What the hell could it be this time!

It had already been thirteen days since Zeal arrived in the cursed Ashura forest. However, Zeal had made tremendous progress despite his frustrations and near-death experience. At this moment, Zeal came out of many thickly clustered large trees; he moved to the open space. Zeal's waist-level long black hair made him appear a little closer to a girl's appearance. In fact, it was more conspicuous because Zeal was still a child. So people would mostly see him like those girls that appeared like boys. However, it was the reverse.

Honestly, Zeal's sense of direction had greatly improved from a few days ago. After all, he was greatly fostering over it previously. Without the functions of his eyes, Zeal could promptly react to his environment; his Soul-eyes had greatly improved. Right now, surrounding Zeal was like a transparent orb. It had tiny black, red, and golden eyes. And this transparent orb of his—categorically envelopes the actual world around him. However, the radius of this orb still appeared very tiny because the distance it covered was a few meters. That's to say: around a few meters, Zeal could see almost very clearly, but outside these few meters, Zeal could only feel so little, and it felt like everything was hazy. But this progress was already incredible because a few days ago, all Zeal could see were vague images.

Karl Zeal marched forward without a single fearful feeling. Somehow he behaved as though he owned the forest. In any case, Zeal was tiny, and the canopies of these enormous trees still covered him whole. After a while, Zeal appeared again under the dazzling light escaping from the broad canopy leaves. Suddenly in front of Zeal, a leopard appeared. This time around, Zeal could make out the full detail of the animal. After all, the animal was within the range of his Soul-eyes. This animal was three meters long, and its tail was thirty inches long. However, the shoulder height was sixty-five centimeters. The animal had ineffable dull yellowish black spots above its body with a flashy yellowish-white underpart. And it glared at Karl Zeal menacingly with occasional baritone roars. It guardedly paced around as it objectively observed Zeal, his afternoon meal.

Zeal freaked out before the scene in front of him. How would he handle a hungry leopard? He even saw this leopard had little interest in negotiating with him. But suddenly, the leopard pounced on him. An emergency alert! Zeal's heart sank 3000 kilometers deep. Somehow, he became confused at the suddenness of the attack. He was only arranging his thought on how to handle that guy just now, but the guy didn't give him a respite to breathe. And at this moment, Zeal witnessed that the leopard stretched like a rope when it leaped toward him. However, Zeal had promptly decided to go against everything. Yes, against the leopard, the heaven, and gods, and against his human expectation. He had no time to operate rationally because the more irrational he became, the more unpredictable he would appear. So Zeal made a sudden arc to his left without thinking. Maybe the leopard expected him to tilt down or jump upward to escape the brutal attack, but Zeal proved it wrong. However, Zeal's movement was fast and irregular; it went against the trend of human movement techniques. But in fact, Zeal was actually a genius; he could create a method in a matter of thinking; it was unprecedented. And for this technique, Zeal arched forward slightly (like he could fall with a slight push), then slithered with irregular pace and quick changes of directions. Suddenly, Zeal bobbed and leaped up; he circulated his aura around his feet and distributed them around a few 100 meters. This aura made Zeal solidify the air for a few seconds, so he continued his slithery motions, using the space as a footpath. The entire sequence happened within a few seconds. And very soon, Zeal appeared south of the leopard. But because the movements were unexpected, the leopard was petrified for a few seconds, exposing his entire stomach. Zeal exploited this opportunity and forcefully punched the leopard's stomach. The leopard fell heavily like a dead log; however, Zeal wasn't about to wait for it to stand back, he took off. He was sweating and puffing.

Two days later, under the elegant silvery moon, Karl Zeal sat on a light-brown ground. It was an open space, in an unknown boundary; however, the moon bathed him like an immortal. At this moment, Zeal reflected on his ordeal with the leopard. That stupid animal chased him menacingly after it woke up from the knockout he gave him. After all, Zeal previously fell him down to the third row of the forest track when they fought. Zeal thought about how he suddenly used his slithery master motion technique. It was unexpected; even he didn't understand why he took himself unaware. It was as though everything he did, he had done with the intention of hiding it from any peering eyes, even himself. But how could it be? Could someone hide his action from himself? He couldn't understand it, but those movements didn't stem from the mind (thinking) but the muscle perception. The muscle had the urge to act; however, while they belong to the same system as the mind and other parts of his body, they still behaved independently. Zeal couldn't believe it. But he knew that things were different. In this way, no one could predict his movement by reading his heart. It was like a unique gene. Zeal sighed as he woke up: 'it is because of slithery motion technique that I'm still alive.'

At this moment, Zeal suddenly realized that the transparent orb that orbited him had increased quite a bit. Before now, it was about a few 10 meters. And his Soul-eyes appeared like red, black, and golden dots, but now, the orb was a few 100 meters around him with the dots increasing in quality and quantity: he could see more clearly without needing to do it consciously.

Zeal had different cultivation gestures and positioning for specific strength details. He had a cultivation technique for the Soul-eyes, bandaged eyes, bandaged hands, and overall strength building. That's because since Zeal appeared in Sou Long's estate, the old thing had trained each of these divisions. Sou Long also gave him single cultivation that could complement all of these areas of power; the old thing tagged it as general cultivation; however, the only drawback was that the growth wouldn't be fast as a single division cultivation technique. At this moment, Karl Zeal changed his hand signal and began to silently read out an ancient mantra from a set of a Divine sutra (nine-heaven sutra) that Sou Long had given him. He drew in his breath and breathed out; he repeated it a few times while still muttering the unknown mantra. Soon white mist began to converge around him at a fast pace; a faint golden light (very mild, almost invisible) began to escape out of his right bandaged hand, covered by the sleeve of his cyan robe. The more Zeal cultivated, the more he sharpened the powers of his right hand; the white mist was rapidly absorbed by it, combining white cloud and golden light. At the same time, the right hand, which usually seemed heavy, had begun to lighten up. Zeal felt steady about it; it made him happy. With cultivation, Zeal believed that he could increase his strength. Also, he could reduce the difficulty rate of the test, which would increase his survival rate.

Suddenly Ashura forest became hot because of the fiery sun smashing it heavily. At this moment, Zeal stood and dashed off. It was already the sixteen-day in Ashura forest, and all he had faced were near-death experiences. So even though Zeal was happy about his improvement, he was angered because someone thought so little of his life.

"What is it going to be again?" Zeal wondered. It had never been easy since he came. It was like death was staring at his face continuously. It was an eerie feeling. "Forget it!" Zeal forced himself to focus on his survival for now.

Racing ahead as much as his strength could carry him, Zeal suddenly noticed that the forest formation had changed. It was like a star formation (the shape of a star). People could see this image from a high trajectory. Or even a long-distance detailed observation. 'What could it be this time?' Zeal thought fearfully. He knew that any time a challenge arrived, it was usually more dangerous than the previous one. In any case, he believed he wouldn't be wrong this time. After all, wasn't it that old thing that set this trial?

But as Zeal raced forward, he noticed something followed him. The speed of the unknown creature was increasing almost every damn second. It was shocking! What the hell! Zeal became alerted suddenly.