Chapter 113 The Inheritances Choose Their Masters
Chapter 113 The Inheritances Choose Their Masters
Chapter 113: Chapter 113 The Inheritances Choose Their Masters
The silver beam descended upon the young man.
He stood frozen beneath its radiance, his eyes fixed on the ancient figure slowly appearing before him.
The figure wore a simple grey robe. His long hair fell over his shoulders, and his expression was calm, as though countless years had done nothing to disturb his peace.
The young man swallowed nervously.
"Senior, are you the one who left this inheritance?"
The ancient figure studied him, then nodded.
"Your comprehension is not exceptional, and your cultivation is far from what mine once was. But your understanding of the path I pursued bears a striking resemblance to my own."
The young man’s heart trembled.
"Are you willing to inherit my legacy?"
"Yes!"
The answer left his mouth almost before the question ended.
The ancient figure smiled faintly.
"Then remember this. An inheritance can give you guidance, techniques and resources. But it cannot decide how far you will travel. That part still depends on you."
The young man bowed deeply.
"This junior will remember your teachings!"
The figure raised his hand.
Countless silver characters appeared around the young man and poured into his mind.
At the same time, an ancient weapon emerged from the light and floated before him.
His eyes widened.
He had received his inheritance.
And he wasn’t the only one.
Across the vast land, countless beams of light were moving among the surviving cultivators.
Some passed over their targets without stopping.
Others circled a cultivator several times before leaving, unable to find someone whose path matched their requirements.
Now and then, a beam would stop above someone, release a faint glow, and move on.
It was unlike anything most of the participants had ever seen.
These weren’t treasures waiting to be collected.
The inheritances seemed to recognize the paths the younger generation had walked.
And once one found the right person, its decision was swift.
In the distance, a golden beam descended.
A young cultivator looked up in surprise as an ancient figure formed in front of him.
Another inheritance had found its recipient.
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Among the ten Lin Clan youngsters, Lin Chen kept his eyes on the lights moving across the sky.
Several powerful inheritances had already passed close by, and none had stopped.
He wasn’t anxious.
An inheritance that didn’t suit him would be of little use, no matter how impressive its origins.
He had no intention of forcing a connection that wasn’t meant to happen.
Then a sharp sword cry rang out.
Clang!
A streak of golden light shot toward him.
Before Lin Chen could react, it became an enormous golden sword hovering above his head.
The spiritual energy around him changed at once.
A terrifying sword intent spread through the air, and several nearby cultivators turned their heads.
Lin Chen’s expression grew serious.
This sword intent was incredibly profound.
Even the Level Nine Sword Intent he had cultivated seemed small beside the vast principles inside it.
Yet instead of feeling overwhelmed, he sensed something strangely familiar.
As though the inheritance had recognized something within him.
A golden figure stepped out of the sword.
He wore golden robes, and an ancient sword hung at his waist. His gaze was sharp enough to make the space around him tremble.
"Young cultivator, you have reached Level Nine Sword Intent, and briefly touched the threshold of the Sword Law."
Lin Chen’s eyes widened slightly.
"But a brief glimpse is only the beginning. Do not mistake the direction of your path for its destination."
"I understand, Senior."
The figure nodded.
"I am the Sword God. In my life I wielded my sword against countless enemies, including those who threatened the world beyond the mortal realms."
He raised his hand, and a magnificent sword appeared beside him.
Its blade shone with a cold, golden radiance, and faint traces of ancient energy flowed along its surface.
"This is the Demon Slaying Sword. It accompanied me through countless battles, and carved my name into history."
Even without touching it, Lin Chen could sense the terrifying power in its blade.
"My inheritance holds the sword techniques I developed, and my understanding of the sword’s deeper principles. Whether you can comprehend them depends on your own effort."
He paused.
"Will you accept my inheritance?"
Lin Chen cupped his fists at once.
"This junior is willing!"
The golden sword descended.
Countless streams of golden light entered Lin Chen’s mind, carrying profound sword techniques and the Sword God’s understanding of the sword.
The Demon Slaying Sword floated toward him.
He reached out and grasped the hilt.
A powerful sword cry erupted.
His Level Nine Sword Intent responded instinctively.
But the connection stopped short of a breakthrough.
He hadn’t mastered the Sword Law.
The inheritance had only opened a broader path before him.
Lin Chen understood that clearly.
He tightened his grip and bowed toward the fading figure.
"This junior thanks the Sword God for his inheritance!"
The figure disappeared, but the inheritance remained.
Lin Chen looked down at the Demon Slaying Sword.
A faint smile appeared on his face.
What pleased him most wasn’t the weapon.
It was the chance to understand the sword more deeply.
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Not far away, Lin Qing felt a gentle sword intent brush against her mind.
She turned her head.
A silver-white sword was drifting toward her.
Unlike the golden sword that had chosen Lin Chen, this one released a graceful glow. It moved lightly and smoothly, almost as though it were dancing through the air.
It circled her once, then stopped in front of her.
A beautiful figure stepped out of its light.
She wore a flowing white dress, and her long hair fell behind her like a waterfall. Her eyes held a calm that seemed to have lasted countless years.
"You cultivate the sword, yet your understanding isn’t limited to force and destruction," the woman said. "You seek precision, control, and the ability to adapt to your opponent."
Lin Qing listened carefully.
"Your Sword Intent has reached Level Nine, but there is still much you haven’t understood."
A silver sword appeared in the woman’s hand.
"This is the Moonlit Fairy Sword. I was known as the Fairy Sword Immortal. My sword was never meant to simply overpower enemies. It was meant to be graceful, unpredictable, and precise enough to defeat opponents stronger than myself."
Lin Qing’s eyes brightened.
She bowed.
"This junior is willing to accept the inheritance!"
Silver light enveloped her.
Countless techniques and insights entered her mind, revealing a sword path very different from Lin Chen’s.
The Sword God’s techniques emphasized overwhelming force and decisive attacks.
The Fairy Sword Immortal’s focused on fluid movement, subtle changes, and turning an opponent’s strength against them.
The Moonlit Fairy Sword floated toward her, and she grasped it.
A gentle sword cry echoed across the land.
She turned toward Lin Chen.
Their eyes met.
Lin Chen raised the Demon Slaying Sword slightly.
Lin Qing lifted the Moonlit Fairy Sword in answer.
Neither needed to speak.
They had both received powerful sword inheritances, and the paths in front of them were completely different.
Lin Zhen, who had noticed the exchange, grinned.
"Looks like we’ll have to be careful sparring with you two from now on."
Lin Mo snorted.
"You should worry about yourself first."
"What does that mean?"
"It means your spear won’t get stronger while you stand here talking."
Lin Zhen rolled his eyes.
"At least I don’t spend my time insulting people."
"Both of you should focus on finding your own inheritances," Lin Qing said.
Lin Mo and Lin Zhen exchanged glances.
Then they looked away at the same moment.
Neither wanted to admit she was right.
---
A powerful spatial fluctuation swept across another part of the land.
Lin Yuexin turned her head.
A dark-purple light was approaching her.
Unlike the other inheritances, which had drifted through the sky looking for recipients, this one seemed to have locked onto her the moment it appeared.
The surrounding space trembled as it came closer.
She narrowed her eyes.
"Space energy?"
Before she could look any closer, the light stopped in front of her.
A towering ancient figure stepped out of it.
He wore a black robe covered in mysterious silver patterns. Behind him, the void seemed to open into an endless darkness, revealing faint traces of distant spatial passages.
"You have cultivated Space Intent to Level Nine, and briefly touched the threshold of the Space Law."
Lin Yuexin bowed.
"Senior."
"I am the Void Ancestor. In my life I explored the mysteries of space, crossed countless spatial barriers, and traveled through regions ordinary cultivators could never reach."
He raised his hand.
The space around them folded inward.
For a moment, Lin Yuexin saw countless distant scenes reflected in the darkness.
Then everything returned to normal.
"My inheritance holds my understanding of the void, and the techniques I developed to travel through it. Your comprehension is still incomplete."
He looked directly at her.
"Will you accept my inheritance?"
"This junior is willing!"
A tremendous wave of spatial energy descended.
Lin Yuexin felt her mind pulled into an unfamiliar space filled with countless silver threads.
Each thread was a different spatial principle.
Some described the relationship between distance and movement.
Others showed how barriers could be crossed, bent, or bypassed without following ordinary paths.
She tried to understand them, but the knowledge was too profound to take in all at once.
Still, she could feel her understanding expanding.
Her Level Nine Space Intent responded to the inheritance, letting her recognize principles she had never noticed before.
The Void Ancestor raised his hand again.
A dark-purple blade appeared beside him.
Its surface was covered in spatial patterns, and the space around it seemed to bend faintly whenever it moved.
"This is the Void-Splitting Divine Blade. It was forged to channel spatial energy and cut through barriers ordinary weapons cannot touch. As your comprehension grows, you will discover more of its abilities."
He paused.
"But my inheritance is not the only thing I intend to leave you."
Lin Yuexin looked up.
The ancient figure reached out and touched his finger to her forehead.
A brilliant silver light erupted.
The space around them shook violently.
For a brief moment, her body became transparent, as though she had turned into a reflection of the void itself.
Then the light surged into her body.
Her aura changed.
A profound spatial energy spread through her meridians and settled into her foundation.
The Void Ancestor withdrew his hand.
"From this moment on, you possess the Void Spirit Body."
Lin Yuexin froze.
Like the other Lin Clan youngsters, she already had a special physique of her own.
And now she had been granted another.
"The Void Spirit Body will help you cultivate more efficiently in the void, withstand its unique pressures, and gradually develop the ability to pass through spatial regions that ordinary cultivators cannot enter."
His gaze sharpened.
"But do not assume you can travel anywhere you wish at once. Your abilities will grow alongside your cultivation and comprehension. The void is vast, and even I did not explore all its mysteries."
She took a deep breath.
"This junior understands."
The Void-Splitting Divine Blade floated toward her.
She grasped the hilt.
A strange sensation spread through her mind.
For a moment, she could sense subtle disturbances in the space around her, traces of spatial energy that had always slipped past her attention.
The sensation faded almost at once.
But she knew it hadn’t been an illusion.
Her perception of space had changed.
The Void Ancestor’s figure began to fade.
"Walk your own path. Do not let my achievements limit your imagination."
Lin Yuexin bowed deeply.
"This junior will remember!"
The inheritance light slowly disappeared.
She stood still for a few moments, feeling the changes within her body.
Then she looked down at the blade in her hand.
A faint smile appeared on her face.
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"That was unexpected."
Lin Chen’s voice came from nearby.
Lin Yuexin turned.
The other youngsters had already noticed the extraordinary spatial fluctuation.
Lin Qing looked at her with genuine happiness.
"Congratulations, Yuexin!"
"The Void Ancestor’s inheritance suits you remarkably well," Lin Yu said.
Lin Jue studied the dark-purple blade.
"The spatial energy in that weapon is extraordinary."
Lin Haochen grinned.
"And you got a new physique on top of everything else."
Lin Yuexin nodded.
"The Void Ancestor granted me the Void Spirit Body. It should help me cultivate more efficiently in the void, and eventually travel through spatial regions."
Lin Mo raised an eyebrow.
"So you can disappear whenever you don’t want to listen to us?"
"If I develop that ability enough, perhaps."
Lin Mo’s expression changed at once.
"Wait. I was joking!"
Lin Zhen burst out laughing.
"That’s what you get for talking too much."
"You’re enjoying this far too much," Lin Mo muttered.
Lin Qing shook her head, though a smile had appeared on her face.
There wasn’t a trace of jealousy among them.
Each of them had received an extraordinary inheritance, and they understood that their opportunities would naturally differ.
Lin Chen looked at Lin Yuexin.
"Make sure you understand the changes before you try anything dangerous. Spatial abilities are useful, but incomplete understanding can lead to trouble."
"I will."
She lowered her eyes to the Void-Splitting Divine Blade.
The inheritance had greatly widened her understanding.
But she hadn’t mastered the Space Law.
She had only been shown a clearer path toward it.
And she intended to make the most of it.
---
Elsewhere, a crimson light swept across the land.
Mo Chen turned his head.
A dark-red scythe emerged from the light, its curved blade giving off a cold, blood-colored glow.
The moment it stopped in front of him, the spiritual energy around them grew heavier.
An ancient figure appeared behind it.
He wore crimson robes, and his eyes were as dark as a moonless night.
"Your cultivation of the blood path and your understanding of destructive energy have caught my attention."
Mo Chen studied him carefully.
"I am the Blood Moon Sovereign. This is the Blood Moon Scythe. It accompanied me through countless battles, and its power will reveal itself as your cultivation improves."
Mo Chen’s expression grew serious.
He hadn’t expected an inheritance of this level.
"Senior, this junior is willing to accept your inheritance!"
Crimson light enveloped him.
Countless techniques and insights entered his mind, giving his cultivation a new direction.
The Blood Moon Scythe floated toward him.
He grasped the handle, and a blood-colored aura spread across the blade.
"This junior thanks the Blood Moon Sovereign!"
The figure disappeared.
Mo Chen let out a slow breath.
His gains were substantial, but the inheritance wouldn’t turn him into a powerhouse overnight.
He would still have to cultivate and comprehend the techniques himself.
---
A short distance away, Qin Feng stood before a towering golden figure.
The ancient man was surrounded by countless golden characters, each carrying a different principle.
Some turned into weapons.
Others formed defensive barriers, then dissolved into streams of light.
Qin Feng watched in growing fascination.
"You have a foundation suited to exploring the many variations of cultivation techniques," the figure said at last. "You do not need to restrict yourself to a single method."
Qin Feng bowed.
"May I ask Senior’s name?"
"I am the Myriad Heaven Sage."
A golden scripture appeared in the air.
"This is the Myriad Heaven Scripture. It holds my insights into many cultivation methods, their underlying principles, and how seemingly different techniques can complement one another."
Qin Feng’s eyes widened.
Even the fragments he could sense from a distance were extraordinarily profound.
"My inheritance will not make you proficient in every technique. It will give you a foundation to explore from. Your future achievements depend on your comprehension."
"This junior is willing to accept the inheritance!"
Golden light poured into his mind, and the Myriad Heaven Scripture settled into his hands.
Countless unfamiliar principles unfolded inside him.
He couldn’t understand them all.
But he now had a direction he had never had before.
"This junior thanks the Myriad Heaven Sage!"
---
A gentle, icy radiance descended upon Luo Xue.
She looked up as a woman in pale-blue robes appeared before her.
The ancient woman’s expression was serene, and a thin layer of frost seemed to follow every movement of her sleeves.
"Luo Xue, your comprehension of cold energy and your foundation are compatible with my path."
Luo Xue bowed at once.
"This junior greets Senior!"
"I am the Frost Moon Fairy. Throughout my cultivation, I pursued the mysteries of frost, tempering my techniques until even the surrounding spiritual energy could be frozen by my will."
A slender silver sword appeared before Luo Xue.
"This is the Frost Moon Sword. My inheritance holds the cultivation methods and techniques I developed, and my insights into the path of frost."
Luo Xue stared at the weapon, feeling the ancient energy within it.
"This junior is willing to accept the inheritance!"
A cold radiance enveloped her.
The Frost Moon Sword floated toward her, and she carefully took hold of the hilt.
The ancient woman’s teachings entered her mind, revealing techniques that could freeze the surrounding energy and condense frost into sharp, concentrated attacks.
Much of it was beyond her present understanding.
But she knew it would be valuable to her future cultivation.
When the Frost Moon Fairy disappeared, Luo Xue bowed toward the empty space.
"This junior thanks the Frost Moon Fairy!"
---
The land kept changing as more ancient legacies found suitable recipients.
A tremendous battle aura erupted from Shi Tianba’s position.
He stood beneath a massive axe wrapped in dark-golden light.
An imposing ancient figure appeared before him, radiating an overwhelming sense of dominance.
"I am the Primordial Tyrant Emperor."
Shi Tianba’s expression changed.
The enormous axe descended until it hovered in front of him.
"This is the Tyrant God Battle Axe. My inheritance holds the battle techniques and body-tempering methods I developed throughout my life."
The ancient figure examined his physique.
"Your foundation suits a path of overwhelming strength and direct confrontation. If you accept this inheritance, you must be prepared to endure the hardships required to develop it."
Shi Tianba grinned.
"Senior, I have never been afraid of hardship!"
The Primordial Tyrant Emperor’s expression stayed calm.
"Words are easy. Your actions will decide whether you deserve to carry my legacy."
Shi Tianba straightened at once.
"This junior is willing to accept the inheritance!"
A torrent of battle insights surged into his mind, and the Tyrant God Battle Axe dropped into his grasp.
The moment he held it, a powerful aura erupted around him.
He tightened his grip, feeling the weight and extraordinary sturdiness of the weapon.
"This junior thanks the Primordial Tyrant Emperor!"
---
Ji Xueyan’s inheritance arrived differently.
A crescent-shaped light appeared before her and spread into a silver ribbon that floated gracefully through the air.
A woman in dark-blue robes stepped out of the light.
Her appearance was elegant, and the space around her grew unusually quiet.
"I am the Void Moon Empress."
Ji Xueyan bowed.
The silver ribbon danced through the air, leaving faint traces of moonlight behind it.
"This is the Moonshadow Divine Ribbon. It can channel spiritual energy into flowing attacks and defensive movements, but its true value lies in the techniques that come with my inheritance."
The ribbon looked light and delicate.
But the spatial fluctuations around it suggested its power was far from ordinary.
"Your comprehension and foundation are suited to my path. If you accept this inheritance, you must learn to combine precision with adaptability."
"This junior is willing!"
The inheritance light enveloped her.
Profound techniques and insights flowed into her mind.
The ribbon floated toward her, moved gently around her wrist, and settled into her grasp.
Her eyes brightened.
She could already tell it would help her develop techniques that suited her path.
"This junior thanks the Void Moon Empress!"
---
Feng Yuling’s inheritance arrived in a sudden burst of crimson flames.
A phoenix cry echoed across the land.
A beautiful feather descended from the sky, surrounded by layers of burning light.
Feng Yuling looked up as an ancient woman appeared before her.
Her robes resembled brilliant phoenix plumage, and a faint flame-shaped mark glowed between her eyebrows.
"I am the Ninefold Phoenix Ancestor."
Feng Yuling’s breathing quickened.
"This is the Phoenix Nirvana Feather. It holds traces of the flame energy I nurtured throughout my life."
The feather glowed brighter.
"My inheritance holds my techniques and insights into the phoenix path. You may learn from them, but you must develop your own understanding instead of blindly imitating my achievements."
Feng Yuling bowed.
"This junior is willing to accept the inheritance!"
Crimson light enveloped her.
The ancient teachings poured into her mind, revealing profound methods for controlling flame energy and using it to strengthen her techniques.
The feather settled into her hand, and its warmth spread through her palm.
Her Ninefold Phoenix Physique responded with a faint resonance that made the feather glow brighter.
The Ninefold Phoenix Ancestor nodded in satisfaction.
"Your physique and foundation are compatible with this path. How far you take it depends on you."
"This junior will remember!"
When the ancient figure disappeared, Feng Yuling looked at the feather in her hand.
She had obtained a legacy that matched her path.
Now she had to prove she could make full use of it.
---
Shi Tianba, Ji Xueyan, Feng Yuling, Mo Chen, Qin Feng and Luo Xue weren’t the only ones.
Other surviving successors of the Forbidden Families and Forbidden Sects also attracted inheritances.
Some received ancient weapons.
Others received cultivation methods, defensive treasures, or the accumulated insights of powerful predecessors.
Their value differed.
But each recipient had been chosen because the legacy recognized something compatible within them.
---
At the same time, Lin Mo finally attracted the attention of an ancient inheritance.
A quiet, almost imperceptible aura spread across the area around him.
Unlike the others, no dazzling light appeared.
A lone figure simply took shape several steps away.
He was an elderly man in simple grey robes.
His eyes were closed, and a long saber rested at his waist.
Lin Mo narrowed his eyes.
There was something unusual about the old man.
Although his eyes stayed shut, Lin Mo had the strange feeling the ancient figure was observing everything around him.
Then the old man spoke.
"You cultivate the saber."
Lin Mo cupped his fists.
"Yes, Senior."
"And your Saber Intent has reached Level Nine."
Lin Mo’s expression grew serious.
The old man had read his comprehension in a single glance.
"I am the Blind Saber Master. I was blind from birth, yet I never let my lack of sight stop me from pursuing the saber."
Lin Mo listened closely.
"Many cultivators rely too heavily on their eyes. They believe seeing an opponent is the same as understanding their movements. But the world holds countless things ordinary sight cannot reveal."
A dark saber appeared beside him.
Its blade was simple, without extravagant decoration.
But Lin Mo could feel a terrifying sharpness hidden inside it.
"This is the World-Severing Saber. It let me sense movements and disturbances around me. But the weapon was never the source of my mastery. That came from years of cultivation, countless battles, and the path I chose to follow."
Lin Mo nodded slowly.
The weapon could help him, but it could never replace his own comprehension.
"My inheritance holds my saber techniques and the insights I gathered over my life. If you accept it, you must learn to perceive your surroundings beyond what your eyes can see."
"This junior is willing to accept the inheritance!"
A profound stream of information entered his mind.
He saw countless saber movements, each simple at first glance but extraordinarily deep.
Some emphasized decisive strikes.
Others focused on sensing an opponent’s movements before countering.
Others revealed ways of detecting subtle disturbances in spiritual energy and space.
Much of it was beyond his current understanding.
He didn’t get discouraged.
The inheritance was meant to guide his future cultivation, not give him mastery overnight.
The World-Severing Saber floated toward him, and he grasped the hilt.
A strange sensation spread through his mind.
He could faintly sense the movements of nearby cultivators without looking at them.
It was weak and incomplete.
But it was unmistakable.
The Blind Saber Master nodded.
"You have felt the beginning of it. Do not mistake that first sensation for mastery. Your perception will grow alongside your comprehension."
"This junior will remember Senior’s teachings!"
The old man’s figure faded.
Lin Mo stood still for a moment, looking at the World-Severing Saber.
Then he turned to Lin Zhen.
"Hey, spear user."
"What now?"
Lin Mo smiled.
"Try sneaking up on me from behind. I want to test something."
Lin Zhen stared at him.
"You just received your inheritance, and you’re already looking for someone to test it on?"
"Are you afraid?"
"Afraid of what? Your new saber?"
Lin Zhen snorted.
"Fine. I’ll test it later. But if you get hit, don’t blame me."
"Both of you. Not now," Lin Qing said, glancing back.
Lin Mo fell silent at once.
Lin Zhen turned away with a grin.
For now, the World-Severing Saber would have to wait for its first test.
---
The inheritance ground kept shining beneath the countless beams of light.
One after another, ancient legacies found cultivators whose paths matched their own.
Some inheritances gave rare cultivation methods.
Others gave profound insights into elemental energy, formations, physical cultivation, or the mysteries of heaven and earth.
Among the remaining successors of the Holy Families and Holy Sects, Long Aotian and Yue Kun also attracted powerful inheritances.
Long Aotian was the first.
A majestic golden aura swept across the land.
A dragon’s roar echoed.
He raised his head as a colossal azure dragon appeared above him.
Its scales shimmered with brilliant light, and its enormous body seemed to stretch across the heavens.
An ancient figure stepped out of its radiance.
He wore a golden robe, and his presence carried the majesty of a sovereign.
"Long Aotian."
Long Aotian cupped his fists at once.
"Senior!"
"I am the Azure Dragon Sovereign. Your foundation and cultivation path have caught my attention."
A long sword appeared in front of Long Aotian.
Its hilt was covered in intricate dragon patterns, and its blade shone with a cold, azure light.
"This is the Azure Dragon Sword. My inheritance holds the techniques I developed, and my understanding of the dragon path."
Long Aotian stared at the weapon.
He could feel the extraordinary power hidden within it.
"Your potential has brought you here. But potential alone will not decide your future. You must cultivate this inheritance and develop your own understanding."
He bowed deeply.
"This junior is willing to accept the inheritance!"
The azure dragon released a powerful roar.
Its image turned into a stream of light and entered his mind.
Countless techniques and insights unfolded, revealing a profound path that joined the sword with the power of the azure dragon.
The Azure Dragon Sword dropped into his hand.
He gripped it firmly.
For a brief moment, the dragon patterns lit up, and a faint azure aura spread around him.
"This junior thanks the Azure Dragon Sovereign!"
The ancient figure nodded and disappeared.
Long Aotian looked at the weapon.
It wasn’t the end of his journey.
It was the beginning of another stage.
---
Yue Kun’s inheritance arrived shortly afterward.
The ground beneath his feet trembled.
A deep rumbling echoed as a golden mountain appeared in the distance, its enormous silhouette seeming to connect the earth and the heavens.
An ancient figure emerged from its radiance.
He wore a heavy golden robe, and his presence carried the weight of countless mountains.
"I am the Golden Mountain Emperor."
Yue Kun bowed.
"This junior greets Senior!"
"My path focused on the power of mountains, the stability of the earth, and the ability to bear immense pressure without yielding. Your foundation is compatible with my inheritance."
A golden seal appeared before him, engraved with a towering mountain.
"This is the Mountain-Heart Seal. It holds the power of my inheritance, and can help you channel earth energy as your comprehension improves."
The seal looked small.
But it seemed heavy, and its golden patterns held profound principles.
"My inheritance includes the methods and techniques I developed throughout my life. Whether you can fully comprehend them depends on your own effort."
"This junior is willing to accept the inheritance!"
The seal released a brilliant radiance.
Countless insights flowed into his mind, revealing ways of controlling earth energy, strengthening defenses, and using the power of mountains to suppress opponents.
The Mountain-Heart Seal floated toward him, and he took it.
A deep rumble echoed.
For a brief moment, the ground beneath his feet responded to the treasure’s energy.
His eyes brightened.
"This junior thanks the Golden Mountain Emperor!"
The ancient figure disappeared.
Like Long Aotian, Yue Kun understood that the inheritance had given him a path, not instant mastery.
He would have to cultivate its techniques and comprehend the principles within them.
But the opportunity was extraordinary.
---
The inheritance selections went on across the vast ground.
Some recipients received inheritances of great renown.
Others received more specialized legacies that might prove invaluable as their cultivation advanced.
Nobody could claim every inheritance was equal in value.
But each one offered its recipient a chance to move forward along their own path.
The ancient figures faded after passing on their legacies.
The treasures remained with their new owners.
And the inheritance ground continued to shine.
More ancient legacies were still searching for suitable recipients.
The selection was far from over.
End of Chapter 113