Long Zaixing said in a deep voice: "The Xuanming inheritance has been opened, and you are the only half-life descendant who has entered the secret realm in countless years. Prepare to accept the inheritance!"
Long Zaixing continued, "The inheritance is in this Xuanming stone statue beneath me. You move my remains off the statue, enter the statue, and then you can receive the inheritance. Go!"
"I'm sorry for the offense, junior!" I performed the great salute of a disciple to Long Zaixing, hugged Long Zaixing's body with both hands and slowly lifted him up.
I originally thought that it would be easy to move Long Zaixing off the stone statue. However, as soon as I held Long Zaixing's remains in mid-air, I felt an irresistible icy force attacking my whole body from my arms. The two arms that were holding the corpse suddenly lost consciousness, and the two feet standing on the turtle's back involuntarily slid to the ground along the curve of the turtle shell.
I hurriedly kicked twice on the turtle's back, barely able to stabilize my body, and tried to move two steps to the side, but I couldn't find a place to land. In order to prevent the corpse from falling to the ground, I had already pressed the corpse against my body. The piercing cold was like countless sharp knives scraping back and forth on my body mercilessly. The indescribable pain was like someone was tearing my flesh off piece by piece from my body, and then sticking ice cubes on the wounds. The pain was excruciating and the cold was piercing.
I wanted to get off the turtle's back quickly, but I couldn't find a place to stand. I was holding the corpse, and I couldn't see the bottom of my feet. My feet kept slipping, and if I wasn't careful, I might lose my balance.
At that time, if I threw Long Zaixing's remains to the ground, I would definitely be able to land safely; if I still held on to the corpse, I might even fall off the stone turtle with my head tilted back.
If it were somewhere else, a height of one or two meters would be nothing to me. Even if I fell down without any preparation, I would not be hurt at all. But now I dare not easily try to jump from the stone turtle to the ground.
Because I felt that I was not standing on a stone turtle, but on the edge of a cliff with a bottomless abyss. If I fell off the stone turtle, I would be crushed to pieces. I didn't know why I had such an idea, but the fear was so real that it came to my mind again and again.
At that time, for the first time, I felt a kind of coldness that I had never experienced before, from the bottom of my heart to the outside and from the outside to the inside. At that moment, I even lost the ability to think, and I just relied on my body's instinct to persevere.
I didn't even know how my feet moved, and I fell forward. Just when I was about to fall down, I kicked the stone turtle hard without hesitation or thinking, turned around in the air, used my body to cushion the body, and fell to the ground.
I had already closed my eyes, waiting for the endless pain or death to come, but I didn't expect my body to turn sideways in the air. When I opened my eyes, Long Zaixing's body was already standing on the ground, holding me in the air with his arms stretched sideways.
Before I could figure out what was going on, Long Zaixing gently put me on the ground: "It's just a small test, don't be angry."
Long Zaixing didn't wait for me to speak before continuing, "Only at the critical moment of life and death can a person show his true nature. You refused to throw my body to the ground before you died, which shows that you are a person who knows how to be grateful and has feelings and righteousness. Ning Nitian's successor is indeed like him. Lift up the armor in the center of the turtle's back and go in!"
Long Zaixing had already said that, what else could I say? I could only smile bitterly, clasp my fists, climb back up the turtle's back, and lift up the sky armor. There turned out to be a vertical coffin underneath. After I tried to jump in, I stood with my back against the bottom of the coffin.
Long Zaixing slowly closed his Heavenly Armor and said, "Sometimes, I really wonder if Ning Nitian had predicted that his descendants would definitely find the Xuanming inheritance? Because the Netherworld Qi he created is the foundation of Xuanming."
"You don't have to doubt anything. Even I haven't practiced the Xuanming inheritance. It's not because I don't want to, but because I don't dare."
Long Zaixing smiled and said, "The Xuanming inheritance was not originally something from the Half Life Dao, but an opportunity we snatched from the Wu Sect. After the dragon vein seized half of the Xuanming spirit, some people wanted to fuse the spirits to practice the Xuanming magic. As a result, they either froze to death or became crazy."
"After several studies, Ning Nitian finally came to a conclusion. The Mysterious Netherworld Divine Art can only be practiced by people who carry Yin energy. Such people are rare. Speaking of this, I have to admire Ning Nitian. He actually created the Netherworld Energy after thinking hard. After a person's body is baptized by the Netherworld Energy, there will always be a part of Yin energy left in his body, which can be used to fuse the Mysterious Netherworld Spirit!"
I couldn't help but shudder when I heard this. According to Long Zaixing, doesn't that mean that accepting the Xuanming inheritance is just a theory, and no one is sure that they can accept the inheritance
Long Zaixing seemed to have guessed my thoughts: "Don't worry about anything! Xuanming, in ancient times, there is another explanation, which is extended to the underworld. If you circulate the netherworld energy, there is more than a 90% chance of receiving the inheritance. Let's get started!"
At this point, what else can I say? I can only desperately draw in the energy of the Netherworld and circulate it frantically within my body. At the same time, an extremely cold air current also enters my body.
At that moment, I seemed to see an ancient giant beast with a domineering spirit from the ancient times, standing tall before my eyes. Xuanming's body, which connected heaven and earth, stepped through the sea and looked down at the sky. It was unyielding and fearless, but also had an indescribable desolation.
At that moment, an extremely absurd thought suddenly arose in my mind. Xuanming was a god, looking down on the world, but he still could not escape the arrangement of destiny. Even if he could stand at the top of the witch god and make the ancient demon god crawl and tremble in front of him, he still had to go to destruction step by step under the destiny. The former glory and unyielding arrogance finally became a legend under fate. The name of Xuanming was gradually replaced by a new god, and even no complete image was left.
"A ferocious beast covered with bone spurs" sounds so majestic and awe-inspiring, but who can tell what the real Xuanming looks like
Although the name remains, the form is gone!
Is this the final arrangement that fate has for him
If possible, Xuanming would also change his fate. Even if he could not succeed, he hoped to see someone who could change his fate. Just like the predecessors of the Half-Life Dao who perished in their struggle, they are gone, but they place their hopes on their descendants. They may have already died, but the will left in the Half-Life inheritance is waiting for the appearance of someone who can defy fate, even if it takes a thousand or ten thousand years...
After this thought flashed through my mind, I couldn't help but sigh, but strangely, the Netherworld in front of me was also sighing.
It’s the same sigh, but one is filled with emotion, while the other is filled with eternal desolation.
As the two sighs echoed in my ears, they seemed to be entangled with each other in the dark, merging into one, like a resonance that lasted for a long time.
"Ah..." Long Zaixing's sigh came from afar, "Half life, fighting against the sky, when can you escape fate? Even if you can escape for a moment! Child, go forward! The future is confusing, the situation is changing, don't let fate extinguish the passion in your heart."
"I can see that you haven't completely fallen into your fate. When that day comes, you will know what it means to regret and what it means to be in agony. However, we have to live with holes all over our bodies in order to change our fate and make up for the regrets in our hearts."
"As the descendant of Half Life, I will never admit defeat in life and I will never bow my head in death. Let's go, child, carry the hope of Half Life and go forward! For yourself, and for the persistence of Half Life."
"Child, I hope to see you escape your fate. Don't be like me, like Ning Nitian, like Zhan Wuxiang, like all of us who are descendants of the Half-Life Dao. We die with our eyes open, and even if our souls are scattered, we are still full of regrets!"
"Goodbye, child!"
"I once said that before I, Long Zaixing, leave, I will laugh three times."
“Hahahahahaha… This laugh is for my sake, Long Zaixing, who was unable to fight against the heavens to change his fate!”
"Hahahahahaha… this smile is for me so I won't cry!"
“Hahahahahaha… This laugh is for the successor of the Half Life Dao!”
“Hahahahahahahaha…”
Long Zaixing's laughter was melancholy, tragic, full of helplessness yet indomitable.
He left, leaving with a heart full of regrets, but he also left without hesitation, overcoming all obstacles. His last smile was telling fate that he was not a loser, he just died on the road.
Amidst Long Zaixing's laughter, the shadow of Xuanming in front of me turned around and came towards me. A large amount of true energy rushed into my body frantically, forcibly poured into my dantian, and the true energy in my body rose step by step, and finally it seemed to violently burst out of my body uncontrollably, shattering the Xuanming Sky Armor and rushing straight into the sky.
Above the Xiantian? My cultivation level actually reached above the Xiantian level in an instant? The so-called Xuanming inheritance is this level of cultivation
As soon as I began to wonder, a picture of practicing martial arts appeared in my mind. It was the method of practicing the Xuanming Divine Art, and also the route of practicing the "Xuanming Armor".
The Xuanming Armor is exactly what I lack. Lu Xiaoying has a treasured armor to protect him, which can delay the punishment of heaven for a while and calculate more days, but I can only gamble my life and bet on when I will die in the punishment of heaven. Now, the Xuanming Armor can make up for this shortcoming.
But I couldn't muster the slightest bit of excitement. Long Zaixing's wild laughter before he left was still lingering in my mind.
When I climbed out of the sarcophagus, Long Zaixing's body had turned into powder, leaving only a piece of clothing covered with ice and snow.
Long Zaixing had actually died a long time ago. Only his body and soul remained in the secret burial. Now, his body has turned to dust and his soul has dispersed. (To be continued)