Who Brought Him into the Cultivation World?

Able to endure repeated deaths, and to constantly rise again from the torturous pain.

Han Yu’s resilience indeed caught even the wise old man by surprise, as if this was something ingrained deep within his bones.

From the very beginning until now, it has never changed.

Especially Han Yu’s tolerance for pain, which is almost appalling.

Even the most strong-willed cultivators might face a breakdown in the face of such constant death, especially when suddenly losing all their power, the contrast is immense.

Thus, the wise old man’s admiration for Han Yu was entirely undisguised.

Of course, this didn’t stop him from coldly watching Han Yu continuously throw himself to death.

At the furthest point, Han Yu even rushed several miles away, even faintly seeing the gaping bronze gate, but ultimately, he was still submerged in the sea of people.

"This is absolutely impossible, I’m just an ordinary person here, how can I fight with cultivators, the difference in power is too big."

Han Yu couldn’t help but complain to the wise old man, who silently nibbled on some nuts, then turned his head with a puzzled look as if just awakened from a dream.

"Are you talking to me?"

Han Yu nearly lost his breath, here it was just him and the other person, if not talking to him, then who else?

The wise old man mockingly looked at him, laughed in a strange manner, "I think if you want to complain, you shouldn’t be complaining to me."

If it seems unreasonable, go find the Golden Spirit, why come to him?

"But why do you want to run?"

The wise old man suddenly asked him.

Nonsense, if I don’t run, these cultivators, each one with a knife, those who move even a bit slower would have nothing left to be hacked.

However, Han Yu quickly glanced at him with a strange look, this old fellow never speaks nonsense.

Either he’s trying to trick him, or... this old chap genuinely wants to help again.

Darn!

When Han Yu turned to look at those cultivators, a strange fierceness surged within him, since the wise old man didn’t think escaping was necessary, then surely he didn’t have to run.

And if there’s no need to escape, then it’s time to kill.

Han Yu has this characteristic, stubborn; if he believes he can do something, he’ll give his all.

Look, even Artifact Spirit couldn’t stop him those few times.

"Darn, where did this old ghost come from, minding others’ business."

Outside, even the shy Sword Spirit couldn’t help but want to curse.

A group of people curiously was wondering what could have driven this normally timid spirit to swear.

When the young Sword Spirit explained the wise old man’s actions in a naive tone, she was still fuming, saying, "Who exactly is this old man! How does he dare enter my territory and give orders?"

Regarding the wise old man, the Fire Spirit and Wood Spirit were unaware, and it seemed only the Earth Spirit was in the know.

The Earth Spirit kept blowing bubbles, wagging its tail.

"Don’t look at me, this guy I don’t know when he was arranged in my territory, I just know he’s in charge of supervision. Last time he caused trouble here too and got his power revoked under the exam rules."

After several spirits exchanged, not a single one recognized the wise old man.

The Fire Spirit began to take pleasure in Han Yu’s plight, "Actually, he doesn’t need to remind, sooner or later when that kid gets ruthless, he will find out, it’s just a matter of time."

"Find out then so what!"

The young Sword Spirit seemingly still clueless about the severity of the issue, said angrily.

"Do you know what Han Yu is most famous for?"

The Fire Spirit swayed its tail with a serious aura.

"This guy’s most famous for his rashness. You dare give him such an opportunity, you just wait and see!"

No chances, and he’d still create opportunities for himself.

Now that opportunity was given, basically there’s no suspense.

The exam hall created by the young Sword Spirit may be ridiculously crude, but the crack left was big enough for Han Yu to fight through the entire exam hall.

"Isn’t that a bit excessive?"

The young Sword Spirit said in disbelief.

"We didn’t believe it before either."

The three spirits responded in unison.

Soul Realm.

Han Yu suddenly became murderous, and charged alone toward the sea of people.

Though his physical strength was gone, his combat awareness still existed, as well as his melee experience.

His opponents were right in front of him, Han Yu’s eyes glinted coldly, shouting a light command!

This moment created a huge momentum, even making the wise old man give him a second glance.

Han Yu leaped high, his fists like wind and thunder, or perhaps they were wind and thunder.

This was a boxing style learned from the Artifact Spirit, also known as Turtle Fist.

Before the man arrives, the fists are already there.

Before the fists arrive, the opponent is already turned into a pincushion.

Poof!

The wise old man almost laughed himself into tears, this scene was too hilarious.

But soon he couldn’t laugh anymore, as the resurrected Han Yu recklessly charged out once again.

Again and again charging, again and again falling.

Never stopping, never retreating.

Amidst the sea of people, light gradually flickered, and as time passed, golden brilliance continuously blossomed, until finally, it cleared a three-foot square space.

Around him, hundreds of cultivators were already down, and with the growing power of the Sea of Consciousness, the Golden Divine Power within Han Yu gradually strengthened.

What made the wise old man click his tongue in wonder was that Han Yu didn’t use the Golden Divine Power externally, but rather turned himself into the sharpest weapon with it.

Yes, at this moment, he was the sharpest sword there was.

From nothing, from the power of the Sea of Consciousness coming drop by drop.

No day or night in the Soul Realm, Han Yu didn’t even know how long time had passed, just knowing the relentless killing, the cultivators falling one by one, piece by piece, group by group...

Divine Techniques, As You Wish, Divine Communication, now at its peak!

At the very end, though his body was covered in bruises and wounds, the aura he exuded never dropped.

He fought through one mile, two miles, getting closer to the bronze gate, and no cultivator could stop his steps, no cultivator could make him pause anymore.

Just like the Fire Spirit said, if the young Sword Spirit left such a big loophole, Han Yu was bound to fight through the entire exam hall.

Time passed, and when Han Yu stood before the bronze gate, behind him was a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, and the sticky blood had dyed him into a man of blood.

Just when Han Yu was about to step into the gate, the wise old man suddenly spoke.

"Han Yu, there’s also a gate on my side, do you want to enter?"

As he finished, with a wave of the wise old man’s hand, the earth suddenly trembled, and a gigantic Futu Tower rose from the ground.

Nine-Layered Floating Tower, each layer housed different cultivators, arranged unlike this place, with even more terrifying momentum, escalating layer by layer.

The wise old man smilingly spoke, "My bronze gate here also leads out, how do you choose?"

Han Yu wiped his face, sighed helplessly.

He knew the wise old man was up to no good, it’s always like this, seemingly giving help, but turning around amplifies the difficulty.

He was clearly just a step from leaving, yet at this critical moment, he’s given an additional problem.

"Too lazy to care about you, you’re not the Golden Spirit after all."

Han Yu mockingly smiled, using the wise old man’s own words against him.

Unhurried, the wise old man clapped his hands and stood with arms crossed.

"The cultivators at every level of the tower are different in strength, just like the current predicament in Central Continent, you never know when it will end, how do you choose?"

"Screw you, you’re trying to talk me into this again!"

Han Yu was furious, couldn’t resist wanting to spit at the wise old man.

Especially as the wise old man, in his persistence, wouldn’t let up, "The path given by the Wood Spirit, you didn’t walk, the path given by the Earth Spirit, you didn’t walk either."

The Fire Spirit’s path happened to suit Han Yu’s temperament, no arguments there.

"So then, will you walk this straightforward and direct path given by the Golden Spirit?"

"As it happens, I also have a path here, not easy to walk, do you want to give it a try?"

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