Weishan is one of the ten most dangerous places in Dongtu Huang Dynasty, known as Ghost Mountain, and it's also a notorious dead mountain.

  Historically, some notorious villains and criminals would choose to enter the Ghost Mountain to spend their old age there. Some people who sought death also liked to go to the Ghost Mountain to seek death.

  Weishan Mountain has been shrouded in thick fog all year round, and so far no one can see the appearance of this mountain clearly. Ordinary people who have not entered the realm of Xianfan will only find death if they enter this mountain.

  Su Dao Xing had four guardians of the mortal realm with him, and only then did he dare to go to Wei Mountain. He sat upright in his sedan chair, took out the Ghost Saint's ghostly scripture, and studied it seriously, more engrossed than when reading a fascinating tale.

  Four guardians walked with swift steps, in the eyes of ordinary people, they seemed to be flying, their speed was probably faster than that of a general unicorn.

  Su Dao Xing read books until he was tired, closed his eyes, and could feel the extraordinary presence of the four guardians. He heard that the breathing frequency of the four guardians was surprisingly consistent, even the sound of their footsteps was neat and uniform. He thought to himself that the four guardians were farther along in their cultivation than the average students of Huqing Fu.

  "Weishan has arrived." Su Hongzhu reminded Su Daoxian, who was resting with his eyes closed in the sedan chair.

  Su Dao woke up and opened his eyes, gazing at the towering mountain that stood upright for thousands of feet.

  The Weishan mountain is surrounded by steep cliffs and there are no roads for climbing. The only way to climb up the mountain is through small cracks on the cliff wall.

  Su Dao Xing got down from the sedan chair and stretched his limbs.

  Su Ertou put away the sedan chair, carried it on his back, took out a set of ropes, tied Su Daoxing in the middle, and tied the four heads to the four Dao protectors.

  Four guardians of the way brought Su Dao Xing along the steep cliff crack and climbed up to Wei Mountain.

  Su Dao Xing's hands were swollen from climbing, his body was covered in bloodstains from the rocky scratches, he gritted his teeth and persisted, although he was only thirteen years old, his willpower was even stronger than that of an adult, his determined face was full of sweat, even when his body was exhausted to the extreme, he still gritted his teeth and persisted.

  The four guardians looked at Su Dao Xing's persistence with admiration in their eyes.

  It wasn't until sunset that the five of them finally climbed to the top of the first peak of Mount Wei.

  The mountain peak is shrouded in thick fog, with extremely low visibility. The next step on the mountain peak may be a cliff, which is very dangerous. Every year, tens of thousands of warriors lose their lives while exploring Mount Wei.

  Su Duan swung his swift blade, forcing the dense fog within three feet of the five people to disperse in all directions. Along the way, he continued to swing his blade as they headed towards their destination.

  An hour later, Su Duan's true yuan was exhausted, and he stopped swinging his sword.

  Su Hong Zhuang suddenly produced a short sword with a cold light from her body, directly shooting out the short sword, using a nearly transparent chain to control the short sword and disperse the dense fog within three feet, allowing the five people to see the road ahead clearly.

  Su Hong's strength was exhausted, Su Liu and Su Hei each displayed their magical powers, dispersing the dense fog within three feet, allowing them to see clearly ahead and proceed forward.

  After several hours, Su Dao woke up and found that they had arrived in front of a dilapidated grass hut without a roof.

  "This is where our ancestor, Su, once explored the majestic mountain and left a place to rest." Su Liu pointed to the thatched hut, "Let's take a break here first. The outside world will soon be bright, and once it's bright, the monsters of the majestic mountain will return from the outside world to the world of the majestic mountain. At that time, danger will be lurking everywhere, and we'll have to adapt to changing circumstances."

  Five people sat in a thatched hut, with four guardians surrounding Su Dao, who was sitting in the middle.

  Waaah!

  A burst of sounds like a baby's cry echoed from the top of Weishan Mountain, sending shivers down people's spines.

  Quack quack quack!

  The monster's scream was extremely ear-piercing, and even the four guardians who heard such a cry became incredibly tense.

  Su Dao Xing sat cross-legged on the ground, silently cultivating the breathing technique left behind by Gui Sheng, with each breath subtly harmonizing with the ultimate principles of heaven and earth.

  Su Dao Xing's breathing technique was actually a high-level one, unfortunately he had always been unable to enter the realm of Hua Fan, otherwise he wouldn't have had to sell his ancestral property and come to Wei Shan to seek opportunities.

  Time is passing minute by minute and second by second.

  Su Dao Xing was deeply immersed in his cultivation, and to his surprise, he quickly entered a peculiar state on Mount Wei, where his mind was clearer than ever before, and the wailing sounds in his ears disappeared, replaced by the sound of a baby's cry.

  Wow!

  A gust of cold wind blew over, causing Su Dao to exit from that mystical state.

  A pair of huge eyes appeared in the thick fog, filled with icy murderous intent.

  Su Dao Xing stared at those eyes, his mind in a flurry, wanting to close his own eyes but unable to do so. Before him, there were only those pair of eyes.

  "Master, I'll cover your eyes." Su Hong Zhuo came behind Su Dao Xing and covered his eyes with both hands.

  Su Dao Xing suddenly felt as if he had entered a magical world, completely isolated from the outside world. He thought to himself: "Hong Zhuang Shifu's mortal realm is truly profound and unfathomable, covering not only my eyes but also my perception of the external world."

  Su Hong opened her hands covering Su Dao Xing's hands.

  Su Dao woke up and opened his eyes, seeing the massive beast corpse in front of him, which scared him pale, and his heart skipped a beat.

  Su's silly smile, said: "Just now in the thick fog appeared a crow, the crow can attack people's spirit through its eyes, such spiritual attacks are fatal to ordinary Huafan realm Wu Wang, but for us four old undead, it is not enough to look at. Just now Su Duan's one knife cut off the crow's eyes, Su Hongzhuang's one sword pierced the crow's brow, and Su Liuzhi's hand twisted the crow's neck, making the crow die."

  Su Duan casually cut out the giant eyes of Han Ya, threw one eye into Su Dao Xing's arms and said: "Han Ya's pair of eyes are a great tonic, it is said that they can make a first-class martial artist become a second-class martial artist. The ancestors of the Su family broke through their own shackles by swallowing Han Ya's eyes, perhaps the opportunity for the young master lies in this eye, young master should eat the eye before the blood energy of Han Ya disperses from it."

  "What!" Upon hearing this, Su Dao woke up with a look of difficulty. He usually didn't even eat raw meat, everything he ate was cooked. Now being asked to eat the bloody eyes of a crow was simply a challenge to his limits.

  "Master Duan, can we roast Crow's eyes before eating?" Su Dao Xing asked in a low voice.

  "Why don't I sprinkle some salt and chili powder on the young master's roasted eyes?"

  "That's even better." Su Daowei smiled slyly.

  "You big-headed ghost. Hurry up and eat the crow's eyes, in half a moment, the blood energy in the crow's eyes will dissipate, the eyeballs will wither away, and there won't be any nourishing effect on the human body." Su Hongzhuang glared at Su Daoxian with a look of 'wasted iron can't be made into steel'."

  Su Dao Xing's expression turned serious, and he suppressed the smile on his face. He stared intently at Han Ya's eyes, knowing that he had to overcome his psychological barrier, or else he would be stuck here, with no hope of transcending mortality.

  "In order to step into the realm of the extraordinary, he ate it." Su Dao Xing overcame his psychological barrier and broke free from a layer of shackles. Under the joyful gaze of the four guardians, he devoured the cold crow's blood-soaked eyes one by one.

  Su Dao Xing suddenly felt refreshed and invigorated, as if a layer of chains that had been locked on his body had broken off, and a layer of impurities had been removed from his mind. His entire body felt light as a feather. He sprang up, making a slight movement, and his speed was several times faster than before. With a gentle jump, he soared from his previous height of one meter to a height of ten meters.

  "Huh! After eating the Cold Crow's eyes, my physical strength, jumping ability, movement speed, and even thinking speed are all several times that of before. It's too amazing!" Su Dao Xing excitedly said, wanting to share his joy with the four masters.

  "Gentleman, it's not that you became like this after eating the eyes of the Cold Crow, but rather when you ate the eyes of the Cold Crow, you overcame your psychological obstacles and successfully broke through a barrier within your own body, entering the realm of transcending the ordinary, becoming a true martial king." Su Hongzhuang looked at Su Daowu with a face full of joy, genuinely delighted for him.

  Su Hei, Su Liu Zhi, Su Duan Fen Fen Zhang Kou Da Xiao.

  Martial artists who cultivate sword, knife, spear and other martial arts are called Martial Kings. Those who cultivate calligraphy, painting, zither, chess and other literary arts are called Literary Kings. Those who cultivate evil methods, demonic methods and other methods that differ from the orthodox qigong method are called Evil Kings.

  On the mainland, Wu Wang occupies the majority, and Wen Wang can only become a few talented martial artists with extraordinary talent. Since ancient times, there has been a saying that one Wen can rival ten Wu. As for the evil king, it is not tolerated by the four major dynasties, and anyone who becomes an evil king must secretly hide their evil king identity.

  Su Dao Xing suddenly enlightened one morning, broke the first shackle of his own body, stepped into the realm of transforming the ordinary, became a Wu Wang with one shackle, and completed a small plan to enter Wei Mountain.

  Life's encounters are like this, Su Dao Xing spent a year in the Hu Qing Fu and couldn't enter the Hua Fan realm boundary, but as soon as he arrived at Wei Shan, it only took him one day to enter the Hua Fan realm boundary. It had nothing to do with bitter practice or innate talent, but rather with the events that led to his sudden enlightenment.

  Su Dao Xing suppressed the joy in his heart, quickly took out Gui Sheng's Ghost God Scripture and began to study it seriously. After a long time, he finally closed the book and said with full confidence: "I now have a more thorough understanding of Gui Sheng's Ghost God Scripture. As I enter the Hua Fan realm, I am even more confident in completing the first step of Gui Sheng's path to sainthood."

  "The first step to becoming a saint!" The four guardians looked at each other, their faces filled with shock.

  Su Dao Xing explained: "Before becoming a saint, Gui Sheng used the methods of saints and sages to study and develop a theory of ghostly spirits. With an extreme method, he can make a mortal king become a saint in the shortest time possible, becoming a saint of an era."

  "It's impossible!" Su Liu, a knowledgeable person, immediately stood up and said: "Cultivation has three realms. The first realm is to transform into an ordinary person, the second realm is to cultivate one's true self, and the third realm is to cultivate immortality. On this continent, there are countless martial arts masters who have reached the first realm of transformation, but only by breaking through their own eighteen shackles can they become cultivators in the world, and cultivators are the existence of the second realm. From cultivators, cultivists, cultivation masters, cultivation venerables, cultivation kings, all the way to cultivation saints, cultivation saints are the pinnacle of the second realm, also known as sages in our mouths. According to historical laws, only one sage appears in an era, which shows how difficult it is to become a saint, with only one person becoming a saint out of millions of cultivators. As for the existence of the immortal realm, that is another form of life, and no one except saints can touch the existence of the immortal realm."