Time passed swiftly, and a month quietly slipped by. Zhang Er’gou’s transformation plan was progressing vigorously. At Wuming Peak, everything remained normal, with no major incidents occurring.
Currently, the highest combat power at Wuming Peak was Mie Qiongqi. As the sect leader of the Saint-Demon Sect at Wuming Peak, Lin Fan felt somewhat anxious. His current cultivation had only reached the peak of the先天 stage. Although he believed that when difficulties arose, there would always be taller figures to handle them, he had never forgotten the blood feud between himself and the Cangling State on the other side of the Dongling Continent.
“Teacher, I can now make Xiaobai obey me!” At this moment, Cai Zhiqiao joyfully ran over from afar, followed closely by a snow-white cub of the Snow King Lion, resembling a small dog.
Lin Fan found the Snow King Lion cub rather strange. He wondered what fierce beast the adult Snow King Lion he had killed had mated with, as the cub gave off a peculiar vibe. Its face strangely didn’t resemble a Snow King Lion at all.
Initially, Lin Fan hadn’t paid much attention. However, one day he suddenly noticed a pair of small white wings on the cub’s back—something adult Snow King Lions definitely didn’t possess.
“Good job,” Lin Fan said as he patted Cai Zhiqiao’s head. Though her talent was somewhat lacking, it didn’t matter. He had been enhancing her aptitude every two or three days. This unique skill was indeed powerful, and boosting talent was essentially defying fate itself. The higher her talent, the less effective the improvements became. However, Lin Fan wasn’t in a rush. As long as he persisted, he believed that in a few years, an extraordinary genius would emerge under his guidance.
Following this, Cai Zhiqiao commanded Xiaobai to strike various poses in front of Lin Fan.
The Snow King Lion cub gazed at Lin Fan with its adorable, sparkling eyes, standing upright, doing handstands, and rolling around playfully.
Lin Fan couldn’t help but smile. He wondered how this little creature would feel when it grew up, thinking back to its childhood antics.
The Tenth Peak of the Saint Sect.
“Master, I’d like to go out and train for a while,” Lin Fan said after much deliberation. To become even stronger, he needed to plunge into the vast world.
Looking at Lin Fan, the sect leader was actually reluctant to let him go. Although it might seem selfish, the emergence of a Golden Elixir Mind was of utmost importance to the sect. However, he understood that Lin Fan’s request to leave was a sign of respect. From the moment he had bestowed Wuming Peak upon Lin Fan, he had become an independent individual, free to go wherever he pleased without needing permission.
“Come with me,” the sect leader said without further explanation, walking directly into the depths of the grand hall.
Lin Fan didn’t know where the sect leader was taking him. Usually, disciples weren’t allowed on the Tenth Peak, where the sect leader often remained alone in the grand hall.
Following behind the sect leader, Lin Fan observed his surroundings. After passing through the grand hall, a tall stone gate appeared before him.
This gate was ancient and steady, exuding an awe-inspiring aura. On the massive stone door, carved from unknown material, was an engraved figure.
This figure stood bare-chested, towering and mighty, holding a giant axe. A single glance at it sent a tremor through Lin Fan’s heart, as if a powerful will had surged into his soul, forcing him to retreat.
At this moment, the sect leader stepped forward, placing his hand on the gate. A slight ripple appeared on the giant stone door, like ripples on water, forming an opening just large enough for a person to pass through.
“Follow me in,” the sect leader said, his figure gradually disappearing inside. Without hesitation, Lin Fan immediately followed and entered.
At this point, Lin Fan still had no idea what this place was, but he could tell immediately that it was no ordinary location.
The sect leader had never left the Tenth Peak before—could it be that he had always been guarding this place?
Moreover, judging from the current situation, was the sect leader about to give him something valuable?
As Lin Fan entered the dark opening, his vision went black, as if he had plunged into endless darkness. However, this sensation vanished in an instant.
When Lin Fan opened his eyes and looked ahead, he discovered that the sect leader had somehow already knelt before a statue, murmuring something.
The statue’s appearance was identical to the figure carved on the stone gate. What startled Lin Fan even more was that the statue’s eyes seemed lifelike, radiating a shimmering divine light.
Given what had happened earlier, Lin Fan dared not directly gaze at the statue. Instead, he lowered his head and slowly walked behind the sect leader.
“Master, what is this?” Lin Fan quietly asked in confusion.
After chanting for a while, the sect leader, still kneeling, stood up. “This is the sect’s founding ancestor. Approach the ancestor and contemplate with your heart.”
“Oh…” Lin Fan didn’t quite understand what the sect leader meant, but he didn’t ask further questions and followed the sect leader’s example, kneeling before the statue.
After kneeling down, Lin Fan didn’t feel anything unusual. If there was anything different, it was the immense presence of the towering statue in front of him, which created a sense of oppression. What if the statue suddenly fell down?
“Master, I don’t feel anything,” Lin Fan asked, tilting his head.
“Don’t speak. Focus on feeling the statue. The ancestor will guide you,” the sect leader said solemnly.
Following the sect leader’s instructions, Lin Fan tried his best to feel the statue. However, he found kneeling uncomfortable and eventually sat cross-legged, placing one hand on the statue and closing his eyes to contemplate.
Seeing this, the sect leader wanted to speak but ultimately held back.
The Saint Sect has been passed down for thousands of years, ever since the mysterious Zunzhi divided the Xuanhuang Realm into two. At that time, the founding ancestor of the Saint Sect established the sect and began recruiting disciples. Every disciple selected to become the sect leader in each subsequent generation would stand before this statue to meditate and inherit the legacy of the sect.
The legacy each new sect leader received varied, but most often included cultivation techniques.
The reason he had brought Lin Fan here now was to allow him to inherit the sect’s legacy. Although the next sect leader of the Saint Sect might not necessarily be Lin Fan, the sect leader had been secretly observing everything Lin Fan had done.
“What the heck? I’ve touched it for so long and felt absolutely nothing,” Lin Fan thought to himself, frustrated. Was the sect leader out of his mind? The ancestor had been dead for who knows how long, and this was just a statue. What was there to contemplate?
At that moment, the sect leader, who had been watching the statue the entire time, suddenly changed expression.
The space around the statue slightly trembled—an occurrence the sect leader had never witnessed before, and one that was also absent from the sect’s records.
“This…” The sect leader’s expression changed. Although he didn’t understand the situation, he dared not move recklessly and could only watch.
Lin Fan had been silently complaining in his mind when suddenly, he found his body completely immobilized. An irresistible force seemed to be pulling his consciousness away.
Oh no… This is bad.
At that moment, Lin Fan panicked. His consciousness was like his soul—if it were to disappear, he’d become nothing more than a soulless husk.
He wanted to cry out for help but couldn’t utter a single word.
Looks like he had to save himself.
At this moment, Lin Fan went all out, desperately resisting.
However, the suction force grew stronger and stronger. In no time, Lin Fan lost consciousness.
He was doomed…
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