[Invisible Hand of God – Level 103]
[Grade: Cosmic Mystery]
Mass: 18314kg
Speed: 9157 m/s (26.7 Mach) at max lifting capability]
"Level 103!! what a pleasant surprise!!" Lin haoran thought excitedly, a grin tugging at his lips.
Before this, he hadn't known exactly how much a single stat point would affect the Invisible Hand of God. Now, he had a rough idea, it was almost the same rule as in the game, with higher grade abilities needing more stat points to level up, but since the invisible hand of god was still in its early stages it required only 1 points till level 100, then 2 points onward then will keep increasing as the level goes up.
As for why he picked the 'invisible hand of god' instead of primordial eye or instead of putting it on physique or mental strength?
Simple.
Increasing physique or mental strength by a point or two would barely change his overall combat ability. If things still worked like the game, one stat point equaled one numerical increase in those areas—not nearly enough to make a difference
And as for the primordial eye? Lin haoran was not courageous enough to level this up, although it was 1 rank lower than the hand of god, the hand of god had no upper limit and needed few points in the early level, while the primordial eye was a bonafide heaven overturning ability, made for high level players and had a level cap, meaning that even increased by 1 level needed an enormous amount of point!!
Satisfied, Lin Haoran stood up and felt bloated as if he had eaten 10 months worth of food, he slowly stretch for moment to get out of this feeling and, Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Mu Qinglan standing frozen in place, dazed, eyes wide.
"What's this brat staring off into space for? Doesn't he have anything better to do?" Lin Haoran grumbled in his head.
Turning, he barked, "Brat! What are you standing there in a daze for? If you've got nothing better to do, go finish preparing the rest of that wild boar from yesterday—we're having a feast. I've got something to handle and I'll be back this evening."
Mu Qinglan jolted as if struck by lightning, nearly jumping out of his slippers. He nodded vigorously and scrambled away in a panic.
Lin Haoran chuckled lightly. Then, without another word, he turned and walked off, the air around him humming with invisible energy.
He was excited.
There was a storm brewing in his bones—and he needed a place to test his power.
...
A hundred miles east of the Skyfall Mountain Range, nestled between towering cliffs and verdant forests, flowed a beautiful River. Its waters shimmered like silver glass beneath the noonday sun, weaving through jade-green meadows and beds of smooth black stone. The air was fresh, thick with the scent of wildflowers and mist rolling off the cascades farther upstream.
Lin Haoran descended slowly, it took only a few minutes to get here, and he wasn't even rushing at full speed.
The air rippled gently around him, but carried a weight, a silent declaration that the one who stood here could shatter mountains if he so willed it.
He then glanced to the left—an abandoned hill, half-eaten by time, its ridge-line weathered but tall, at least four stories high. Dry brush littered its base.
"This seem to be a good place" Lin haoran nodded.
Lin Haoran hovered above the riverbank, His robes rustled in the breeze as he landed beside the water's edge, beneath a lone wind-struck pine that had grown sideways over the current. Fish leapt occasionally in the stream, birds called from the trees—but the moment his feet touched earth, the world seemed to still.
Lin haoran then slowly raise his hand, and a terrifying telekinetic force seemed to be condensing upon his palm.
Then—
He struck.
With a flick of his wrist, telekinetic force surged forward—18314 kilograms worth of weight, compressed into an invisible instant, hurling at 9157 meters per second directly into the heart of the river.
The overall momentum was an enormous-167,676,298 kg of force!!
BOOOOOOM!!!
The result was not a splash.
It was an eruption.!!!
The air detonated with a thunderous shockwave. The force smashed into the surface of the river like a god slamming his fist into the earth.
The water didn't part—it was blasted into the sky, forming a gaping hole in the riverbed like a meteor had punched it. A deafening crack rang through the valley, louder than thunder.
A column of water hundreds of meters tall exploded upward—shimmering shards turning to mist midair, raining down like silver knives. The riverbanks collapsed inward, dragged by the vacuum left behind.
Fishes rained from the sky,A flock of birds burst from the trees in terrified unison. Deer in the distance bolted.
And in the center of the chaos, a crater lay where flowing water once danced—its rocky base exposed, cracked and steaming.
But Lin haoran was not done.
He turned his gaze to the nearby hill. He didn't even lift a finger—just thought, and the force responded. With invisible power coiling like a serpent, he launched a focused strike against the hill's base.
CRACK.
The hill didn't just collapse—it folded inward, like a sand sculpture crushed under divine pressure. The top was hurled skyward, boulders flying hundreds of meters before crashing down, one landing with a deafening thud two ridges away.
Dust clouded the skies. A moment later, wind surged outward in concentric ripples, as if nature itself was startled.
Silence.
Then Lin Haoran stepped forward. A slow breath escaped him, and with it came understanding of his current strength