I have practiced so well that every attack I make is sure to hit.

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In the vast world of cultivation, there are countless rare treasures, each of which contains amazing power.

Among these precious treasures, there is a medicine called "Xingling Pill" which is particularly special.

It can not only help cultivators awaken their dormant spiritual roots, but also lend a helping hand at critical moments, helping them break through bottlenecks and move towards a higher realm.

The pill that Ao Dagang got from the Shadow Organization was the Awakening Pill.

With the help of Ao Dagang, Zhang Lingfeng came to a secluded and relatively safe place for practice.

He stared at the Awakening Pill in his hand, his heart filled with indescribable excitement and anticipation.

He knew that this pill would be an important turning point in his life, and he was willing to give it a try no matter what the outcome.

Taking a deep breath, Zhang Lingfeng resolutely swallowed the Awakening Pill into his mouth.

The pill melted in his mouth, turning into a warm current that instantly flowed through his body.

However, this warm current did not bring him the comfort and tranquility he expected. Instead, it was like a raging flame that burned fiercely in his body.

"Ah!" Zhang Lingfeng couldn't help but let out a scream. He felt as if his body was being burned by fire and the pain was unbearable.

He gritted his teeth, endured the unbearable pain, and silently recited the cultivation techniques in his mind, trying to guide this power onto the right track.

As time went by, the pain in Zhang Lingfeng's body became more and more intense.

He felt that his flesh, blood, bones and even soul were being burned and tempered by this fiery power.

The runes in his dojo seemed to be activated by this power as well and began to operate frantically, forming a brand new magic circle.

This magic circle is like a giant compass, emitting dazzling light.

It seemed to form a huge vortex in Zhang Lingfeng's body, madly devouring all the strength in his body.

And the magical power that was extracted was exactly his spiritual root.

Finally, after a long and painful torture, the strength in Zhang Lingfeng's body seemed to have reached a critical point.

He felt that his spiritual roots seemed to be completely awakened at this moment, and an unprecedented powerful force surged in his body.

He opened his eyes and saw a dazzling sun forming above the dojo in his body.

The sun emitted a warm and blazing light, enveloping all the runes.

The runes continuously rotate around the sun, releasing power, as if celebrating the birth of this sun.

Zhang Lingfeng felt that all his spiritual power had merged with the sun. With the help of this new power, they began to evolve and transform continuously.

His cultivation advanced by leaps and bounds at this moment, and he seemed to see a whole new world opening its doors to him.

What surprised him most was that he finally saw the legendary foundation-building barrier.

This barrier has always been a huge obstacle on his path of cultivation, but now it has become so clear and visible before his eyes.

He knew that as long as he tried harder, he would be able to break through this barrier and become a true Foundation Establishment Realm expert.

At this moment, Zhang Lingfeng's heart was filled with immense excitement and anticipation.

He understood that he had finally taken a solid step towards becoming a strong man.

All these achievements are inseparable from his indomitable character and persistent pursuit of his dreams.

In the following days, Zhang Lingfeng began a more arduous training.

He used his newly awakened Sun Spirit Root to continuously absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and improve his cultivation.

With the help of this new power, his spiritual power became stronger and purer.

He constantly challenges his limits and tries to break through the foundation-building barriers.

Although the process was full of hardships and dangers, he never backed down. He firmly believed that as long as he persisted, he would be able to realize his dream.

Finally one day, when Zhang Lingfeng tried to break through the foundation-building barrier again, he felt that the power in his body seemed to have reached an unprecedented level.

He took a deep breath, gathered all the spiritual power in his body, and launched a final sprint towards the barrier.

At this moment, he seemed to hear bursts of rumbling sounds coming from his body.

That was the sound of his spiritual power boiling, and also the sound of him challenging fate.

He felt as if his body was torn apart by a powerful force, but at the same time a new force was born in his body.

When he opened his eyes again, he found that he had successfully broken through the foundation-building barrier and stepped into the ranks of foundation-building masters.

His cultivation made a qualitative leap at this moment, and his spiritual power became more powerful and profound.

He felt the new power in his body, and endless ambition surged in his heart.

He knows that this is just the beginning, and the road to true strength is still waiting for him to explore and conquer. But he also understands that as long as he maintains this tenacious character and persistent pursuit of his dreams, he will be able to go further and higher.

Zhang Lingfeng, Ao Dagang and Pengcheng stood together in the Haotian Sect's test field, surrounded by a bustling crowd, each of whom had dreams and expectations for the world of cultivation. The test began, and the masters of the Haotian Sect stepped forward one by one, using their unfathomable strength to test the spiritual roots of each cultivator.

The first person to be tested was Ao Dagang. As Zhang Lingfeng's master, he naturally had impressive strength. When the Haotian Sect's strong men probed his spiritual power into his body, Ao Dagang's spiritual roots suddenly appeared. It was a deep and steady spiritual power fluctuation, indicating that his spiritual roots were at the lower level of the earth level. Although he did not reach the upper level of the earth level, such a result was enough to make him stand out from the crowd. Ao Dagang showed a satisfied smile on his face.

Pengcheng was next, he stepped forward, his eyes gleaming with determination. The expert from Haotian Sect also probed into his body, and after a moment, announced his spiritual root level: "Middle earth level, not bad." Pengcheng was excited when he heard this, he knew that his efforts had paid off.

Finally it was Zhang Lingfeng's turn. He took a deep breath and stepped forward. When the strong man of Haotian Sect probed his spiritual power into his body, a warm and powerful spiritual power wave suddenly spread. That was the power of the Sun Spiritual Root, which was as hot as the sun, shocking everyone present. A moment later, the strong man of Haotian Sect announced the level of Zhang Lingfeng's spiritual root: "Sun Spiritual Root, upper human level, unlimited potential." Endless joy and excitement surged in Zhang Lingfeng's heart. He knew that his persistence and hard work had finally paid off.

However, not everyone is as lucky as them. As the assessment progresses, more and more people are eliminated due to insufficient spiritual root levels. Some of them begin to cry, tears rolling down their cheeks, their dreams seem to be shattered at this moment; some leave in despair, as if they have lost all hope; others beg the Haotian Sect to show some leniency and give them a chance.

But the masters of Haotian Sect ruthlessly rejected their request. They explained: "Spiritual root level is the cornerstone of the road of cultivation. Only with a sufficient level of spiritual roots can one go further on the road of cultivation. This has always been the rule of Haotian Sect, and it is also to ensure that every outer disciple has sufficient potential."

However, not everyone can accept such an explanation. Some people blamed the Haotian Sect for not recognizing the real reason out of anger, and even clashed with the members of the Haotian Sect. They tried to fight for their rights by force, but the result was tragic. The strong men of the Haotian Sect easily killed them, as if to tell everyone: here, strength is everything.

This scene shocked and frightened everyone present. They understood a truth: in this world where the strong are respected, not having enough strength means having no say. And those who clashed with the Haotian Sect because of failing the assessment became victims of this cruel reality.

The experience of those monks who had clashed with the Haotian Sect and were eventually killed because of their failed assessments was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples. The originally bustling and expectant assessment field suddenly became dead silent, with shock, fear and confusion written all over everyone's face.

The eyes of those lost monks were empty, as if all their souls had been taken away. Some of them stood there blankly, staring straight ahead without any focus, as if the whole world had left them. There was a bitter smile on their lips, which was a helpless mockery of fate and a self-mockery of their inability to change the status quo.

Others shook their heads slowly, mumbling to themselves, as if expressing their unwillingness and regret. Their hands were clenched into fists, veins bulging, as if they wanted to grasp the opportunity that had already passed, but it was in vain. Their tears rolled in their eyes, but they were forced to hold them back, because they knew that in this world where the strong are respected, tears are the most useless thing.

There are also some people who silently turn around and leave, with heavy and dragging steps. Their backs seem so lonely and desolate, as if the whole world has abandoned them. Their hearts are full of confusion and helplessness, not knowing where to go in the future.

The entire examination field was filled with an atmosphere of depression and heaviness, as if even the air had become sticky. The experiences of those soul-destroying monks became a shadow in everyone's heart, reminding them that in this cruel world, strength is everything. And those who clashed with the Haotian Sect out of anger and unwillingness became victims of this cruel reality, and their lives were forever frozen at this moment.

The lives of those monks who were unfortunate because of the conflict were suddenly extinguished by the hands of the Haotian Sect's strong men, like a meteor across the night sky, short and bright, but quickly disappeared. When they fell to the ground and could no longer get up, their faces froze with the final expression.

Some people still had anger and unwillingness on their faces, their brows were furrowed, their eyes were wide open, as if they were still expressing their hatred for the injustice of fate and the Haotian Sect. The corners of their mouths were slightly upturned, but not because of joy, but because of the anger and persistence that could not be let go. Even at the last moment of their lives, they were unwilling to bow to fate.

Some people had calm faces, even with a hint of relief. Perhaps at the last moment of their lives, they finally understood the difference in strength, and understood that in this world where the strong are respected, their struggles and resistance were in vain. Their eyes were empty, but they seemed to penetrate the worldly troubles and see a deeper shore.

Others had faces filled with fear and despair, their eyes wide open, as if they wanted to deeply engrave the last glimpse of this world in their hearts. The corners of their mouths drooped, revealing a hint of helplessness and sadness, which was a lingering attachment to life and confusion about the future.

The deaths of these monks were different, but their expressions all revealed their reluctance and helplessness to this world. Although their lives were short, they left a deep mark on the Haotian Sect's test field, reminding later monks: In this world where the strong are respected, strength is everything, and impulse and anger will only bring destruction.

The fate of those monks who unfortunately died in the conflict changed dramatically from that moment on. Their bodies lay quietly on the examination field, and their former passion and dreams have now turned into cold reality. The strong men of Haotian Sect did not pay too much attention to them, but turned away indifferently and continued their assessment work.

As time went by, the bodies of these monks were gradually cleared away by the sect's personnel, and their names and deeds were like dust in the wind, gently brushed away without leaving a trace. In the vast history of the Haotian Sect, their existence was only an insignificant moment, and they were soon replaced by new disciples and events.

However, for those companions who once fought side by side with them and pursued their dreams together, their departure is a heavy blow. Some of them may resent the Haotian Sect because of this incident, thinking that the sect is too cold and ruthless; while others may be more determined to pursue strength, hoping to avoid similar tragedies from happening again through their own efforts.

But no matter what, the fate of these monks cannot be changed. They once had infinite vision and expectations for the world of cultivation, but in the end they paid the price of their lives due to their lack of strength and momentary impulse. Their departure became a warning to the monks later, reminding everyone: in this world where the strong are respected, strength is everything, and impulse and anger will only bring destruction.

The surviving monks, with their memories of the deceased and their visions of the future, continued on their path of cultivation. They knew that only through continuous efforts and cultivation could they gain a foothold in this cruel world and avoid similar tragedies from happening to them again. (End of this chapter)