Chapter 310 - 307: Development and Upgrading of Legacies

Chapter 310: Chapter 307: Development and Upgrading of Legacies

With the barrage of slashes over, the youth stood once again in the space.

His name was Ye Hao, and his Fourth Turn inheritance was Material Solidification, a time-based ability.

He could transform objects of up to around 30 kilograms into absolutely rigid bodies, yet they could still be moved by force and would retain their original color.

Within a solidified object, the motion of every particle, down to the subatomic level, would cease completely, preventing it from reacting or interacting with any other matter.

After gaining this ability, he spent ten years exhaustively studying tens of thousands of human bodies.

After systematically understanding the body’s various components, he began to apply his Material Solidification ability to himself.

In simple terms, he treated every part of his body as a mechanical component, solidifying its various parts with microscopic, nano-level precision.

After years of painstaking modification, he successfully turned his epidermal cells into an absolutely rigid material that could not be damaged by physical attacks, all without impeding his movement.

No attack could leave so much as a scratch on his skin, and it also permanently preserved his youthful appearance.

Without needing to wait the full hundred breaths, a portal re-formed on one of the six white jade walls.

After casually taking another white robe from his spatial ring and wrapping it around himself, Ye Hao returned to the previous room and said, "Problem solved."

Surprised to see the youth in a fresh set of robes, Fang Can hadn’t expected him to clear the trial so quickly.

As he stepped into the space on the level below, Fang Can noticed shredded brocade in the distance.

Just as he began to ponder this, a faint, strange voice suddenly echoed in his mind.

’Want... *crackle*... to be strong... *crackle*... come...’

Hearing the staticky voice in his mind, Fang Can subconsciously glanced around, but no one else seemed to have noticed anything amiss.

"Elder Liu, did you hear anything?" Fang Can asked via his Heart Image.

Liu Qingmeng replied, "No. What did you discover?"

"I’m not sure. It might be a residual Heart Image," Fang Can said hesitantly. "But we should still be careful."

"Hey, Kid Fang, which floor are we going to next?" the black-robed elder to the side asked bluntly.

"This way. It leads to the room on the left," Fang Can said, pointing to the right.

"Aren’t we supposed to be heading down? Why the detour?" Ye Hao asked.

"I sense that going straight down from this room risks instant death."

Fang Can explained, "It’s safer to take a different path down. Of course, if you don’t agree, it’s all the same to me. It’s not like I’m the one scouting ahead."

Since Fang Can had put it that way, the other Martial Artists couldn’t object. One by one, they followed his lead to the next level down.

As they continued their descent, the group found that the trial in each room was completely different.

For instance, there was a room where time accelerated by a factor of ten thousand, another where only an odd number of people could survive, and yet another where they had to face the coordinated attack of five Fourth Turn Martial Artists.

A Sixth Turn expert lived for ten thousand years, and this one hailed from the Ancient Era, a time when countless Fourth and Fifth Turn masters vied for supremacy. There was no telling how many strange and powerful Fourth and Fifth Turn Sacrificial Artifacts they had possessed. Almost every room presented a monumental test of life and death.

After descending just five or six floors, two Fourth Turn Martial Artists had already died, and more than a dozen at the Third Turn had perished as well.

After clearing another five floors in a row, the strange voice echoed in Fang Can’s mind again, a little clearer this time.

’Want... *crackle*... strong... *crackle*... ? Want to truly... ?’

’Looks like it really is targeting me.’

Fang Can glanced at the others, who appeared completely unfazed, and continued to lead the way down without a change in his expression.

After they cleared another three levels in succession, the black-robed elder, looking disheveled, asked, "Which door do we take next?"

"This one."

Fang Can pointed to the portal below. "It seems we’ve reached the bottom."

"We’re finally at the bottom."

Everyone looked utterly spent, desperate to escape this place. The trials in each room had been far too unpredictable.

If they had to go through even a few more rooms, they had no confidence they would make it out alive.

The group eagerly leaped into the passage below.

At that moment, Fang Can finally heard the voice with perfect clarity.

’Do you want to become strong? Do you want to truly live?’

WHOOSH—

By the time everyone came to their senses, they found themselves in a dark, enclosed chamber.

Here, an inverted dome of flawless Spiritual Jade was intricately carved with patterns resembling star trails. Light flowed through the veins in the jade, winding and twisting as if alive.

Countless black iron chains descended from the void, each suspending a jade casket of a different shape and size.

A tag hung from each jade casket, describing the item stored inside.

At the same time, a voice surfaced in their minds, informing them that they had failed the trial. As a result, each person could choose one item from a casket before departing.

The same thought—’A trial?’—rose in everyone’s mind. A moment later, a surprised voice cut through the silence. Purple Robe asked in confusion,

"Where did Fang Can and Lord Liu go?"

At these words, a chill went down everyone’s spine. They glanced around and, sure enough, saw no trace of the pair.

’Could they have passed the Sixth Turn’s trial?’ The question surfaced in everyone’s mind, but it was immediately followed by a gasp from the side. "It’s the lost inheritance of the Great Zhou’s Taiyi Sect—the Dugu Nine Swords!"

Following the sound of the voice, the Martial Artists spotted the tag hanging from a jade casket.

Another Martial Artist, realizing what this meant, said with eyes gleaming, "The Dugu Nine Swords, created by the sect master of the Taiyi Sect thousands of years ago! It is a sword of pure will, the master key to all martial arts, capable of shattering every weapon in existence!"

"It’s said that in the dead of night, its creator treated the eyes of his Fourth Turn opponents as hidden weapons. Using the Arrow-Breaking Stance—a single form capable of countering all hidden weapons—he instantly blinded three Fourth Turn masters."

"Over here is an inheritance for the Causal Flying Dagger! Once thrown, it disregards the entire process and is guaranteed to hit its mark." ℯℯ𝘭.

As their gazes swept across the jade caskets, they discovered more and more Martial Dao inheritances, Sacrificial Artifacts, and Cultivation Techniques.

Moreover, each of these inheritances was the culmination of the experiences of countless predecessors, containing a detailed path of advancement from the First all the way to the Fourth Turn.

Compared to fumbling through one’s own research and development, cultivating by standing on the shoulders of giants and skipping the trial-and-error phase would more than double one’s cultivation efficiency.

For example, Ye Hao’s Material Solidification inheritance, as well as Chi Xiao’s Pristine Sacred Body, were both the result of extensive self-research and modification.

Every step forward required an astronomical amount of research and development, built upon the accumulated knowledge of several generations.

But if his descendants reached the Fourth Turn and focused the development of their Light of the Heart toward Material Solidification,

they could save decades of R&D, developing new applications by standing on the shoulders of their forebears.

After several generations of diligent effort, the flaws in the inheritance would become fewer and fewer.

As each person selected their desired jade casket, their forms were teleported out of the secret realm one by one.

Meanwhile, Fang Can, who had been separated from the group, appeared in the deepest part of the main hall.