body as a weapon to tear through fate itself.
He exhaled.
"So… this is what he meant."
