Apotheosis

Generally speaking, the six sacred places for trial contained different original powers.

For instance, the Kaleidoscope race controlled the Original Laws, the Harmony race controlled the soul source, and the Skyland race controlled the vitality source.

A crack extended all the way down from the bottom of the Sacred Spring Mountain. It turned out that it was the entrance that led to the strength source.

The sounds of footsteps receded as Chapman and some of the elders of the Collapsing Mountain race stopped in front of the entrance.

The amount of strength source one could obtain depended on many things such as luck, strength, knowledge, and anything else, really. But with all those factors, one still had to rely on oneself.

According to the usual practice, the first to enter were the Collapsing Mountain warriors, followed by the warriors from the other races.

However, this time was an exception.

This time, Zen was the first to enter, followed by the Collapsing Mountain warriors, and finally the martial artists from other races.

There was no trace of hesitation on Zen at all. He had unintentionally trespassed the Collapsing Mountain race's territory and got to be assisted by the race, but this was an incomparably precious opportunity.

He knew that if it wasn't for this, he would have been still working hard in the teleporting area. He would also have to pay a hefty price if he wanted to enter any of the six great trial places, and time was the one thing he couldn't afford.

At that moment, the Sacred race had already crossed the Sighing Wall.

The entire universe was in a precarious state, even though it was unclear why their True God had not appeared. In any case, Zen had to seize every chance to improve himself.

The fabric of Zen's clothes fluttered. He already felt the wind that blew from the inside of the huge cave before he even got close to it.

However, this gale's speed wasn't considered fast, or at least it was far from the point where it could produce wind blades. Such a gale was only a gentle breeze to martial artists, and posed no threats at all.

Yet just as Zen came into contact with the gust of the cold wind, his whole body quickly retreated backwards!

The seemingly insignificant gust of cold wind had pushed him hundreds of feet away from the cave's entrance.

"There is a great power hidden within this wind…"

When Chapman saw what happened, he couldn't help but say, "Zen, the wind and strength source are in a convective flow, which is combined with the weak wind formed by the strength source. You can't fight against it with your strength, but the wind is intermittent."

"Thank you for reminding me," Zen said and nodded.

Zen was polite enough to thank him because even if Chapman hadn't said anything, he would still be able to figure out the crux of the matter.

Now, Zen was much more carefu

of the wind, the more concentrated the wind was. The strength source contained in the weak wind wasn't really strong in the first place.

Yet when the weak wind blew, Zen felt as if a hammer had been smashed into his chest. The strong force immediately pushed him backwards.

"I failed…"

His face dimmed, and there was a trace of doubt in his eyes.

He knew that his speed wasn't slow. If he couldn't break through the eye of the wind, then what more for the others?

He suddenly raised his head at the exact moment the weak wind hit and blew him away.

He had done his best, but he still couldn't break into the eye of the wind. The problem was not on him, so he must have overlooked something!

"Up there!"

When he raised his head, he saw that there was another cave above him.

Apparently, the wind was split into two. One wind blew horizontally in the cave where Zen travelled, and the other wind blew towards the cave that was above him!

In other words, Zen's destination wasn't actually the eye of the wind--but the cave above!

Once Zen had realized the situation, he stomped his feet on the ground. He took advantage of the wind's force that was smashing on his body, then forcefully knocked himself into the cave above him.

"Bang! Bong!"

The force of the wind blew so hard that Zen was like a kite that bumped around the cave. He finally rushed upwards, but the wind's power didn't decrease at all.

He didn't know how many times he got hit, but he landed on the ground of the cave he aimed for when the wind stopped.

Although his body was a divine weapon, such a violent collision still made him dizzy.

Just as Zen stopped and before he could get up from the ground, he was greeted by a stream of rainbow-colored water that gushed out right in front of him. The spring water's beauty was simply indescribable. Moreover, just a glimpse of it made Zen feel that he was full of strength.