Zhang Menglong's success story instantly made most people believe in what he had just said. Is it true that only those with pure souls can ascend to this Floating Island? But what exactly is the standard for purity of soul and purity of heart?

Those who had just tried and failed began to deeply doubt themselves. Could it be that they actually have too many distracting thoughts? Are they truly not pure enough at heart?

"Hahahaha, I know now. It must be because you usually engage in too much killing, and your inner heart has long been tainted by various impurities, so naturally you can't ascend!" A young man in a monk robe laughed.

The young man was bald-headed, and his aura was only at Divine Breath level five. With his level of skill, the chances of being selected into a superpower are very low, but he felt now was his chance!

Since joining the Buddhist Sect, he became indifferent to worldly desires, cultivating his nature every day, not killing, not touching women, not drinking or gambling. His daily life was just reciting sutras and chanting Buddha's name, and even his cultivation technique was related to nature and the universe. In his view, only someone like him could be considered pure in heart and soul.

He walked to the bottom of the Floating Island, slowly closed his eyes, and exhaled a deep breath of turbid air. In an instant, his gaze became extremely determined, and he suddenly soared toward the Floating Island in the sky.

As soon as he took off, the Elders and disciples on the Floating Island couldn't help but sigh.

Good grief, someone really got hoodwinked by Zhang Menglong!

Although they didn't know the principle by which Zhang Menglong managed to get up there, it was evident that this young Buddhist disciple did not possess the ability to ascend the Floating Island; he was completely fooled by Zhang Menglong.

Sure enough, at the same position, he was pushed back by the strong force just like everyone else.

He fell heavily to the ground, and though not seriously injured, confusion about his respect for Buddha appeared in his eyes.

Oh, the all-encompassing gods and Buddhas! After all these years of cultivating his nature, has he still not achieved mental and soul purity? Is he, like everyone else, filled with those dirty thoughts and ideas? Where is his Buddha? Is there really a Buddha in this world...

"Hey! You call yourself a monk, yet you seem like one of those indulgent types!" Zhang Menglong leaped down from the Floating Island, "Looks like you need my help!" 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

The Heavenly Prides originally thought that once Zhang Menglong ascended the Floating Island, he would leave, but evidently, they measured his intentions with the heart of a petty person. As his capabilities suggest, he could have entered the Ancient Cave Heaven first, gaining more opportunities than others.

Yet he chose to return to the ground to guide them, and just for this point alone, they couldn't help but admit Zhang Menglong's benevolent heart.

"Mr. Gu!" Several geniuses from the Heavenly Prides list humbly asked, "Could you tell us what it means to have a pure heart?"

"Hmm, that's a very good question," Zhang Menglong said. "Actually, a pure heart is both simple and difficult. Do you see my eyes that are pure to the extreme?"

"..."

The crowd was speechless; Zhang Menglong was someone they should be familiar with throughout the Hong Yun Empire, but nothing he had done before was at all related to the word purity.

Could a pure person use such despicable means to crazily amass wealth? Could a pure person come up with using fake poison to deceive others? Could a pure person strip a highly respected figure in the Hong Yun Empire naked and put black silk on them for a mad flogging?

If someone like him could be considered pure of heart, then there'd be no one impure in the world.

At this moment, Zhang Menglong spoke again, "Many of you may be wondering how my actions are excessive, yet how can I be considered pure in heart? But purity of mind is unrelated to good and evil, but whether your heart can convince itself!"

"Even though I taught the Prince of Hong Yun Empire a lesson, it was because they first threatened my life, and I was merely seeking to protect myself. I have a clear conscience! Including that Dao Realm expert!"

After these words, some people nodded in agreement because Zhang Menglong spoke the truth; revenge for grievances is not a bad quality.

"Whether it's these examples, like you watching adult films, others might view you as a sleazy person. But if you're watching as part of the purest academic research to understand the mysteries of the human body, then how could you not be pure?"

"What he says seems to have some rationale!"

"So is it that this so-called purity has no distinction between good and evil, and as long as you're the purest, you can ascend that Floating Island?"

"Brother Gu, I have realized something!"

"I have realized as well!"

The geniuses each showed a deep understanding, beginning to close their eyes and think about what was the purest thing within them.

Suddenly, one genius opened his eyes, filled with determination and seriousness.

He leaped toward the Floating Island in the sky, leaving behind a bright red trail, strikingly noticeable in the sky!

"It's him, that psychopathic killer!"

"He actually dared to come and participate in the superpower disciple selection; isn't he afraid of his enemies finding him?"

"It's that bastard!"

...

At this moment, a round of curses sounded among the crowd.

"Who is this person? Why do they attract so much hostility?" Zhang Menglong asked, puzzled.

"Brother Gu, you might not have heard of him. He's called Tu Canglie, a notorious psychopathic killer. He cultivates a very evil cultivation technique, and every time he kills, he drains the victim's blood dry, then engages in various heinous acts on the corpse." Long Sen said, gritting his teeth at the mention of Tu Canglie.

"How can such a person still be alive?"

"He has substantial background; his father is also a psychopathic killer whose power has reached the Dao Realm. Trying to kill Tu Canglie under his protection is nothing short of fantasy. If he truly joins a superpower, he will certainly cultivate into a murder maniac, or even a group of murder maniacs."

Tu Canglie was shrouded in the purest killing intent, with such spreading malice that it had genuinely achieved a nearly pure state. Besides malice, there was nothing else.

But he didn't realize Zhang Menglong was totally talking nonsense. At the original position, he was knocked down by the strong field once again.

Tu Canglie's eyes were blood-red as he looked at his hands in disbelief, "How is it possible? Isn't my malice pure enough?"

"No," Zhang Menglong walked up to him, "your malice is indeed pure, but besides malice, you also have madness."

"Hahahaha!" Tu Canglie laughed when others called him mad; instead of being angry, he seemed to regard these words as compliments in his heart.

"You're right; I am indeed a madman," Tu Canglie licked his lips, revealing a smile unique to madmen on his handsome but pale face, "The taste of blood is so delightful, and the scene of skin tearing and bones breaking is the most beautiful thing...."

"Damn, truly a madman," Zhang Menglong thought he was mad enough, yet this Tu Canglie was evidently madder.

"Such a person needs to be PowerPointed," Zhang Menglong muttered, "Hmph, your madness in my view is merely superficial. You call yourself mad? Don't insult the term mad; no one understands madness better than me!"

"???"

The surrounding geniuses were stupefied.

These two... are actually competing on who is madder?