Heavenly Rebellion: The Human Race's Rise to Prominence-Chapter 30: A Demonstration

Feng focused intently, striving to concentrate the spiritual energy on a single part of his body—his right index finger.

He had long since lost his integration with his Heaven's Pact, but the Blackwood Ruler didn't seem to care about that anymore.

It likely wanted to test whether his aura truly matched that of a Blackwood Alpha Wolf, a being akin to itself.

"Finally!" Feng shouted, his voice echoing through the forest.

Staring at his finger after hours of relentless effort, he felt a wave of triumph.

He had managed to achieve some level of success.

More specifically, his gaze was fixed on the fingernail of his right index finger.

It was enveloped in spiritual energy, shimmering faintly, and far stronger and sharper than any of his other fingernails.

"All right, time to test this out," Feng thought, excitement bubbling inside him.

Standing, he approached the riverbank, where a large boulder rested.

This time, he didn't use spiritual energy to enhance his overall strength.

Instead, he relied solely on his physical body as he thrust his energized fingernail into the massive stone.

CRACK!

The result was astonishing. It was as effortless as slicing through butter with a hot knife.

With a single, fluid motion, Feng had carved a perfect circular hole into the boulder.

"Damn, it works! This thing is so sharp!" Feng exclaimed, holding up his hand to inspect his glowing fingernail.

A smirk tugged at his lips as he realized the potential of this newfound ability.

If he'd had this trump card in his previous battles, he could have caught his enemies off guard.

It might not have been enough to kill them outright, but it would have given him a significant edge.

"Alright," Feng murmured to himself, "I think I understand what I need to do now."

He reflected on his efforts.

When he initially tried to distribute the spiritual energy evenly across his body, it hadn't worked.

The cultivation technique wasn't designed for human physiques but for spiritual beasts.

To use it effectively, Feng realized he'd have to adapt it to suit his human form.

Next, he had tried focusing the energy on smaller areas, like his fingers, but even that had failed at first.

Yet, during the grueling hours of cultivation, he noticed a subtle change—

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His fingernail felt as though it was growing stronger, even though he couldn't explain why.

Then an idea struck him: If I were a wolf, what would be the most important part of my body for strength?

The answer was obvious: the claws.

Since humans didn't have claws, Feng reasoned that the closest equivalent was his fingernails.

Testing this theory, he concentrated all his efforts on strengthening them—and it worked.

By observing how the Blackwood Ruler cultivated its physical body, Feng managed to imitate the process in his human form, albeit on a much smaller scale.

"It's fine," Feng said, his excitement palpable.

"I'm just starting out anyway. At least now I have a clear direction."

He clenched his fist, brimming with determination.

"I should strengthen all ten of my fingernails first. Once that's done, I can use them as a foundation to strengthen the skin over my entire fist."

Feng had a plan.

He understood how difficult it would be to strengthen his entire body with this technique, so he decided to work on one part at a time.

By focusing on his fingernails as the core, he could gradually expand his cultivation to the rest of his body.

Strengthening his fingernails would make it easier to fortify other areas, starting with the skin on his fists and eventually his entire frame.

His eyes sparkled with determination as he clenched his glowing fist.

This is only the beginning.

Feng noticed something remarkable.

The more he cultivated using this technique, the weaker the will inside his Heaven's Pact seemed to grow.

It was as if the Blackwood Ruler's will was finally beginning to acknowledge him as someone worthy.

"All right, I'll stay here for a couple of days," Feng decided, excitement glimmering in his eyes.

"My goal is to reach a preliminary level of success with this cultivation technique."

At around 3 p.m., after hours of cultivating, the Blackwood Ruler returned.

BOOM!

The ground around the waterfall trembled, and the water rippled violently.

When Feng looked up, he saw the enormous Blackwood Ruler descending from the trees.

The beast was drenched in blood—not its own, but that of its prey.

Clamped in its jaws was a massive Greenfang Python, at least ten feet long.

The python, clearly at the 9th level of Qi Condensation, radiated an oppressive aura, even in death.

Feng felt his heart tighten as he stared at it, knowing that if the python had still been alive, he wouldn't have stood a chance.

The Blackwood Ruler dropped the python in front of Feng and let out a thunderous howl, its deep growl resonating through the forest.

It was as if it was trying to communicate with him.

[The ruler is saying that you should eat this.]

The system's voice echoed in Feng's mind, breaking his daze.

Feng stared at the massive python and sighed inwardly.

I have a long way to go before I can even dream of accomplishing something like this.

He stood up, his expression solemn, and bowed deeply to the Blackwood Ruler.

"Thank you, Senior," Feng said sincerely.

This time, his gratitude was heartfelt.

The ruler's gift—the knowledge of the body cultivation technique—had already proven invaluable to him.

Without it, even if he managed to reach Brightshore City, finding a cultivation technique that perfectly suited him would have been nearly impossible.

AWOOO!

The Blackwood Ruler howled, clearly pleased with Feng's show of respect.

Its massive tail wagged, scattering dust and leaves in every direction.

Then, unexpectedly, it began to gather spiritual energy around its body, the dense darksilver spiritual energy crackling like living lightning.

BOOM!

The ground quaked as the Blackwood Ruler moved.

It started performing a series of deliberate stances, each one more awe-inspiring than the last.

Its howls reverberated like thunder, and its claws slashed with enough force to make the distant mountain ranges tremble.

The spiritual energy it wielded seemed alive, responding to its every motion with precision and power.

For thirty minutes, the Blackwood Ruler continued its display, transitioning fluidly from one technique to another.

It howled, leaped, and struck with an elegance that belied its massive form.

The sheer force of its demonstration left Feng speechless, it was like an apex predator was showing him its tricks.

Finally, the ruler came to a halt. It turned to Feng, its piercing gray eyes locking onto his.