Standing at the end of this jungle, Moon Dragon widened its round eyes, unable to believe what was in front of it!

In the northern part of the Wangu Mountains known for its tropical rainforest, there was only a thin line separating it from the frigid land, and perhaps only the strong knew the real reason.

"The heavy chill here is due to the ancient god's relics in this place," Wu Xian said, frowning deeply, "The Frost Tyrant probably has its eyes on it as well!"

In this world, strength represents the longevity of life. Some demi-god powerhouses, though as beautiful as flowers, even as charming as young girls, may already be over a hundred years old.

Yuanhui stood still, looking at the Wangu Mountains where he had been staying for a week, feeling extremely desolate inside.

"Hey," Wu Xian tapped his head, "Are you daft? We've only been circling around the entrance of this mountain range."

Wu Xian pointed at the connected mountain ranges behind him and continued, "Behind these mountains are the demonic beasts that can slay peak-level Daoists with just a casual move, entering there might be risky even for the Human Emperor, let alone you..."

"I get it, do I really have to go?" Yuanhui knew he was in the wrong, Wu Xian was becoming more and more like his mother, nagging him, but his teacher was right.

If he entered the inner part of the mountains, according to the characteristics of the demonic beasts, moving against the hierarchy would mean facing the primary spirit beasts, who liked to gather in groups of at least thirty, even up to hundreds, enough to trap a master of the Nine Hearts realm.

"Teacher," Yuanhui looked at the vast expanse of snow, his brow furrowing suddenly, "What's the situation with the beasts in this snowfield?"

He thought, the spirit beasts that could survive in such a harsh illusion were probably not easy opponents.

"Hehe," Wu Xian chuckled, remaining silent, but the spirit beasts here were of very high rank.

Especially the recluses, already possessing power close to the Boundless level. In order not to discourage Yuanhui's confidence, he only revealed their schedule for cultivation in this place: "Remember, this time we'll stay here for five months, cross the mountains for six months, reaching the Peak level of a Venerable at the Thousand Snow Fortress, the date can be shortened but not delayed!"

The previous requirements were not too harsh, but reaching the Peak level of the Nine Hearts seemed somewhat unrealistic at the same time. Thinking about this, Moon Dragon's eyebrows slightly furrowed, "Master, with such a difficult journey ahead, how can I cultivate to the Nine Hearts level?"

Wu Xian did not directly answer Yuanhui's question but took out a purple scroll from the spatial bracelet – the Falling Star Sword Technique!

"Although this Falling Star Sword Technique is a cultivation..."

Wu Xian wielded the falling star sword, while swinging the huge sword, he also controlled the trajectory of the sword's movement well. Finally, at the moment of stopping, a golden light burst out like a river, cutting a nearly kilometer-long mark on the ground, then the surrounding trees shattered instantly!

Disappeared in the flames.

Although Yuanhui's execution might not match Wu Xian's, it still made him somewhat excited, especially since studying this basic Longhuquan and generating sword aura through burning inner energy would be frustrating for him.

Upon receiving the scroll, Yuanhui eagerly started infusing it into his body, "Intermediate - Falling Star Sword Technique, consisting of three moves: Meteor Strike, Celestial Fall, and Soul-Linking Slaughter, a rare low-level set of rare combo techniques."

Celestial Fall required extremely high star core energy, almost rendering a mid-level Daoist attacker powerless with just one use.

As Yuanhui marveled at the intricacies of this internal skill, another voice resounded in his mind: "The third move, Soul-Linking Slaughter, involves infusing soul power into the opponent's body for a soul attack!"

"What? Soul power," Yuanhui widened his eyes and stared at his master for a long time before speaking.

"Soul power projection? That's only something an Emperor or at least a Saint can do, right?"

The master shook his head, chuckled contemptuously, and said, "Inflicting heavy damage to the soul is indeed a treacherous move, but it also demands a lot from oneself. Wringing someone's heart to death will naturally extract your soul power to kill the opponent. It's a killing move, but you might need to rest for half a month after using it once."

"..."

Seeing Yuanhui seeming to break down because he couldn't utilize what he had learned, his face darkened, making Wuxian feel a chill down his spine.

"Nonsense. You can freely unleash the Meteor Cut and use the Meteor Strike like this..."

Before finishing his sentence, Wuxian grabbed a stone, holding it in his hand, "Don't crush the stone directly, but rather cultivate."

Suddenly, he forcefully turned the stone in his hand into powder, dispersing it into the air, leaving Yuanhui somewhat puzzled by his master's actions.

"The power of the star core consumed by the Meteor Strike is not as difficult to recover as soul power," Wuxian extended his ten fingers, saying, "Just ten minutes, as long as you crush the opponent, heh heh, it's done!"

As Wuxian spoke, a sinister smile crept onto his face.

After all, both were searching for their own path. Perhaps he could never forget everything!

Wuxian's spiritual body was enveloped in purple smoke, causing his forehead to furrow in pain. He shattered a small mountain in the range and watched as the rampaging Wuxian extracted his actions, trapping him in the alchemy platform!

Yuanhui checked outside the spatial bracelet but found no suspicious figures or demon beasts after they dispersed. Finally, he breathed a sigh of relief, but his worries returned when he saw the purple aura surrounding his master.

"Disciple, I can't control the Dragon Emperor's lost soul. It may take nearly a year to recuperate, and I might not be able to defeat him," Wuxian slowly handed over the training manual to Yuanhui, detailing all his achievements in recent days, instructing him once more.

"Don't worry, I'm just having trouble controlling this guy. In this Immolation Altar, he can't exert his full power. I'll be back in less than a year. Be cautious on your own, and I'll inform you of the next steps upon my return."

After escorting Yuanhui out, Wuxian furrowed his brow slightly and said, "This kid, sigh, really, after entering the Dao, it's up to the master to guide the disciple in their cultivation!"

Although Wuxian felt somewhat guilty, only those who experienced loneliness were qualified to survive!

Being by Yuanhui's side was only harming him, but Wuxian would protect him from afar and come to his rescue when he faced danger he could not overcome.

It turned out Wuxian had been feigning illness, hoping to give this delicate disciple some training and unleash his hidden potential.

The Dragon Emperor's Lost Soul?

Naturally, it was a fabrication by the old man. How could one establish themselves on the continent without enduring the thunderous roars, without being drenched in the blood and gory battles?

After all, Yuanhui had only taken one step on his path, a distant distance from the real strong.

The next day, under Wuxian's almost perfect "cunning," Yuanhui began to venture alone in the Tian Shan snowfield. In fact, not just Wuxian, even the high and distant Holy Spirits accompanied him for protection.

In this domain, there was another place called the Realm of Solitude, symbolizing the conquest of all to become an organization of gods. Their leader was the Wild Frost Tyrant Ikuk, a lone wolf on this snowy expanse.

Initially the head of the snowy plains' top ten escort organizations, escorting the constantly flowing resources here, but the prosperous days and gradually growing strength made him forget his responsibilities, starting to expand as a hegemonic force. Ikuk defeated surrounding powers and merged them, making the Realm of Solitude even more terrifying.

Ikuk became insatiably greedy, dreaming of finding the site of the mythical beast Frost and becoming a true powerhouse. The elders of the organization had advised him that it was futile to seek the relic of this god without the strength of a sage, but Ikuk persisted, ignoring the counsel of others.

Although Frost Horse was in a weak position among the twelve mythical beasts, for ordinary sages and saints, reaching the realm of Frost Horse was considered unattainable, causing fear in these elders who had never seen the world.

Dragging his huge sword, Yuanhui struggled to walk on the vast expanse of the snow-covered plateau, unable to calm down due to the heat of the tropical rainforest.

Suddenly, three or four snow wolf demons emerged from the snow, carefully observing Yuanhui's movements, seemingly waiting for him to be exhausted to have a good meal!

Yuanhui's crimson eyes met the button-like eyes of the snow wolf demons, his giant sword in hand sweaty, because all the surrounding snow wolf demons were at peak level.

"Hey, this kid, if it were a human at the peak stage, it might pose a threat, but scaring a peak practitioner with just three or four junior demons seems a bit exaggerated, doesn't it?"

The immortal's method was indeed correct; he realized that Moon Dragon's cowardice would only belittle himself, so only by taking risks could he truly assess his own abilities!

Activating the star core within him, Yuanhui slowly gripped the Falling Star Sword in his right hand. Suddenly, a wolf seemed to tentatively pounce towards him.

However, the agile snow wolf demons, as ghostly as ever, showed no hesitation and swiftly condensed the power of the star core as they firmly held their giant swords.

"Starfall Slash!"

"Ha!" A pale red sword aura coupled with the sword itself launched a dual attack of physics and internal power, knocking the snow wolf demon that leaped into the air back tens of meters before it split into two on the ground!

The other three, instead of retreating upon seeing their companion's death, became even more violent and lunged towards Yuanhui as he prepared to steady his giant sword.

"What's going on? Don't snow wolf demons flee when they see their companions killed?" The immortal was also puzzled. Suddenly, his eyebrows raised slightly—these were tamed snow wolf demons!

Realizing this, the immortal quickly tried to mentally connect with Yuanhui, saying, "Quick! They…"

"What?" Yuanhui, who had just finished using these snow wolf demons as warm-up, seemed to hear his master's voice. Immediately after, a roar came from behind him: "Who? So bold, dare to kill the trained snow wolves of the Loneliness Realm!"

A few middle-aged men, one of them with a scar on his face and a particularly fierce appearance, glared at Yuanhui holding the giant sword, then at the snow wolf demon corpses on the ground.

Seizing the opportunity, the immortal sensed the strength of these men, clearly identifying the leader among them as Nine-Heart level, with the rest being no more than junior level followers.

One of them grabbed Yuanhui's collar, angrily scolding, "Brat, do you know whose territory this is? Let me tell you, this…"

Before he could finish his sentence, Yuanhui's sudden left fist struck him with a Dragon Round Punch, sending him flying, proving that humans were not weaker than snow wolf demons at the same level.