I sat in this drafty blue-tiled room, looking at the almost transparent glimmer lingering on my fingertips. This is definitely not some divine power that destroys heaven and earth. In this great world of martial arts, it is as humble as the dew in the morning. But only I can see that there are a few vague "strings" suspended on every artifact, every creature, and every operation mode of the technique.
I call it [resonance frequency].
I can see the most vulnerable "point" of everything. If I don't have enough cultivation and forcefully move it, my muscles and veins may be shattered; but if I choose the right moment, with just one finger, I can make a tall building collapse and a peerless magic weapon cut itself off. This golden finger does not give me power, it only gives me "leverage".
