LThe moment a smile crossed his face, that ancient, solemn voice finally spoke.
"Frost Mirror… it is a remnant of my memory, containing all recollections from my time as a Fighter to my level as a Dou Zun. This mirror is divided into five layers.
Conquer the first, and you shall claim one treasure I have kept.
Conquer two layers, and you will gain two treasures.
Conquer three, and you will acquire four treasures, along with a chance to inherit my legacy.
And if you can overcome all five layers, then everything within my tomb....the treasures and the full inheritance.....will be yours."
Hearing the old voice, Xiao Yan's lips curved in a calm smile.
His gaze fell upon the clusters of light floating above the azure stone statue. Quietly, he murmured, "Then I shall take every treasure this tomb holds."
With those words, he slightly bowed toward the icy statue, whispering, "I await your guidance."
The ice statue seemed to understand his intentions.
Without another word, its palm flipped, frost condensing instantly to form a long spear of chilling ice.
Terrifying frost energy surged, approaching the level of a Dou Zong in an instant.
Xiao Yan's eyes flickered. At once, he withdrew Yao Lao's vast spiritual power.
With the spiritual energy gone, only the aura of a nine-star Dou Zhe remained.
.The stark contrast caused the icy statue to hesitate, seemingly frozen in place for a moment.
After a brief pause, the ice statue's aura fell to match Xiao Yan's.....settling at the level of a nine-star Dou Shi.
A faint smile tugged at Xiao Yan's lips.
The White Tiger Dou Zun had been an extraordinarily fortunate Half-Saint.
During the era of the Xiao clan, he had already been a Dou Zong, living nearly a thousand years beyond reaching Dou Zun....passing away peacefully in his sleep.
But such peace came with a downside: his soul had naturally reached the limits of heaven and earth.
Unlike Yao Lao, whose body perished prematurely, the White Tiger's soul had exhausted itself along with his body.
Without a soul, the body was useless. He was truly gone, with no hope of revival.
Thus, the Frost Mirror was merely a combat remnant crafted from his memories.
Though it could wield much of his former power, it lacked the cunning and adaptability of a living Dou Zun.
It moved mechanically, a product of memory rather than soul.
The moment Xiao Yan withdrew spiritual energy, the icy mirage hesitated, taking a moment to react.
By the time it realized what was happening, Xiao Yan had already stepped forward.
With a forceful stomp, he drove his fist into the statue's chest.
The fist struck with the strength to challenge a Dou Shi, and the statue, built of ice, shattered into countless fragments with a low, resounding boom.
"First layer cleared. One treasure acquired. Advance twenty zhang!"
The ancient voice echoed. The shattered ice beneath Xiao Yan's feet quickly dispersed, reforming twenty zhang ahead.
Xiao Yan's expression remained unchanged as he stepped forward
When he was a mere zhang away, the icy figure struck first. Its spear lunged with terrifying force toward Xiao Yan's chest.
Though still only at the level of a nine-star Dou Zhe, it moved with an agility and decisiveness previously absent, every strike sharp with killing intent.
"So the first layer… it was like a puppet with no real combat experience.
Any seasoned fighter could have passed it easily," Xiao Yan thought.
The White Tiger Dou Zun had been a temperate, even-minded Dou Zun.
Any young person entering this tomb could expect at least one chance at fortune.
The second layer's ice warrior, though equally a nine-star Dou Zhe, was more agile and capable of using combat techniques.
Ordinary fighters lacking battlefield experience would struggle...
But his opponent was Xiao Yan.
He stepped back, blocking the spear with one hand while striking with a fist charged with incredible force.
Yet, the expected shattering didn't occur. Cracks appeared across the ice, but sparkling frost energy surged, rapidly mending the fractures.
Even its defense has improved." Xiao Yan narrowed his eyes, pivoting his ankle. A surge of power exploded from him.
"Eight Extremes Smash
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