In the sky, he actually vaguely saw some flashing figures.
There were also nine figures, standing in nine directions of the altar, suppressing the last step respectively. Their faces could not be seen clearly, nor could they be distinguished as male or female. They were so blurry that they were almost non-existent. But the moment Feng Qingyang looked over, he clearly saw the brilliance coming from each other.
Obviously, the other party was also observing the people below!
"The inheritance of the Taoist ancestor, returning to one, begins!" The weathered and ancient figure did not contain any emotion. After he spoke, the sound echoed in the void and lingered for a long time. The moment he finished speaking, eighty-one halos of light rushed straight towards the people below, and then quickly sank into their bodies, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
Before everyone could react, Feng Qingyang stood there, his heart was shaken. After taking a deep breath, he began to walk towards the door beside him. Almost at the moment he stepped in, he instantly discovered that the divine law that had been imprisoned was not suppressed again, but was completely released, returning to the late stage of the extinction realm, that is, the late stage of the god, and was extremely powerful.
Almost immediately after that vicissitudes of life voice appeared, everyone here became excited. Looking at the door that was so close, everyone's heart was shaken, and they could no longer control the excitement on their bodies. They were all excited.
Feng Qingyang was the first to walk over. He activated all his magic power and suddenly locked onto the bright light that had flown over earlier. It was a halo like chaos and looked very blurry, but in fact it was extremely powerful. One could vaguely feel the breath of life brewing in it, but it was still dormant and had not yet fully revealed.
He dispelled the doubts in his heart and took a step forward. Almost at the moment he stepped through the gate, the phantom above him suddenly opened his eyes, and then flew down the stairs at a speed so fast that it was almost lightning fast and reached this place in an instant.
Everyone was caught off guard. The Shinto geniuses who came after Feng Qingyang entered cried out in surprise when the shadow came flying over. Because at the moment when the shadow came rushing over, there was suddenly a light of blood flowing, and the blood light contained a horrible roar. Countless finger-sized blood-colored threads flew around in the void, and surrounded everyone at a weird speed. All the Shinto geniuses who stepped into the gate were hit one after another.
Screams were heard but disappeared in an instant, as if what appeared before were all illusions. Their minds were shaken. The blood-colored thread that had just appeared and landed on their bodies made them feel helpless and even dead. With lingering fear, they checked their bodies and found that they were intact. Only then did they breathe a sigh of relief and secretly say that it was a close call.
Only Feng Qingyang's eyes kept flickering. The flashing blood-colored thread had indeed entered their bodies, even his body, but the strange thing was that after entering, they actually directly merged into the previous ray of light that seemed to give birth to life. But at the moment of fusion, they took away one ten-thousandth of their own lifespan and essence.
This bit of energy was so subtle that no one noticed it after a brief shock. Only Feng Qingyang, who was as sensitive as a silk thread, felt it slightly. If he hadn't been careful in the first place, even he wouldn't have noticed it.
The inheritance of Daozu itself is a kind of inheritance that no one knows about. No one knows how to carry it out and what it takes to be successful.
Of the Shinto geniuses who entered that year, nine out of ten all died here. Even those who left achieved the supreme power of the pinnacle of gods. This also made it impossible for the secrets here to spread, making it almost a top-secret place.
When they come in, they can only move forward blindly step by step, rushing around here following a little hint and their own powerful cultivation. Casualties are inevitable, but it also contains countless opportunities.
It doesn't mean that only those who have obtained the inheritance of Taoism can be considered successful, but the moment you step onto this staircase, everyone's opportunities begin to become equal. No matter how many steps you take forward, you are eligible to give up. If you don't die and still gain some insights from it, then after you go out, you will inevitably undergo earth-shaking changes and become a first-class peerless power.
Feng Qingyang's mind was in turmoil. The first step was three meters high. He took a step forward and felt a cold breeze blowing on his face. This was the breath of the formation. Within the seemingly peaceful formation, there was a fatal crisis hidden. Just as the vicissitudes of life voice had said before, if he wanted to succeed, he could only take it step by step.
There is only inheritance but no rules here. There is only the power of rules of one's own cultivation. No matter what means or methods are used, as long as one can go up and gain some insights, or really reach the top and obtain the inheritance of Taoism, then he is the one who inherits Taoism!
"Is this the rule here?" Feng Qingyang's eyes flashed. As he stepped onto the first step, his eyes flickered and he felt something was different. He looked beside him and saw that there were still people following him. However, the difference was that some of them were pale, while others were flushed, as if they had encountered different crises in the same space.
Just as he was wondering, suddenly, a powerful divine power swept over, as thin as a hair, condensing into a very thin silk thread, which pierced through the void. When it appeared in the next breath, it was already close to Feng Qingyang's face.
"A trifle!"
Feng Qingyang did not retreat but advanced, leaning forward, while raising his hand and flipping the hand seal. At the moment when the pressure came, he raised his hand and pressed down, and with a bang, a roar came from his ears.
Thump thump thump!
Under this pressure, he was strangely shaken back and returned directly to the ground below, falling from the stairs. Feng Qingyang suddenly thought for a moment, then looked at the stairs in shock, looking at the nine figures above. From their flashing eyes, he clearly saw a hint of mockery.
“Is this a test for them?”
Feng Qingyang muttered to himself, but this time he did not go up. Instead, he stood quietly where he was, looking at the countless Shinto geniuses on the steps. He was the only one who stayed where he was and did not move forward.
He was not nervous at all. He did not believe that anyone would really go up and obtain the Shinto inheritance, because he had a feeling that this inheritance seemed to be his. Although the immortal power in his body was rejecting it, he clearly felt a strong sense of calling from the blood of the Corpse King.