Reborn in the Great Yan Dynasty: I Cultivated to Become a Martial Saint Through Telekinesis

Chapter 112 Mortal Life

"May you all emerge alive and grow into pillars of my Hun Tian Sect."

The sect leader looked at the 150 disciples, and the Cold Sword Martial Saint and other masters also looked at Mo Zheng and his group.

Whether they live or die after this journey is uncertain.

Silence remained, but the disciple at the head of the group strode towards the seven-colored light gate.

One by one, the disciples went in.

As soon as Mo Zheng stepped into the seven-colored light gate, the space in front of him instantly became distorted. Visibly, a huge figure that blotted out the sky suddenly appeared in the light gate. It looked like the head of a real dragon. It opened its mouth and suddenly sucked Mo Zheng in. It seemed that its mouth led to another world.

In that instant, Mo Zheng felt as if the space around him was sealed off, and his entire body suddenly lost control, unable to move an inch.

A tremendous fear surged into his heart. Under the aura of that true dragon, Mo Zheng felt as insignificant as an ant, a feeling even more terrifying than facing the sect master and the Cold Sword Martial Saint.

The dragon swallowed Mo Zheng whole, then vanished without a trace.

Mo Zheng's figure also disappeared.

A dazzling display of light and shadow filled my vision, making me dizzy and unable to look directly at it.

However, this feeling quickly disappeared, and everything returned to calm.

Before Mo Zheng appeared an extremely wide corridor, about a hundred feet high and several tens of feet wide, with plain white walls on all four sides, emitting a hazy white light, which was extremely dreamlike.

"Is this the Haotian Secret Realm? A special secret realm used to test disciples? Where are the others?"

Mo Zheng looked around and was startled to find himself all alone.

Clearly, it was a special mechanism of the Haotian Secret Realm that separated them, allowing them to undergo the test individually.

Suddenly, a hazy, colorful light descended, heading straight for Mo Zheng, enveloping him completely before he could react.

Mo Zheng was puzzled; the Martial Saint of the Cold Sword had not mentioned this situation.

"Assessor's strength: Second-tier martial artist. Please proceed along the corridor to enter the first stage of the assessment."

An ancient and desolate voice suddenly rang out in the corridor, and then the colorful light that had enveloped Mo Zheng vanished without a trace.

"Is the first test at the end of the corridor?"

Mo Zheng stared at the long corridor radiating white light; the end was so far away that even with his eyesight, he couldn't see it clearly.

He didn't bother to think too much, reached into his treasure pouch and took out the sound-collecting device, then carefully walked towards the corridor.

suddenly-

Six beams of light shot out from the walls on all sides, one in front and one in back. These beams of light gradually solidified into twelve burly men holding weapons in front of Mo Zheng. These men were all dressed in silver robes, holding long swords, wearing gray masks, and their eyes were filled with astonishing killing intent!

"kill----"

The twelve silver-robed swordsmen in front and behind each let out an angry shout and charged towards Mo Zheng at lightning speed!

call out!call out!call out!

The twelve men moved with lightning speed, blocking him from both front and back. Their longswords crisscrossed in perfect coordination, completely obscuring Mo Zheng's space to move and dodge.

"Man and sword as one, the sword path of the One Realm?"

Mo Zheng, with his keen eyesight, immediately discerned the martial arts cultivation of these twelve individuals. When they drew their swords, their movements were perfectly synchronized and harmonious, a level of unity that only true disciples of the Martial Arts Hall could achieve.

However, having already grasped the essence of martial arts, how could Mo Zheng possibly take the swordsmanship of the Unity Realm seriously?

"Then try my Wind Shadow Sword Technique!"

Mo Zheng's Hearing Sword suddenly moved. He didn't dodge at all, and charged straight forward.

Within the encirclement of twelve people, his figure suddenly split into six. The six Mo Zheng simultaneously wielded their longswords, their sword light light and swift, their sword momentum unpredictable and impossible to catch. This was the strongest realm of the Wind Shadow Sword Technique: Splitting Light and Transforming Shadows!

After fully comprehending the intent of the Gale Sword, Mo Zheng can create up to nine separate figures at the same time when using the Dividing Light and Shadow technique.

*Pfft, pfft, pfft*

A series of sounds of longswords piercing flesh rang out, and suddenly the six Mo Zhengs merged into one, while the six silver-robed swordsmen directly in front of him all had a sword mark between their eyebrows.

The bodies of the six silver-robed swordsmen suddenly disappeared, turning into specks of silver light that quickly merged into the six silver-robed swordsmen behind Mo Zheng.

Visibly, the silver-robed swordsmen behind Mo Zheng suddenly grew much larger, and their speed and aura increased dramatically!

Whoosh whoosh whoosh————

In the instant Mo Zheng was surprised, the six longswords had already crossed several feet and arrived in front of him. The chilling aura emanating from the blades made Mo Zheng feel a chill run down his spine.

He quickly swung his sword to defend himself.

With incredible speed, he formed a net of swords in front of him.

"Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!" In an instant, six longswords clashed together.

Feeling the powerful force from the longsword, Mo Zheng frowned slightly, tapped his toes, and quickly created distance. He looked at the six people with a look of surprise and uncertainty in his eyes.

These six silver-robed swordsmen initially displayed speed and agility that were at most at the minor completion stage of the Bone and Tendon Realm. However, after absorbing the power of the other six dead men, they all improved to the major completion stage of the Bone and Tendon Realm.

If they continue to kill, their power will be concentrated in one person, and who knows how strong they will become? Will they break through the Bone and Tendon Realm and reach the Visceral Realm?

Perhaps, it won't even come to that.

Mo Zheng recalled the words of the Cold Sword Martial Saint before he came in: among these people, there was one person who, once killed, would cause everyone else to die instantly.

So, is it time to rely on luck?

Just as he was pondering this, the six silver-robed swordsmen rushed in front of Mo Zheng again, each roaring and brimming with killing intent, as if Mo Zheng's killing of their companion had enraged them.

All six longswords were deadly attacks; they even abandoned defense.

Mo Zheng gazed at the six sharp sword lights, but a few concerns remained in his heart. It was easy to kill them now, but the problem was that the opponent would become stronger for every person he killed.

He swayed left and right, his figure like a ghost, easily dodging the six sword lights. Knowing that delaying was not a solution, he had already made up his mind.

hum!

Mo Zheng's figure vanished from his spot in an instant, appearing behind a silver-robed swordsman on the left and piercing his head with a single sword strike!

Just like before, the dead silver-robed swordsman turned into silver light and landed on the remaining five people, whose aura was even stronger!

not him?

Mo Zheng felt a little disappointed, but he quickly composed himself, chose another silver-robed swordsman, activated the Wind Shadow Sword Technique, and stabbed him in the heart.

Unfortunately, it still isn't.

The remaining four have increased their strength slightly, and they all look like they are about to break through to the peak of the Bone and Tendon Realm.

call out!

Mo Zheng found an opening, his longsword flashing like lightning, and expressionlessly killed the third silver-robed swordsman.

"kill!"

The remaining three silver-robed swordsmen broke through to the peak of the Bone and Tendon Realm in that instant, their speed and strength increasing dramatically, and they began to attack Mo Zheng fiercely.

The three silver-robed swordsmen, at the peak of the Bone and Tendon Realm, cooperated perfectly, and their swordsmanship cultivation also increased to the peak of the Unity Realm.

Even with Mo Zheng's formidable strength, without unleashing his martial arts intent, he still felt somewhat strained facing this siege.

"#!"

As he parried and dodged with his sword, Mo Zheng couldn't help but curse inwardly.

That's incredibly unlucky! Out of twelve choices, I didn't even pick one!

Should we continue the slaughter?

Mo Zheng hesitated. If he failed again, would the remaining two silver-robed swordsmen break through to the Visceral Realm?

This concern made him understand to some extent why the qualification assessment for the Haotian Secret Realm also included a test of luck.

Some disciples who were much weaker than him might have killed the key silver-robed swordsman first, without having to fight as hard as he did.

"Let's try one more time, just one last time! I refuse to believe it!"

A fierce glint flashed in Mo Zheng's eyes, and he suddenly unleashed his sword intent, transforming into a whirlwind that swept past a silver-robed swordsman beside him.

The figure fell to the ground and shattered with a crash, and specks of silver light flowed back into the bodies of the two silver-robed swordsmen beside him.

"Kill! Kill!"

The two roared and charged toward Mo Zheng, their eyes beneath their masks brimming with killing intent that was almost tangible!

The two figures were now nearly three meters tall, and their aura had reached the critical point of the Bone and Tendon Realm. As they swung their longswords, a trace of sword intent could be faintly released!

run!

Seeing this change, Mo Zheng did not hesitate at all. He activated his Gale Sword Intent and rushed towards the bottom of the corridor.

What's the point of killing them? He killed ten out of twelve people and still couldn't find the key figure. What luck!

What bad luck! So incredibly bad luck!

Mo Zheng, who had always had a smooth journey in his cultivation, never imagined that his luck would be so good, and that his luck would be so bad.

As for killing another person, his swordsmanship is sufficient, but he's not a gambler. If he kills the wrong person again, the remaining one will break through to the Visceral Realm.

Although he was somewhat confident that he could go toe-to-toe with a master of the Visceral Realm, this was only the first hurdle, and it wasn't necessary to kill all the silver-robed swordsmen to pass through. Why would he bother challenging a master of the Visceral Realm?

With the full force of his Gale Sword Intent, Mo Zheng's figure moved like a gust of wind, gradually widening the distance between himself and the two silver-robed swordsmen.

The shouts of the silver-robed swordsman faded into the distance.

"Bang! Bang!"

Just as Mo Zheng crossed a certain boundary, the figures of the two silver-robed swordsmen behind him suddenly exploded, with countless silver rays scattering and exploding in all directions, creating a truly spectacular scene.

"call----"

Seeing this, Mo Zheng breathed a sigh of relief and stopped.

This is the correct way to pass the first hurdle.

As for relying on luck?

Hmph, only the weak pin their hopes on luck; the strong rely solely on their own strength!

"Um?"

Suddenly, a flash of silver light appeared on the wall in front of him. Mo Zheng instinctively gripped the hilt of the sword he had just heard the sound and looked over with extreme vigilance.

Then, the silver light appeared in the air, forming ancient and mysterious characters. These characters were completely different from those of the Great Yan Dynasty, possessing a unique beauty. Mo Zheng didn't recognize the characters, but as his gaze swept over them, the content naturally appeared in his mind: "Congratulations! You have successfully passed the first test of the Haotian Secret Realm. You are the 79541st person to pass the first test and are qualified to receive the Sun Flame Fruit as a reward. This is an extremely powerful treasure that condenses the essence of the Great Sun, and it has great benefits for improving the physique of mortal beings."

As Mo Zheng read this, he saw the wall suddenly split open, and a golden ball of light slowly flew to Mo Zheng's side.

He gazed at the golden orb of light, thinking to himself, "This must be the Sunfire Fruit, condensed from the essence of the great sun? Could this be the Visceral Realm opportunity that the Cold Sword Martial Saint spoke of?"

The airflow slowly dissipated without a trace, revealing the true appearance of the Sunfire Fruit, which was a crystal-clear golden fruit, no bigger than an egg, emitting a faint golden light.

Mo Zheng reached out and took it, and could faintly feel a scorching heat.

He held the fruit in his hand and continued to look at the contents of the light screen in front of him. It read: "Proceed to the end of the corridor to proceed to the second test. If you choose to give up, you can turn back and return to where you came from to exit the test. You have three days to consider. Once you enter the second test, you cannot give up or withdraw."

Mo Zheng seemed to be deep in thought. The vast majority of disciples who had passed this test, as the Cold Sword Martial Saint had said, could choose to withdraw. His strength was enough to rank first among all the disciples, so withdrawing was naturally impossible.

He was pondering the contents of the mysterious script.

The Sunfire Fruit can greatly improve the physical condition of ordinary life forms. Undoubtedly, the Visceral Realm is also an ordinary life form. So, does the Martial Saint level still count?

Since there is mortal life, is there also immortal or divine life, or eternal life?

No one gave Mo Zheng a definite answer.

However, he thought of the silver-robed swordsman who was getting stronger in the first level. If he continued to fight, he was afraid that a martial artist at the Internal Organs Realm would really appear.

This ability to create a martial artist at the Visceral Realm in the blink of an eye is something even a Martial Saint could never do; otherwise, they wouldn't need to enter this Haotian Secret Realm for assessment.

"Therefore, the master of this secret realm, that so-called supreme being, may be a great being who transcends the mortal world."

Thinking of this, Mo Zheng put away the Sunfire Fruit.

He hasn't yet broken through to the peak of the Bone and Tendon Realm, so using this fruit now would be a waste. It would be more logical for him to wait until he's out and his cultivation is at its peak before taking it together with the Visceral Pill.

Moreover, who knows what dangers lurk within this Haotian Secret Realm? It's not a good place for secluded cultivation and breakthroughs.

However, with only three days to spare, Mo Zheng wasn't in a hurry to move forward. He had just dealt with the silver-robed swordsman at the first level, and the subsequent escape had taken a full half-incense stick's time, which had also expended a lot of his energy.

He sat down cross-legged and slowly activated the Wind and Fire Qi Sword technique to restore his internal energy and physical strength.

After resting for a quarter of an hour, Mo Zheng, now fully recovered, stood up and strode forward.

The corridor was incredibly long; Mo Zheng walked for a very long time before finally reaching the so-called corner.

Without pausing, he turned the corner and went straight in.

After he had walked about a hundred feet, three silver beans suddenly appeared about ten feet away from him. The silver beans fell to the ground and made a series of clear, tinkling sounds.

Immediately afterwards, the three silver beans emitted a dazzling light and quickly condensed into three silver-armored soldiers wielding different weapons!

Is this... turning beans into soldiers?!

Mo Zheng was startled again. Wasn't this divine magic? How did it appear in this martial arts world?