Chapter 289: Chapter 167: Going with the Flow, Shen Meinan the Swordswoman (Double Length)

Wen Yao understood this was the shortcut to sanctification arranged by his master.

It was also a path of no return.

To walk the path of "Only Me," one must show through actions what "Only Me" truly means to heaven and earth.

In other words, "proving the Tao" is posing a query to heaven and earth.

Pose the problem yourself, then deliver the answer.

If heaven and earth acknowledge it, the "proving the Tao" is deemed successful.

The more complete the answer sheet, the more heaven and earth support your Dao, and the greater the power they grant you.

Once, Huo Hengxuan leveraged this by forcing through the path of "Protecting the Kingdom" to ascend to the false Saint realm and thus kill Donghuang.

However, the path of "Protecting the Kingdom" requires the existence of the "Kingdom" to stand.

Though he killed Donghuang, he failed to prevent the fall of the Liang Kingdom, thus the path of "Protecting the Kingdom" ceased to exist, the fake Dao he proved collapsed, and his realm fell once more.

Hence, Huo Hengxuan had no way to remain as a Saint does, apart from staying in the world for a while longer.

Therefore, it is evident that sanctification is not necessarily a step-by-step journey.

By finding a method and setting a suitable stage, achieving Dao in one fell swoop is not impossible.

Thus, the Martial Saint did just that.

Although Wen Yao’s heart leaned more toward a different path, he couldn’t let go of this potentially once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

He understood deep down that if he used "Slaughter all enemies" as his "Only Me" answer sheet, from then on he had to see this path through to the end, or heaven and earth would no longer recognize his Dao and retract his power.

Without a doubt, this would be a road paved with bones and flesh.

Yet Wen Yao had no choice.

"Ah..."

Wen Yao let out a hardly audible sigh.

A month ago, when Mu Zhao summoned him alone, he was undoubtedly shocked, even somewhat resistant.

Because in his understanding, excessive slaughter is the way of evil and heresy, and he naturally did not wish to bear such a name...

But there it was, the shortcut to directly proving the Dao staring him in the face!

Who could refuse?

Once again, he raised his head, his dimly glowing golden eyes becoming utterly cold, reflecting the boundless ancient trees and numerous ancient beasts.

He knew all this was false; before him were merely thousands upon thousands of enemies.

Kill them all, and he would achieve Dao and sanctification!

Moreover, Mu Zhao had put great effort into this arrangement, not really letting him kill so many people but rather letting him enter the Pinggu Battlefield.

The phantom images of heavy pupils were false; how could the memories within the Pinggu Battlefield be true?

The only ones he needed to kill were those outstanding figures from various sects who entered the Pinggu Battlefield with him.

Given that, there was no need to worry too much.

The Dao lies here...

It cannot be missed.

...

The priest’s silhouette in a white robe and wearing a bronze mask, after briefly closing his eyes, suddenly opened those heavy pupils.

He no longer attempted to search but made a decision, raising his hand and giving a light wave.

"Boom!!!!"

A giant pale hand emerged from the void and slammed heavily onto the ground.

Just like crushing countless ants, the earth trembled, the ground turned into a terrible blood-red and seeped into the soil.

Countless cultivators fighting, whether disciples of the Mystic God Daoist Sect or Bitean Celestial Palace, were instantly squashed into pulp, dying unexpectedly.

With just one slam, at least ten thousand were crushed to death.

"Boom..."

The hand did not retract but continued to sweep across, where it went, a giant trail of blood was dragged out on the earth.

Like a brush dipped in ink painting freely on canvas, with an unrestrained flair.

But interspersed among it were countless screams and wails.

This was clearly a hellish scroll painting!

Wen Yao turned a deaf ear to it, his unusually long arms suddenly raised high.

He shouted loudly: "Heaven and earth as witness, sun and moon as proof, today I, Wen Yao, shall prove Dao ’Only Me’—"

"In this realm, none can surpass me!"

After shouting this phrase, his aura surged, heaven and earth resonated with a mysterious aura brewing upon him.

Like an oppressive cloud over the city, blood qi accelerates growth, a terrifying intent to kill turns into a horrendous momentum rushing towards the sky.

Between heaven and earth, thousands of grand solemn bells seem faintly tolled, thousand Tao sounds resonating in unison.

Behind Wen Yao emerged vague bloody figures...

One, two, one hundred, one thousand, ten thousand!

Countless silhouettes stood silently behind him, their gazes full of resentment and hatred, yet were subdued by an invisible mighty force, bowing to him, emitting terrifying roars!

These silhouettes were all those he had killed!

But at this moment, they transformed into his power!

Wen Yao could feel that his power was significantly increasing!

Just a moment ago, he had already broken through the Grandmaster Realm!

Moreover, it was still continuing to skyrocket!

Wen Yao took a deep breath, ecstatic within his heart.

This proved that the Martial Saint’s arrangement was right, his path was correct too!

Wen Yao continued to cast his glance upon the illusion before him, the last trace of conscience and reluctance within his heart instantly vanished like smoke.

Kill... continue to kill!

He had little time left and needed to quickly slaughter everyone on the battlefield!

Wen Yao began to move.

He transformed into a streak of bloody light, behind him rolled clouds of crimson in which numerous vengeful spirits swirled, traversing across the battlefield.