Deep within the ancient hall, Ye Fan stared in stunned disbelief at the terrifying figure clad in divine armor and holding a golden spear before him, his eyes filled with despair.
Further inside the hall, a majestic figure sat upright, wearing a golden crown and holy robes, holding a rust-stained long sword.
Though this figure had its eyes closed and not a trace of life emanated from it,
Its mere presence exuded immense pressure.
Clearly, this person was likely the master of these ruins.
And the golden-armored battle puppet before him was undoubtedly the guardian of his tomb.
Only now did Ye Fan understand why this hall felt so sinister and filled with deathly aura.
So, this was the final resting place of an ancient mighty expert.
The opportunity must lie on the great expert's corpse, and this battle puppet was probably the final trial.
Thinking this, brilliant spiritual light erupted from Ye Fan's body.
The aura of the Mid-Soul-Awakening Realm spread out, and the spiritual sword in his hand gleamed with terrifying sharpness.
Clang!
However, the battle puppet was an inanimate object, feeling no pain, and its strength seemed endless.
After a prolonged battle, Ye Fan gradually found himself at a disadvantage.
"Demonic Ape! Now!"
Ye Fan's anxious shout echoed through the hall.
The demonic ape Mi Yong's figure suddenly appeared beside Ye Fan. Demonic light surged on its palm as it struck a black spirit crystal above the battle puppet's head.
Crack!
With a shattering sound, the once terrifyingly powerful battle puppet suddenly froze.
But at that moment, a strange wave of energy spread out, instantly enveloping Ye Fan.
"Dammit! There's more?"
Ye Fan's mind trembled. Before he could react, the scene before him began to shift.
"An illusion?"
The hall suddenly filled with numerous ferocious demons with savage faces.
But Ye Fan remained utterly unmoved, simply sitting down cross-legged.
If it was an illusion, stabilizing his mind would render it all void.
As a Chosen One, Ye Fan's mental fortitude was naturally impeccable.
This trial posed no real threat to him.
Time passed slowly.
When Ye Fan opened his eyes again, a faint smile touched his lips.
Illusions only killed cannon fodder.
For a Chosen One, this was just a dungeon to gain experience and sever inner demons.
No, no—it was to forge a flawless Dao Heart!
However!!!
Just as Ye Fan rose, intending to approach the remains of the ruin's master,
He clearly saw, at the center of the hall, a familiar figure in black robes looking at him with a mocking smile.
"Ling Xiao!!!"
Ye Fan's face instantly contorted with rage.
But a moment later, a trace of mockery flashed in his eyes.
"Still an illusion? This method is quite sophisticated."
Ye Fan sneered, stepping toward "Ling Xiao."
"Though I'm not your match yet, once I obtain this ancient mighty expert's inheritance, a mere Soul Sea Realm cultivator like you will be nothing."
"Is that so?"
A smile curled on Ling Xiao's lips.
As expected.
This so-called ruin was just a level-up dungeon for the Chosen One.
Though the process seemed dangerous, ultimately, all the opportunities would fall right into his hands.
"Huh? You... you can speak?!"
Ye Fan was stunned.
The illusions he'd experienced earlier, though filled with terrifying monsters, were without exception manifestations of his inner demons.
They had no consciousness, no thought, not even expressions.
But this Ling Xiao before him clearly wore a look of ridicule.
"You... you're Ling Xiao?!!!"
Ye Fan felt all the hairs on his body stand on end.
How was this possible?
How did this bastard get here?!
"Young Master Ye, you've worked hard."
Ling Xiao grinned, turning to glance at the majestic figure sitting on the golden throne. His eyes immediately grew solemn.
Though the ruins were filled with terrifying demonic intent,
This ancient corpse emitted not a hint of demonic aura; instead, it faintly radiated a sacred presence.
Could the opportunity that had called him here lie with this corpse?
Meanwhile, Ye Fan's gaze swept around Ling Xiao, sensing no aura of a powerful expert.
"You came alone?"
That day, when the demonic ape attempted to assassinate Ling Xiao, it was thwarted by a mighty expert behind him.
Though Ye Fan didn't know how Ling Xiao had found these ruins, if...
he truly came alone, then these ruins would become his burial ground.
"Why else?"
Ling Xiao's lips curled with amusement.
How could he not know what Ye Fan was thinking?
"Heh heh heh, Ling Xiao, how did you find this place?"
Ye Fan's expression relaxed again, even carrying a hint of mockery in his eyes.
"Of course, I followed you, Young Master Ye. How should I thank you? How about... sending you to your death?"
Ling Xiao smiled, stepping up to the ancient corpse. A faint spiritual glow lit up around him.
An inheritance left by an ancient fallen expert wouldn't be easily obtained.
Moreover, these ruins were clearly prepared by Heavenly Daddy specifically for Ye Fan.
Forcibly seizing it would inevitably lead to complications.
"Send me to my death? Heh heh heh, Ling Xiao, I'm afraid you haven't witnessed my demonic servant's power yet."
Ye Fan sneered, waving his hand lightly. The demonic ape Mi Yong instantly appeared beside him.
"A mere Soul Sea Realm cultivator—my servant can obliterate you with a wave of his hand. Ling Xiao, blame your own greed for daring to covet my opportunity."
"Soul Sea? Obliterate with a wave of his hand? Young Master Ye, haven't you wondered how I followed you all the way here?"
Ling Xiao didn't even glance at Ye Fan, his gaze fixed on the ancient corpse.
But after looking for a long time, he still couldn't see anything special about the corpse. Did he still need the Chosen One to trigger the opportunity?
"You... what do you mean?"
"Bring him to me."
Ling Xiao spoke lightly. Before Ye Fan could react, a tremendous force gripped his neck, dragging him like a dead dog before Ling Xiao.
"Demonic Ape... you... you dare betray your master?!"
Ye Fan's eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at the demonic figure behind him. Just as he was about to activate the Eight Desolations Glazed Pagoda, Ling Xiao's calm voice came from ahead, "I guarantee you'll die before he does."
"You!!"
Ye Fan's face instantly turned pale, beads of cold sweat dripping from his forehead.
He never dreamed that Ling Xiao had taken control of the fierce demon within his pagoda.
How was this possible?
Even the terrifying power of the Eight Desolations Glazed Pagoda could only suppress it, not force its submission.
How did Ling Xiao manage it?!
Ding! The Chosen One's mind is severely damaged. Congratulations, Host, on plundering 300 Destiny Value and 3000 Providence Value.