The Primordial Moon Ancestor’s brow furrowed slightly as he observed the candidates who had been diligently contemplating moments ago all collapse silently, especially the Master of the Deer-Worm, in whom he had placed great hope, falling as well. This caused an involuntary change in his expression.
“Failure?” the Primordial Moon Ancestor frowned. “Who ultimately obtained it? Was it the human from the Primeval Universe, or Dongdi? Or perhaps some other fortunate faction?”
Internally anxious, the Primordial Moon Ancestor could not immediately determine who had obtained the inheritance, though the most likely candidate remained the human from the Primeval Universe.
“Whether it’s me or Dongdi, we both urgently need this lineage of the Donghe River!” the Primordial Moon Ancestor thought inwardly. “Either the human Galaxy Lord or the Blood-Bound Sovereign from Dongdi’s universe. It’s practically certain—it’s either the human, or the Blood-Bound.”
“These two are the most likely. Dongdi surely knows who obtained the inheritance,” the Primordial Moon Ancestor nodded slightly. “Observing the actions of Dongdi’s Holy Land or checking whether Luo Feng is still alive will reveal the truth.”
…
Within the Dongdi Holy Land universe, in a particular spatial domain.
On the towering ancient tree, the candidates who had previously been sitting cross-legged on massive leaves, deeply immersed in contemplation, all suddenly collapsed onto the leaves, their divine bodies going limp. Some corpses immediately slid off the leaves and began to fall downward, even colliding with several leaves on the way.
“Hmph!” Dongdi, faintly glowing with a green light, changed expression and let out an angry snort.
He stared at the corpse of the Blood-Bound Sovereign lying not far away, his face darkening as he muttered, “The human Galaxy Lord Luo Feng?”
…
The sudden deaths of the candidates sent shockwaves throughout the entire Cosmic Sea. The inheritance of the Donghe River lineage was something that nearly a hundred factions across the Cosmic Sea desperately desired—it represented the opportunity and method to transcend samsara.
“Who obtained it?”
“Was it the humans or Dongdi’s Holy Land?”
“Which faction ultimately gained the inheritance?”
All major powers within the Cosmic Sea were anxious and confused, yet even the Primordial Moon Holy Land remained clueless. Only Dongdi’s Holy Land had some inkling, for they knew the Blood-Bound Sovereign had perished. Therefore, it was ninety-nine percent certain that the inheritance had gone to the human Galaxy Lord!
…
“I have broken through and become the inheritor of the Donghe River lineage,” Luo Feng sent a message through the Virtual Universe to the Founding Sovereign Axe and the Chaos City Lord, and then immediately turned his attention away from the ensuing stir this message would cause among the human elite, heading straight to meet Donghe.
…
A series of stone pillars supported a three-dimensional holographic projection of the Rhinoceros Emperor Bureau. Amidst this cluster of pillars stood a figure in white robes. As Luo Feng composed the message to send to the Founding Sovereign Axe and the Chaos City Lord, the white-robed man smiled, already aware of its contents.
“This silent war across the Cosmic Sea, a war that decides the fate of our species… we humans… have won!” the Original Ancestor chuckled.
He knew.
Whether or not he could escape his imprisonment before the first cycle of the Primeval Universe reached its destruction, the human race was destined for boundless prospects. There was even a very high likelihood that the Third Holy Land Universe would belong to humanity.
…
At the same time, the message had already reached the Founding Sovereign Axe and the Chaos City Lord.
…
In the Inheritance Space.
“All other candidates… eliminated!” As the cold mechanical voice echoed in his ears, Luo Feng instinctively turned his gaze to the distance. A figure flew in—none other than the dignified and majestic Donghe himself.
Donghe now wore white armor adorned with countless golden lines resembling meteors, magnificent battle boots upon his feet, and a battle helmet upon his head. His appearance was noble and dignified, exuding confidence.
“Lord Donghe,” Luo Feng respectfully saluted.
“Do not call me ‘Lord’,” Donghe smiled, his expression remarkably carefree. “You may call me ‘Master.’ I am the previous Donghe, and you are the current Donghe. I am your Master, and your guide.”
Donghe glanced toward the three distant icebergs and waved his hand. In an instant, the three icebergs vanished into nothingness.
“Hmm?” Luo Feng turned his head in surprise, inwardly pained—those were treasures!
“Haha, those 820 foundational inheritances? You can study them however you like in the future,” Donghe laughed. “They’re merely minor paths, meant for leisure during cultivation. The Donghe lineage naturally values the core inheritance above all else.”
Core inheritance?
Luo Feng’s anticipation surged.
“Follow me,” Donghe flew directly outward. Not far ahead, an exit to another space appeared in midair, and Luo Feng quickly followed, the two flying out one after the other.
…
As they flew out, Luo Feng turned his head and saw 820 glowing spatial portals lined up in a row around him.
“Hide,” Donghe swept his gaze across them, and all the spatial portals vanished, increasing Luo Feng’s curiosity.
Seeing this, Donghe smiled. “This Inheritance Space is the place where every Donghe has accepted the inheritance throughout history. It is a truly extraordinary treasure, immeasurably precious—far beyond what you call ‘Supreme Treasures.’ In terms of uniqueness, it surpasses even some small universes. It naturally contains a vast number of independent spatial realms. With a single thought, I can create 820 passageways connecting the 820 foundational inheritance realms.”
Luo Feng nodded.
It seemed he could simply regard this Inheritance Space as a special small universe.
“Come!” Donghe, wielding absolute control over the entire Inheritance Space, whisked Luo Feng away into the depths of the space.
…
Luo Feng felt the scenery shift, and suddenly he found himself standing atop a mountain peak of infinite height, overlooking the endless clouds swirling around the mountain like rivers, with no land in sight.
“Where is this?” Luo Feng asked in astonishment.
“This is the highest peak of the main space within the Inheritance Space,” Donghe’s voice suddenly turned solemn. “Look over there.”
Following Donghe’s pointing finger, Luo Feng saw not far from the mountain peak a towering statue of a humanoid figure, draped in long hair and wearing battle armor, his gaze distant.
It appeared to be an ordinary statue, but after observing it for several seconds, Luo Feng faintly sensed the ‘power’ hidden within the statue—an extraordinary, unique power, far beyond his comprehension.
As the saying goes, “One cannot speak of ice to a summer insect.” Clearly, the power contained within this statue far surpassed Luo Feng’s current level, so much so that he hadn’t even noticed it at first.
“This is the Third Patriarch of our Donghe lineage,” Donghe’s eyes brimmed with reverence. “His name is Donghe·Jueyi·Holy·King.”
Luo Feng was taken aback.
Donghe·Jueyi·Holy·King? What an odd name.
“I am the 192nd inheritor,” Donghe said. “My name is Donghe·Zhenkan·Wu!”
Luo Feng grew more puzzled.
Wasn’t Donghe’s full name simply Donghe·Wu?
“And your future name,” Donghe looked at Luo Feng, “will be Donghe·Luo Feng! Each Donghe inherits the same name, only the suffix changes. Before I became the 192nd Donghe, my name was Zhenkan.”
Luo Feng suddenly understood.
So the given name of the Third Patriarch must have been Jueyi!
“The Third Patriarch…” Donghe turned his gaze upward toward the statue, his eyes filled with reverence. “He is the greatest existence in our Donghe lineage. Although the First Patriarch was mighty, in my civilization, he was merely a supreme being. The same goes for the Second Patriarch… but the Third Patriarch was truly extraordinary. He was the one who spread the name of our Donghe lineage far and wide, and he himself stood at the true pinnacle.”
“Don’t talk to me about your so-called Cosmic Overlords,” Donghe shook his head. “In my homeland, that title is nothing but a joke. What you call the Cosmic Overlords are known in my homeland as—True Gods.”
“The titles of Immortal, Cosmic Sovereign, and Cosmic Lord before the True God are similar to those in my homeland.”
“In my homeland, True Gods are merely the threshold for supreme beings,” Donghe continued. “Though considered powerful, they are still far, far from the true pinnacle. I myself am nowhere near that level.”
Luo Feng listened attentively.
He had long suspected…
Yet he had not expected that the title of Cosmic Overlord in this era was known as ‘True God’ in the ancient civilization. No wonder when the Seven True Lords of the Divine Eye Clan fought against the Founding Sovereign Axe, their summoned beasts kept roaring about ‘True Gods’ and ‘Eternal True Gods.’
“The Third Patriarch truly stood at the pinnacle,” Donghe sighed. “He was revered by countless mighty beings and was early on recognized worthy of adding the honorific ‘Holy’ to his name. Upon reaching the pinnacle… he was further granted the title ‘King’—the King among Holy Ones… the true pinnacle. As for me, I still fall far short of being revered by countless mighty beings and earning the title ‘Holy.’ I was barely granted the honorific ‘Wu.'”
“Honorific? ‘Wu’?”
It seemed this title was conferred by others. Whereas ‘Holy’ and ‘King’ were acknowledgments from countless mighty beings.
“The Third Patriarch stood at the pinnacle, perfecting the inheritance for our Donghe lineage,” Donghe continued. “Though no successor has ever matched his extraordinary level, the Donghe inheritance has never been broken. Throughout our lineage’s inheritances, there have been nine who attained the status of ‘Holy.’ Even within the entire civilization, our Donghe inheritance is among the strongest lineages.”
Luo Feng was secretly astonished.
To be so fortunate as to inherit a lineage that produced a being who reached the ultimate heights, with such profound depth, indeed qualified it as one of the strongest inheritances.
“Come, kneel before the Third Patriarch,” Donghe said. “Only then will you truly be recognized as the 193rd inheritor.”
Luo Feng nodded and promptly walked forward to the black silk-threaded kneeling mat specially designated for this ritual, knelt down, and bowed deeply.
Boom!
His head struck the rock!
Instantly, the black silk-threaded kneeling mat beneath him surged with endless black light, rapidly pouring into Luo Feng’s body. At the same time, the towering statue of the Third Patriarch emitted a white light, shining directly down upon Luo Feng.
“Succession!” Donghe silently watched, a look of relief on his face. Though seemingly a simple act of kneeling, it was, in fact, the most crucial step in the Donghe lineage—the true act of succession.
“Ahh!!!”
Even with Luo Feng’s formidable willpower, he couldn’t help but let out a pained groan. At his brow, a black beam and a white beam intertwined, forcefully embedding themselves into his body. A strange inheritance mark began to form…
Seeing this inheritance mark, Donghe trembled slightly, silently murmuring in his heart: “From this moment on, you are Donghe—Donghe·Luo Feng.”
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