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

Chapter 120 The Dead Genius is Worthless

This was Mo Zheng's first sword strike after his strength had greatly increased. The sword light was as swift as lightning and as powerful as thunder, clean and decisive, without any fancy moves.

boom!

The Crimson Flame Divine Weapon, carrying the power of endless flames, crashed down upon the silver-white stone tablet with overwhelming force.

A tremendous sound of metal colliding with stone rang out. The silver stone tablet withstood this terrifying force but did not shatter on the spot.

Upon seeing this, Mo Zheng hurriedly sheathed his sword to check.

It doesn't matter if the stone tablet isn't destroyed in one strike; as long as it's damaged even a little, it means there's still hope!

Unfortunately, the entire silver stone tablet was crystal clear and perfectly intact; there wasn't even a scratch, let alone any damage.

Mo Zheng was stunned.

In an instant, the expression on his face turned into anger.

"I don't believe it! I don't believe I can't break through your defenses!"

Mo Zheng shouted loudly, activating the power of his own bloodline, hum!

A layer of pale purple flames immediately appeared on his body, and two crimson wings extended from his back. Mo Zheng was completely covered by a layer of crimson feathers, which were crystal clear and had faint flames flowing inside, revealing a noble and majestic aura.

With the power of his bloodline enhanced, the strength of his body suddenly surged, and the feeling of shattering the sky with a single punch returned.

"Break it!"

Mo Zheng exuded an astonishing aura. With a loud shout, he soared into the air, flapped his wings, and crashed down on the silver stone tablet like a meteor.

At this moment, as terrifying internal energy was frantically poured into the Crimson Flame Divine Sword, the sword transformed into a raging fireball, completely engulfing Mo Zheng.

The dark red fireball, with an unstoppable momentum, crashed into the silver-white stone tablet like a meteorite falling from the sky with an extremely tragic force.

boom!

With a tremendous roar, terrifying shockwaves spread wildly in all directions. The scorching shockwaves were mixed with streaks of fiery sword energy, which landed on the ground and walls, producing sharp explosions. The white mist within a radius of dozens of feet continuously dissipated under the scorching heat, revealing the silvery-white ground and the empty hall.

However, Mo Zheng had no time to pay attention to these things; his gaze was fixed on the stone tablet in front of him, eager to see the results.

However, after all the strange phenomena disappeared without a trace, the silver stone tablet stood there quietly, just as it had before.

It was as if it had never suffered a full-force attack from a powerful expert in the Visceral Realm with a bloodline talent wielding a divine weapon, and remained completely unharmed.

Seeing this scene clearly, Mo Zheng was filled with despair.

Totally desperate.

It should be noted that under the medicinal effects of the Sunfire Fruit, he had already reached the minor completion stage of the Visceral Realm, and his bloodline talent allowed him to unleash combat power a level higher than his own.

In other words, his sword strike was equivalent to a full-force attack from a martial artist who had reached the Great Perfection of the Visceral Realm, yet it failed to cause the slightest damage!

Not to mention, he was using the Crimson Flame Sword, a divine weapon at the level of a Martial Saint.

It can be said that Mo Zheng had already tried his best, but he couldn't hurt the silver stone tablet in the slightest. How could this not make people despair?

His current strength is dozens of times greater than before, yet he still can't break this stone tablet. How can he achieve this by cultivating the so-called Seven Forms of Refining the Spirit with his mental power?

Could it be that these Seven Refining Spirit Techniques can increase his mental power by a hundred or a thousand times?

Even if he could improve in this way, his body would explode and he would die because it could not contain such overwhelming power!

"A dead end, this is a dead end—"

Mo Zheng collapsed weakly to the ground, the strange phenomena around him slowly receding, revealing a bewildered and helpless face.

There's simply no way to get past this special test!

Based on the difficulty of the third level of the Heavenly Ladder, which requires a Martial Saint level to pass through the last three levels, this special level of the fourth level must be even more difficult than the third level.

This stone tablet could only be destroyed by the powerful being known as "Qing" who was possessed by him.

But that level of attainment is something that Mo Zheng simply cannot reach, let alone in a year, or even in ten or a hundred years.

This trial is likely a test for those so-called innate beings.

Mo Zheng lay on the ground, his mind filled with countless thoughts, most of which were about giving up, while the rest were distracting thoughts about his family, the martial arts hall, and his own martial arts path.

He just lay there, silent, as if utterly despondent.

A person who has lost hope is nothing more than a walking corpse.

Half a day had passed when suddenly a flash of silver light appeared in front of him, revealing water and food.

Mo Zheng glanced at the water and food, and his eyes suddenly sharpened.

A dead end?

So what if it's a dead end!

How can we give up until the very last moment?

There's still a whole year left. Is he going to lie here forever, living like a walking corpse, until the deadline comes and he's killed by this secret realm?

Do not!

He would rather fight to the last moment and die than wait here to die in vain!

Isn't it just the Seven Forms of Refining the Spirit?

He can practice.

This Haotian Secret Realm far surpasses the imagination of ordinary martial artists; its creator must be a super being, perhaps even "Qing".

Those innate beings.

How could such a being possibly play tricks on itself?

Since he said that after successfully cultivating the Seven Forms of Refining the Spirit, one can break through the stone tablet, then he must be able to break through the stone tablet!

Perhaps there's some trick to it, but you'll naturally find out after practicing.

It's a pity we couldn't tell them beforehand; my sister-in-law and Qiu'er must be worried sick.

"I want to see just how remarkable these Seven Refining Spirit Techniques really are."

Mo Zheng stepped forward and carefully examined the cultivation technique on the stone tablet, muttering, "If I still can't get out after learning it, then this great being who created the Haotian Secret Realm is just breaking his promise and making fun of a little ant like me. That would be too unbecoming of him."

Having recovered from his despair, Mo Zheng guessed that there must be something mysterious about the Seven Refining God Techniques; otherwise, if the silver stone tablet was truly unbreakable, there would be no point in setting up this challenge.

He's been given a full year to be evaluated; he can't just sit here and wait to die.

"Seven Forms of God Refining----"

Mo Zheng read it carefully, but the more he read, the more alarmed he became. There were hundreds of pictures and words on it, all recording the cultivation methods of the Seven Forms of Refining the Spirit.

This is completely different from the Heavenly River Forging God Method he cultivates. The Heavenly River Forging God Method is just a method to strengthen mental power. By visualizing the Heavenly River, one can gradually temper and strengthen mental power, and that's all.

These Seven Forms of Spirit Refinement are far more profound and mysterious.

It may seem to have only seven forms, but it encompasses attack, defense, meditation, and even soul attack methods.

It is truly profound and extensive. In comparison, the Heavenly River Forging God Method is so simple that it is simply unbearable to look at!

What Mo Zheng didn't know was that these Seven Refining God Techniques, though seemingly simple, were actually the foundational techniques perfected by generations of powerful Refiners of the Heavenly Palace. Just this one set of basic techniques alone had laid the foundation for countless outstanding Refiners to become terrifying powerhouses thousands or even tens of thousands of times stronger than "Qing".

It can be said that Mo Zheng's so-called mental power in the past was nothing more than a haphazard approach. Only after cultivating the Seven Forms of Refining the Spirit could he be considered to have stepped into the gate of refining the spirit.

Mo Zheng's talent and comprehension need no further explanation. With the thought of escaping death and reuniting with his family in his heart, he devoted himself wholeheartedly to the cultivation of this spirit-refining technique.

Rest when you're tired, eat when you're hungry, and drink when you're thirsty.

There was not a single living creature in this mysterious palace, and everything was shrouded in white mist. Mo Zheng dared not explore it at will, and of course, he had no time to explore it either.

Aside from the necessities of life, Mo Zheng spent all his other time comprehending the Seven Forms of Refining the Spirit.

His ability to manipulate telekinesis is improving at an astonishing rate!

"Crimson Flame!"

Mo Zheng's mind stirred, and he saw a dark red longsword suddenly rise into the air, surrounded by a faint flame, transforming into a dark red lightning bolt that instantly crashed into the silver stone tablet.

boom!

With a tremendous roar, the Crimson Flame Divine Weapon flew backward, its blade humming incessantly.

The scorching air currents made it hard for Mo Zheng to open his eyes. After the aftershocks of the impact subsided, he hurriedly checked the condition of the silver stone tablet, and his brows furrowed immediately upon seeing it.

The silver stone tablet remained unharmed.

"My mental power has now grown to be comparable to that of a master at the peak of the Visceral Realm. When I wield the Crimson Flame Divine Weapon and use the techniques from the Seven Refining Spirit Forms, its power is probably enough to sweep across the entire Visceral Realm. Yet, I still can't do anything to this silver stone tablet. Is it really necessary to master the final move?"

Mo Zheng's face was somewhat gloomy.

He has been practicing the Seven Forms of Spirit Refinement for two whole months, and his mental power has already grown to the limit that his body can now accommodate.

Yet, it didn't damage the silver stone tablet at all!

"This final move involves condensing a soul bead, possessing the power to attack the enemy's soul. But what soul could this silver stone tablet possibly have?"

Mo Zheng looked bewildered but helpless. He couldn't break the stone tablet now, so he could only wait until he had mastered all seven forms of the Refining God Technique before trying again.

Huntian Mountain, the entrance to Haotian Secret Realm.

"It's been two whole months. Two whole months, and Mo Zheng still hasn't come out."

Xiao Ling, who was waiting for the disciples to come out for the assessment, looked very unpleasant.

She had high hopes for Mo Zheng, believing that he would grow into a pillar of the sect in the future. However, who would have thought that Mo Zheng would be unable to come out once he entered the Haotian Secret Realm!

You should know that with this little guy's talent and strength, the Haotian Secret Realm, although very difficult, should not have been a problem for him. However, the fact is right in front of us, Mo Zheng just hasn't come out yet.

"Go and report to the sect leader and the people of Liangzhou Martial Arts Hall that it is believed that Mo Zheng is dead and that the opening of Haotian Secret Realm has ended."

"Xiao Ling instructed."

Her disciples immediately responded, and then everyone who remained there headed out of the valley.

Mo Zheng was cultivating the Seven Forms of Refining the Spirit in that mysterious hall, unaware that the entire Hun Tian Sect was in an uproar because of his disappearance.

A total of 150 disciples entered the Haotian Secret Realm for the assessment. Thirty-seven of them came out. Twenty-four of them suffered minor injuries and will recover after some time. The other thirteen suffered varying degrees of disability, and two of them even exhausted their potential by using the life-or-death secret technique, becoming crippled as a result.

Although the casualty rate was higher, no one expected that Mo Zheng was one of the 113 disciples left in the Haotian Secret Realm. You must know that his strength and talent made him the number one among this batch of disciples!

As Han Jianwu Sheng had said before entering, Mo Zheng was fully capable of passing the first and second trials, and the third trial posed no danger.

However, Mo Zheng ultimately did not come out.

"I don't understand."

Yuan Tiansi, dressed in a white robe and wearing a jade crown, stood on the mountaintop, gazing at the starry night sky, and let out a long sigh.

"Junior brother, you're taking things too seriously," an elderly man in a black robe with white hair and beard comforted him.

He carried a greatsword on his back and exuded a chilling aura like an iceberg; he was none other than the Cold Sword Martial Saint.

Only he was qualified to comfort Sect Master Yuan Tiansi.

"You've been standing here all day. He's just a disciple; if he dies, he dies. We can train him again. Why go through all this trouble?" Han Jian Wu Sheng shook his head.

"I didn't expect him to die."

Yuan Tiansi shook his head. In his mind, anyone could die in the Haotian Secret Realm, except for Mo Zheng.

Of the thirty-seven disciples, the vast majority emerged during the first three days; Mo Zheng was not among them.

At the time, he wasn't in a hurry, thinking that the other party might have spent three days digesting the opportunity after passing each level, or perhaps they were climbing the twelve-level Heavenly Ladder, which was why they were wasting time.

Although Fang Yang, who came out last, said he encountered Mo Zheng attempting to conquer the Heavenly Ladder, a full two months had already passed!

Even if you climb the twelve-level Heavenly Ladder, it definitely won't take a month.

If he hasn't come out after two months, there's only one possibility: he died during the third stage of the Heavenly Ladder challenge.

Such things have happened before in the history of the Hun Tian Sect.

Some disciples, overconfident in their talent, attempted to climb the Heavenly Ladder beyond their own limits, only to be killed by the silver figure, unable to even utter the word "give up."

However, Mo Zheng is not a genius in the ordinary sense; he possesses the bloodline talent of telekinesis!

His true strength was even greater than the artistic conception he displayed, yet he died just like that?

"I'll say it again: death is death, and a dead genius is worthless. Don't be too sad. The people from the Three States Martial Arts Hall are still waiting on the mountain for you to announce the end of the assessment," said the Cold Sword Martial Saint.

"Senior Brother Han Jian, I understand. But I need some peace and quiet right now," Yuan Tiansi said.

The Cold Sword Martial Saint nodded slightly, said nothing more, and turned to go down the mountain.

On this mountain peak, only Yuan Tiansi remained for a moment.

He stood with his arms around his hand, silently looking up at the night sky. The stars hung high in the sky, shining brightly, a truly beautiful sight.

At this moment, the image that appeared in Yuan Tiansi's mind was that of Mo Zheng.

He first heard the name Mo Zheng from Xiao Ling and Headmaster Feng. At that time, he was pleasantly surprised that a genius had emerged at such a young age who had comprehended the essence of martial arts.

Two months ago, under his pressure, the little guy actually drew his sword and declared that he would risk his life to learn from the Martial Saint's methods. He admired that courage.

Later, he discovered that the little guy also possessed the bloodline talent of telekinesis, which made him overjoyed. He even gifted him a divine weapon before entering the Haotian Secret Realm. In fact, Yuan Tiansi had already decided that Mo Zheng would grow into the new Martial Saint of the Huntian Sect in the future, which is why he did this.

Who would have thought—

Mo Zheng actually perished in the Haotian Secret Realm.

Thirty-seven people withdrew, but Mo Zheng was not one of them.

Yuan Tiansi sighed softly once more.