Yama's Needles

The thirteenth floor was the very last floor of the Tower of fifth and Mu Shen just happened to reach it. From the eighth floor, he had advanced every step through near-death experiences, his intelligence and his scheming ability. 

It wasn't all about brute strength, it was much more than just brute strength. The thirteenth floor was linked with a narrow corridor that stretched out almost hundred feets from the twelfth floor. 

On the seventh floor, the black clad figure was still at a stalemate with the Slumbering Mummies, it has been a chaotic mess down there, actually preventing the trial takers from advancing further. 

Qiu Puyu, Wang Si, Wang Chung, the explorer, Xuan Qi, Yuan Shi, Si Cheng, Zhao Ran and Ling Xuan watched the battle as a feeling of dread settled down within their hearts. 

At least, there should be a victor. At least, the Slumbering Mummies should win this chilling battle so that they know which enemy to face. If they immediately barge in, they would have to face the attack of two peak powerhouses. However, the battle remained a stalemate. 

Qiu Puyu was frustrated. Mu Shen was somewhere close to the last floor while they were stuck at the Seventh. 

The eighth floor, Mu Shen had barely survived the attacks of numerous vermins in the shape of worms. 

The nineth floor was riddled with thunderstorms, the law is to survive each current and voltage. 

The tenth floor is ruled by a zombie, Mu Shen did not have to lift a finger. It was too slow. 

The eleventh floor, Mu Shen faced a horrifying presence, the chilling presence of death and it's scythe. That majestic scythe had pierced a hole in his chest but he had escaped with his life. 

From the eighth floor to the eleventh floor, Mu Shen had refrained from taking any jade slip for fear of incurring the wrath of the being dwelling within each floors. However on the eleventh floor, the jade slip had been the one to drift towards him and now, he had an angry being of pure death chasing after him. 

The twelfth floor, he used his brains and the being of death fought with three Orcs. These Orcs had the strength of Enlighters, one of the strongest domain relm to be in. 

Mu Shen sighed as he collapsed upon the narrow corridor, his body strained and pained.

For now, there was a stalemate at the twelfth floor. The being of pure death looked like something that would win on a whim, however that should take a measure of time. 

Mu Shen immediately brought out the Wang's family Stone of inheritance, the lusterless obsidian staring up at him in glee. 

He needed another powerful technique that would come in handy at any critical moment. He had first learnt the Horizon Drop and the Finger Dao, now he would be learning something much powerful. 

Touching the stone, his soul moved just like before when he had tried. 

He saw three paths. 

The last time he came, he had taken the first path, and there were three paths to take. The meaning of these paths was the ranging between each techniques, from the less powerful ones, to the more stronger ones and then, the Legendary ones. 

Mu Shen's eyes flickered. 

He immediately took the third path, however a barrier blocked him from advancing. Mu Shen thought for a while and decided to try the second path, but it was the same. 

Mu Shen's expression sank. 

His domain relm is actually the thing stopping him from advancing. His relm is weak, and trying to comprehend a much powerful Technique could cripple his cultivation completely. 

Mu Shen's eyes suddenly glimmered. 

No wonder when he crushed that jade slip, he had not felt anything at all. The technique is there only that, it is dormant. The same thing applies to the jade slip that had followed him from the eleventh floor. He did not feel anything after crushing it. 

Immediately after careful consideration, he took the first path, besides the first path is the last and only resort left to try. 

It was all the same as the last time. 

Mu Shen's eyes opened as he saw wind burning away everything around him, trying to burning him along with the searing air, however he survived the furnace of wind and molten. 

Mu Shen shook his head, "Flaming Wind is not my specialty." 

He continued moving forward and then, the sky darkened and dropped down as everything shrinks into one thin line. Mu Shen's pupils shrank as he retreated. 

That's Horizon Drop. That technique can never get out of his mind, in fact, witnessing the power of Horizon Drop brings endless chills. 

Another technique that he did not want to witness is Finger Dao. 

He had comprehended that skill when his life had been on a thin thread. So witnessing it again could be a big problem. However, Mu Shen was not afraid. Before now, he had merely been a Seeker, now, he is a Sentinel. He is very much stronger and so, the Finger Dao did not threaten him like it did, it only gave him an inexplicable sense of danger. 

Mu Shen sighed and took another step forward, and suddenly the void opened and a needle flew towards him at blinding speed. 

Mu Shen immediately dodged. He had clearly moved out of the needle's trajectory but— 

His eyes widened in shock. 

It still stabbed him. 

He stared at the needle in disbelief. 

'How is this possible?' 

He had clearly moved away, he had avoided the needle yet it still stabbed him.

Mu Shen's eyes flickered, "Yama's Needles? Unavoidable?" 

"That should be Impossible, every technique must have a flaw. How can Yama's Needles be unavoidable?" 

Mu Shen stood at a position as he contemplated about the possibility. A technique's ability to aim is one thing and that same technique's unavoidable aim becomes another thing.

Every battle technique must have a flaw and that's because the technique was created by a human powerhouse.