The assessment had revealed far too many strange things about Little Bull. His body possessed an absurd amount of vitality, enough to overload the vitality testing formation and break a record that had stood for an unknown number of years.
His skin and flesh were tough enough that even Spirit Weapons struggled to draw blood from him, while his raw strength allowed him to kill an Immortal realm beast and even a First Tribulation Stage Immortal beast within the illusory combat array.
All of this came from a mortal.
Little Bull had no cultivation base. He had never formally practiced a cultivation technique before arriving at the sect.
At least, that was what everyone believed.
High Elder Shatter Peak had spent considerable time trying to identify the physique responsible for such abnormalities. Contrary to what several Elders probably believed, he had not spent the past two days wandering around aimlessly or picking fights with random people.
He had actually been working.
