From Five Animal Exercises to being hailed as a saint and ancestor

That enormous, translucent hand, which blotted out the sky, contained the will and boundless spiritual power of the Mingxin Sword Master Lin Shouzhen. Like a punishment from heaven, it crashed down!

Wherever the palm strikes, the ground cracks, the rubble turns to dust, and even the lingering aura of the silent soul is forcibly pushed away and annihilated!

Yao Mengkang's pupils constricted, his bones creaked under the terrifying pressure, and blood gushed rapidly from his ruptured wounds.

He struggled to raise the long sword in his hand, even if it was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, he was unwilling to be bound!

But his arms felt as heavy as lead, and the spiritual energy within his body became sluggish and difficult to circulate in the face of that absolute difference in realm.

Is it over?

A strong sense of resentment and anger welled up inside me!

He has survived life and death, endured the erosion of a lonely soul, and forged an unparalleled foundation. How could he possibly fail at this crucial moment and become a fish on someone else's chopping board?!

At this critical moment!

"Hmph! Lin Shouzhen, this is my Nightmare territory, it's not your place to be so presumptuous!"

A cold, resonant sound, imbued with the unique power of soul energy, suddenly rang out, like a chilling wind from the depths of hell!

The sound wasn't loud, but it seemed to directly affect the soul, causing everyone who heard it, including the Heavenly Dao Sect disciples who were in poor condition, to tremble in their souls!

Immediately afterwards, a gigantic ghost claw, formed entirely from extremely pure, almost liquid gray soul power, silently emerged from the void above Yao Mengkang's head!

The ghost claw was wrapped with countless wailing and twisted soul shadows, exuding a chilling and deathly stillness that could freeze the soul. Without dodging or avoiding, it went straight for the giant palm of spiritual power that was pressing down!

"boom--!!!"

Two enormous hands, completely different yet both containing terrifying power, collided violently!

Instead of the earth-shattering explosion I had imagined, there was a strange hissing sound of energies eroding and annihilating each other!

The dark gray soul power and the translucent spiritual power intertwined and tore each other wildly, causing space to distort slightly at the point of their collision!

The stalemate lasted only a moment.

The next moment, the gray soul power claw trembled violently, and the soul shadows wrapped around it let out a shrill shriek. The claw tip suddenly became solid and dark, and a deeper and purer annihilation soul power erupted!

"Snap!"

The giant palm that Mingxin Sword Master Lin Shouzheng condensed with spiritual power was actually torn into several clear cracks by this ghostly claw of soul power!

The cracks spread rapidly, and finally, with a "bang," it shattered completely, turning into countless points of light and dissipating!

It turned out to be that humanoid soul beast that called itself "Nightmare," and it had a slight advantage!

This result, though seemingly unexpected, has its reasons.

Lin Shouzhen, the Sword Master of the Bright Heart, is a top sword cultivator among the Seven Realms Thrones. His offensive power is unparalleled among his peers, and he can even defeat those in the Eighth Realm to become a Saint!

However, he had just attacked in anger, and his target was only to capture Yao Mengkang, who was at the second level. He felt that using swordsmanship was like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut, which was beneath his dignity. Therefore, he only used ordinary spiritual energy to capture him.

As for "Nightmare", even though it is a Saint of the Eighth Realm, it is not good at direct attacks. However, it was prepared in advance and knew Lin Shouzhen's abilities. So it went all out when it made its move, mobilizing the original soul power from the depths of the Silent Soul Abyss to enhance its strength. With this balance, it was able to achieve a decisive victory and gain a slight advantage.

"You wretched creature! How dare you obstruct me?!"

Outside the abyss, Lin Shouzhen roared in shock and rage!

He never expected that the soul beast deep in the Silent Soul Abyss would dare to intervene directly, and he never expected that his casual attack would be broken by the other party!

For someone as proud and arrogant as him, this was nothing short of a great humiliation!

"Clang!"

A clear and melodious sword cry, yet containing boundless killing intent, resounded through the heavens and earth like a dragon's roar!

Even through the barrier of the Silent Soul Abyss's rules, the chilling sword intent made all living beings within the abyss feel a chill run through their bodies!

Master Mingxin has drawn his sword!

Nightmare's pure black eyes were instantly filled with boundless horror!

It knew Lin Shou was strong, but it never expected that the opponent's aura would be so terrifying after drawing his sword!

The sword intent transmitted from afar seemed capable of severing cause and effect and destroying all laws, making even a Saint of the Eighth Realm feel as if his soul was about to be torn apart!

There can be no more hesitation!

"Kid, good luck!"

With a low growl, Nightmare disregarded everything else and instantly activated the black teleportation jade tablet that it had been tightly gripping at the core of its soul!

The jade tablet shattered upon impact, transforming into an incomparably deep black light that seemed capable of devouring all light. As if possessing sentience, it disregarded spatial distance and instantly enveloped Yao Mengkang, who had just escaped the giant palm's suppression and was still somewhat bewildered!

"I'm not playing with you anymore!"

Having done all this, Yan did not hesitate. His soul turned into a gray line and fled desperately towards the deepest part of the Silent Soul Abyss at top speed!

It dares to take the attack of the Eighth Realm directly, but it dares not take the sword strike of the Sword Master Mingxin with resentment!

"Trying to leave?! Stay here!"

Lin Shouzhen's roar was like a thunderclap!

A condensed sword aura, seemingly capable of splitting heaven and earth, tore through the outer barrier of rules of the Silent Soul Abyss, and with the will to destroy everything, it ruthlessly slashed down!

The target was the fleeing Nightmare, and Yao Mengkang, who was about to be teleported away!

Wherever the sword energy passed, it left clear black cracks in the space, which could not be healed for a long time!

However, it was ultimately a moment too late.

The black teleportation light abruptly contracted before the sword energy reached him, causing Yao Mengkang's figure to vanish completely from the spot.

Nightmare successfully escaped into the deepest, most viscous energy region of the Silent Soul Abyss, where the suppression of rules was even stronger. Even Lin Shouzhen's sword was greatly weakened, and in the end, it struck empty air, only stirring up a violent surge of gray energy.

"ah--!!!"

All our efforts were in vain! The cooked duck flew away!

Lin Shouzhen was so angry that he almost vomited blood. Veins bulged on his forehead, and he wildly swung his long sword. Terrifying sword energy slashed across the mountains and land near the entrance of the Silent Soul Abyss, leaving countless bottomless sword ravines, as if he wanted to completely level this desolate place!

"Useless! A bunch of useless trash!"

He took his anger out on the silent Tiandao Sect disciples below.

The disciples felt the Sword Master's undisguised and overwhelming rage. They were all terrified, their faces pale, and they prostrated themselves on the ground, not daring to even breathe. They could only pray in their hearts that they would not be caught in the crossfire of the Sword Master's wrath.

Deep within the Silent Soul Abyss, the humanoid soul beast Nightmare's soul body re-condensed, its aura slightly disordered. The mist around its sacred body, composed of soul power, seemed to have thinned slightly, clearly indicating that its resistance to Lin Shouzhen's attacks had taken a toll on it.

It looked with lingering fear towards the direction beyond the abyss, muttering curses:

"Damn! Lin Shouzheng, who wields this sword, is really strong! He's terrifying even through the barrier of rules... Luckily, I ran fast!"

However, once back on its home turf, it immediately regained its confidence.

Thinking of Lin Shouzhen's furious yet helpless expression, it couldn't help but feel a sense of pleasure. Its pure black eyes turned towards the outside of the abyss, and it channeled its soul power to send out a sarcastic thought:

"Heh heh, Lin Shouzhen, your swordsmanship is quite good, but unfortunately, you're still a step too slow! Want someone? Come on in if you dare! I'm waiting for you to drink in the depths, but I'm afraid you don't have the guts! Hahaha..."

With the enhancement of soul power, the sound was clearly transmitted beyond the abyss.

One can imagine how ugly Lin Shouzhen's face must have looked upon hearing such sarcasm.

At the same time, Yao Mengkang experienced a long and intense spatial tearing and dizziness that far exceeded any previous teleportation.

As if he had been tossed about in a bizarre and chaotic spatial passage for a long time, just when he felt he was about to be torn apart by this disordered force, the pressure around him suddenly eased.

"Thump!"

He fell to the ground, and the intense dizziness made him vomit a few times before he could barely regain his senses.

He struggled to lift his head, looking around warily and blankly.

What comes into view is no longer that eternally desolate grayness.

The sky was a clear, azure blue, with a few wisps of white clouds drifting lazily by. The warm sunlight streamed down, carrying the fresh scent of grass and trees.

He was at the foot of a large mountain.

The mountain is not particularly tall or steep, but it has a majestic appearance, lush forests, and is full of life.

The mountain is covered with lush vegetation, dotted with exotic flowers and rare herbs, and the faint sounds of birdsong and babbling water can be heard.

The entire mountain is shrouded in a thin, ethereal mist, giving people a sense of tranquility, peace, and unfathomable depth.

A mountain is not sacred because of its height, but because of the immortals who dwell there.

This sentence inexplicably popped into Yao Mengkang's mind.

That's the feeling this mountain gave him: understated and reserved, yet seemingly containing unimaginable mystery and spiritual charm.

He propped himself up on his nearly broken body, leaning against a warm, smooth bluestone. Looking at this starkly different scene, he was filled with a sense of relief at surviving a disaster and uncertainty about the unknown road ahead.

Where...is this place? And where did that teleportation jade tablet take him?