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

In the hazy outer area, a fierce and bizarre chase is unfolding.

Yao Mengkang's figure moved like a ghost among the jagged rocks and sparse, withered trees.

His clothes were already soaked in blood, some of his own, but mostly of his enemies'.

Deep, bone-revealing wounds crisscrossed his body, yet his movements of running, turning, and wielding the knife still possessed an almost instinctive fluidity and precision.

He cannot stop, nor dare he stop.

Behind them, the shouts of battle were deafening. The original large group of more than fifty people had dwindled considerably, with only about thirty people still relentlessly pursuing them.

But their formation had long since fallen apart, many of them had an abnormal red glow in their eyes, their breathing was heavy as bulls, and their attacks had lost their initial order, becoming increasingly frantic and fearless.

The continuous high-intensity battles and pursuits left them mentally and physically exhausted. The Soul Breath, like a leech, clung to their bones, taking advantage of their vulnerability and eroding their sanity.

"Hey bro, aren't you tired after chasing us for so long? Why don't we take a break and chat about our life goals?"

Yao Mengkang dodged a blazing fire talisman to the side, and with a backhand slash, he sent a disciple who was rushing at him from the side flying, sword and all. Even so, he managed to utter a few sarcastic remarks, trying to disrupt the disciple's already collapsing mind.

"You bastard! Prepare to die!"

His response was an even more frenzied attack.

Yao Mengkang sneered inwardly and quickened his pace.

He was indeed very tired, with tearing pains emanating from all parts of his body. Although his spiritual power was still vast, mental exhaustion surged like a tide.

However, the supreme foundation forged by the thirteenth level of meridian opening and the million-foot spiritual sea now displayed terrifying power.

His speed, strength, recovery ability, and endurance far exceed those of ordinary people!

With each breath, he frantically plundered the sparse spiritual energy between heaven and earth, merging it into the star-like spiritual sea, transforming it into pure spiritual power to nourish himself and heal his injuries.

He had lost count of how many times he had used the Silent Soul Blade Technique. Each swing of the blade was instinctive, the blade intent condensed. Although it was not as powerful as at its peak, it could still effectively block, counterattack, and even reap lives.

He was like a piece of stubborn iron thrown into a furnace; under extreme pressure, he was forged into something even more resilient.

"puff!"

With another strike, the Silent Soul Blade Intent silently swept past. A disciple with bloodshot eyes, who had rushed forward like a madman, froze abruptly. The red light in his eyes quickly dimmed, and he fell straight down, his soul already eroded and dissipated by the blade intent.

This is already the twentieth Heavenly Dao Sect disciple to fall under his blade!

Yao Mengkang himself couldn't remember how many times he had swung the knife. He only felt that his arm was as heavy as a mountain, his lungs were burning with pain, and his breathing inevitably became rapid. He was covered in blood and looked extremely miserable.

But his eyes remained bright and cold, like a lone wolf on a snowy plain.

The remaining thirty-odd Heavenly Dao Sect disciples were in even worse condition. They surrounded Yao Mengkang but dared not approach him easily. They just stared at him intently, their eyes filled with fear, anger, and madness amplified to the extreme by the Breath of Silent Soul.

Both sides were at their limit, resulting in a brief but dangerous standoff.

Deep within the Silent Soul Abyss, the humanoid soul beast narrowed its pure black eyes slightly.

The roar of the Sword Master Mingxin, imbued with supreme sword intent, pierced through the barrier of rules, causing it to suppress some of its playful intent.

"Lin Shouzhen... seems to be really anxious."

It pondered to itself.

"With his strength, it's not impossible for him to briefly break through the rules of the Silent Soul Abyss and attack from a distance, even at the cost of his own life."

Its attention was more focused on Yao Mengkang.

Watching that kid fight to the death against an enemy force that outnumbered him by dozens of times until both sides were exhausted, its resilience and fighting prowess truly made it feel a little uneasy.

"It's almost at its limit..." It sensed the disorder in Yao Mengkang's breathing and the heaviness in his body.

"If this continues, he will eventually burn out without Lin Shouzhen even having to intervene."

It remembered Li Hanshan's instructions and that black token.

Perhaps it's time to consider carrying out the prison lord's order and, at the last moment, take this kid back to the deeper parts of the abyss for temporary refuge.

Although it might provoke Lin Shouzhen to become even more furious, so what?

Deep within this desolate abyss, what can the Sword Master of Clear Mind do to it?

Outside the entrance to the Silent Soul Abyss, Mingxin Sword Master Lin Shouzheng stood with his hands behind his back in the void, his face so gloomy it was almost dripping with water.

His eyes, as cold as an ancient abyss, pierced through layers of gray fog and clearly "saw" the tragic scene below.

He was genuinely surprised.

The boy who was being chased and humiliated by his disciples below displayed combat prowess, resilience, and an unbelievably deep foundation, all of which far exceeded his expectations.

With his keen eyesight, he could naturally see that Yao Mengkang's spiritual sea was probably at an extremely astonishing level, far beyond what could be described as "immeasurable".

"This child... if he were to join my Heavenly Dao Sect and be carefully nurtured, given time, he would surely become a fearsome killing god who commands respect throughout the land!"

A fleeting thought of appreciating talent crossed his mind.

The sword technique Yao Mengkang used, with its aura of annihilating the soul, even struck him as somewhat eerie and powerful.

But soon, this sentiment of appreciating talent was replaced by even greater anger!

They killed dozens of my Heavenly Dao Sect disciples! The rest were all wounded, their minds corrupted!

There's no way we can let him leave unharmed, especially since he's been in the Silent Soul Abyss since the start of the assessment. He's the most likely person to know about the rank and the Holy Remains!

Seeing Yao Mengkang standing there stubbornly, panting and covered in wounds, while his own disciples cowered and hesitated, looking like madmen, the veins on his forehead bulged uncontrollably.

Useless! A bunch of useless trash!

He couldn't wait any longer!

If this kid were to escape by sheer luck, or die at the hands of these useless disciples, it would be an outcome he could not accept!

The rank and the remains of the saint must be brought back, and the secrets of this child must also be uncovered!

"Stubborn fool! I'll take you down myself!"

Lin Shouzhen snorted coldly and no longer hesitated.

He pointed his fingers like a sword and made a grabbing motion downwards!

It did not enter in its original form, but rather it condensed a wisp of its pure will and the vast spiritual power of heaven and earth, transforming into a giant, semi-transparent hand that was tens of feet in diameter.

It pierced through part of the barrier of rules in the Silent Soul Abyss, and with irresistible majesty and suppressive power, it descended down to capture the exhausted Yao Mengkang!

Before the giant hand even arrived, the terrifying pressure had already descended!

As if the entire sky had collapsed, the air around Yao Mengkang instantly froze. He felt as if his bones were groaning under the unbearable pressure, and the last bit of strength he had mustered seemed to be crushed by this oppressive force!

He looked up abruptly, staring at the enormous hand that was falling like a blot out the sky, and for the first time, his eyes revealed a true horror and despair that came from the depths of his soul!

The Sword Master was enraged and attacked from afar, and the result was terrifying!

He had no way to avoid it!