Time passed, and just like that, a month had passed. Zhang Ergou's plan to change things was progressing smoothly. Nameless Peak was doing fine, and nothing major had happened.
Right now, the strongest person on Nameless Peak was Mie Qiongqi. As the Grand Master of Nameless Peak's Saint Devil Sect, Lin Fan was starting to get anxious. Right now, his cultivation base was only at postcelestial full cultivation. Even though he had someone stronger than him to help him out in times of trouble, he had never forgotten about the blood feud he had with Cangling Continent.
"Master, I can make Whitey listen to me now!" Just then, Cai Zhiqiao ran over happily from afar. Following behind her was a snow white Snow Lion cub that looked like a puppy.
This Snow Lion cub gave him a weird feeling. What kind of beast did the adult Snow Lion he had killed have sex with? This cub gave off a weird vibe. From its appearance, it didn't look like a Snow Lion at all. Lin Fan could tell that this cub didn't look like one at all.
Lin Fan did not pay much attention to it at first. But one day, he realized that there was a pair of white wings on the cub's back. This was something that the Snow Lion had never had before.
"Not bad." Lin Fan fondled Cai Zhiqiao's head. Even though her potential was a little weak, it did not matter. He would help Cai Zhiqiao raise her potential every two to three days. Even though this skill was strong, raising one's potential was akin to changing one's fate. The higher one's potential was, the smaller the effect. But Lin Fan was not in a hurry. As long as he persevered, he believed that in a few years, he would definitely be able to produce a godly talent.
Cai Zhiqiao then instructed Whitey to make all sorts of poses in front of Lin Fan.
The Snow Lion cub looked at Lin Fan with its big, watery eyes. It stood up, stood upside down, and rolled around on the ground.
Lin Fan could not help but chuckle. When this little thing grew up, he wondered what it would think of it when it was young.
Glory Sect's tenth peak …
"Grand Master, I'd like to head out for some training." Lin Fan thought for a long time. If he wanted to become stronger, then the only way was to plunge into this vast world.
Grand Master Yan looked at Lin Fan. To be honest, he did not want Lin Fan to head out. Even though it was a little selfish of him, Pills Through Thought was extremely important to a sect. However, he knew that Lin Fan's request to head out was out of respect for him. From the moment he gave Lin Fan the Nameless Peak, he was a free man. He could head out without anyone's permission.
"Follow me." Without further ado, Grandmaster Yan headed deeper into the Main Hall.
Lin Fan did not know where Grand Master Yan was bringing him to. Furthermore, disciples were not usually allowed to enter the tenth peak. Usually, the Grand Master would be the only one in the hall.
Following behind Grand Master Yan, Lin Fan checked out his surroundings. After passing through the Main Hall, what appeared before Lin Fan was a huge stone door.
This door was ancient, solemn, and had a chilling aura to it. The door was made of an unknown material, and there was a human figure carved on it.
This human figure stood naked, with an indomitable spirit. Holding a gigantic axe in his hands, they looked at each other. Yet, Lin Fan's heart skipped a beat. It was as though there was a strong will rushing into his heart, forcing him to retreat.
Grand Master Yan walked up and placed his hand on the door. That huge stone door vibrated gently like water ripples, revealing a hole about the height of a human.
"Follow me in." Grand Master Yan's figure disappeared into the hole. Without hesitation, Lin Fan followed behind him.
Even now, Lin Fan did not know what this was. But the moment he saw it, he knew that it was something extraordinary.
Usually, Grand Master would not leave the tenth peak. Could it be that he had been staying here all along to guard this place?
And by the looks of it, was Grand Master going to give him something good?
The moment he walked into the dark hole, Lin Fan's vision turned black, as though he had fallen into an endless darkness. But this feeling disappeared almost instantly.
When Lin Fan opened his eyes and looked up, he realized that Grand Master Yan was kneeling in front of a statue, mumbling something.
The statue looked exactly the same as the one on the stone door. But what made Lin Fan even more shocked was that the eyes of the statue looked real, shining with a godly light.
Because of what happened earlier, Lin Fan did not dare to look at the statue directly. Lowering his head, he walked slowly to the back of Grand Master Yan.
"Grand Master, what is this?" Lin Fan asked softly.
After mumbling for a while, Grand Master Yan stood up, "This is the Founder Ancestor of Glory Sect. Come before the Founder Ancestor and comprehend with your heart."
"Oh …" Lin Fan did not know what Grand Master Yan meant by this, but he did not say anything. Just like Grand Master Yan, he knelt down in front of the statue.
After kneeling down, Lin Fan did not feel anything different. If there was anything different, it would be that the statue was way too huge, giving off an oppressive feeling. What would he do if the statue were to topple over?
"Grand Master, I don't feel anything." Lin Fan tilted his head and asked.
"Don't speak. Feel the statue with your heart. The Founder Ancestor will guide you." Grand Master Yan said solemnly.
Lin Fan listened to Grand Master Yan's words and tried his best to feel the statue. But to his discomfort, Lin Fan sat down cross-legged and placed his hand on the statue, closing his eyes to feel it.
Looking at this, Grand Master Yan wanted to say something, but he held it in.
The legacy of Glory Sect had been passed down for 10,000 years. This was also when the Xuanhuang World was split into two by the mysterious Supreme Being. Back then, the Founder Ancestor of Glory Sect opened the mountain gates to accept disciples. Every generation of Glory Sect's Grand Master had to come before this statue to comprehend and pass down the legacy.
Every single generation of Grand Master had a different legacy. But most of them were skills.
The reason why he brought Lin Fan here was so that Lin Fan could pass down the legacy of Glory Sect. Even though the next Grand Master might not be Lin Fan, he had been observing Lin Fan from the shadows.
"What the hell is this? Why can't I feel anything after touching it for so long?" Lin Fan, who had his eyes closed, was complaining in his heart. Was this Grand Master retarded? God knew how long this Founder Ancestor had been dead for, and this was just a statue. What could he possibly comprehend?
Just then, Grand Master Yan, who had been staring at the statue all this while, felt his face change.
The void around the statue vibrated slightly. This was something that Grand Master Yan had never seen before. In fact, even in the sect's records, this had never happened before.
"This …!" Grand Master Yan's face changed. But even though he did not know what was going on, he did not dare to move recklessly. All he could do was watch.
Lin Fan was grumbling in his heart the entire time. But all of a sudden, Lin Fan realized that he could not move his body at all. In fact, there was an irresistible suction force that seemed as though it was trying to suck his consciousness in.
F * ck … this is bad!
Lin Fan panicked. This consciousness was like his soul. If he were to lose it, wouldn't he be no different from a walking corpse?
Lin Fan wanted to scream for help, but he could not utter a single word.
Seemed like he could only save himself.
Lin Fan gave it his all and tried to rope him in.
But the suction force was getting stronger and stronger. Before long, Lin Fan lost consciousness.
It's over …
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