Chapter 253 At the Top of Yin Mountain (2/2)

The tip of the steel fork was extremely sharp. The sound of friction could be heard when it was drawn across the air; it was as though space had turned into a piece of paper and a hole was created there by it.

Shen Lian cleansed himself of distracting thoughts and let the steel fork pierce through his chest.

The monster with the head of a cow and the body of a man disappeared.

Shen Lian took another step forward and was met with a little hill that blocked his way. The hill was filled with sharp knives with their sharp tip pointing upwards. A wave of mist blew past and was turned into half immediately.

The knives were significantly sharper than the steel fork earlier.

The sight of the mountain of knives would make those who were faint-hearted faint on the spot. Even the best cultivators would choose to fly over the mountain of knives instead of walking past it.

Shen Lian fished out a paper crane and tossed it up in the air. It was inflated and turned into a real white crane. The crane flapped its wings and flew towards the mountain of knives hesitantly. When it was halfway through, it fell down immediately.

Shen Lian did not feel any spiritual vibration this time, and he could not tell what was the trick being used.

He thought about it for a while. In the end, he stepped right into the mountain of knives. The knives cut into his skin, sending sharp pain up to his bier. The pain was clear.

Each knife was followed by another; his blood and flesh splattered all over.

Moreover, the knives were not static. They were whirring gently and rotated within his blood and flesh. Once in a while, they would extend themselves and shaved off a great portion of his flesh, rendering his white bones were visible.

Shen Lian remained calm. He was not bothered by the extreme pain and suffering that most humans could not bear.

Slowly, he made his way to the peak of the hill. The knives retracted themselves into the sand as though they were earthworms.

His injuries started healing at an impressive speed. Only light scars were left behind – the proof that he had suffered through extreme pain.

Shen Lian wondered if there would be a sea of fire following the mountain of knives. He also wondered if all of the ascetic monks in Da Wang Temple including Huike had gone through this, or maybe worse.

He had always found ascetic practices to be pointless, even though he had pulled through fifteen years of suffering in the River of Spirits.

The pain earlier was real, and the injuries were not.

However, to most mortals, real pain would make them lose their breaths and their lives.

Most cultivators would not be able to make it through the pain brought forth by the mountain of knives.

What greeted Shen Lian next was not a sea of fire, but the Golden Path. It was a path made of gold, and it was flanked by nameless trees that gave off a strange scent.

He walked on the Golden Path and noticed how small the leaves on the trees were. The trunks were covered with a translucent layer of rubber-like material, which was the source of the scent. The scent filled Shen Lian's nose and mouth.

The scent was comforting and was even better than the scent of flower blossoms.

After the painful journey through the mountain of knives, he felt as though he had reached the Heavens.

The strange scent soothed his pain, and the Golden Path was filled with a comforting spiritual force that oozed up the Yongquan Point located at the bottom of his feet. He felt refreshed.