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The black light brought with it a terrifying chill as it landed in front of the stone monument. This was an old man, and the wrinkles on his face were so obvious that they could squeeze a mosquito to death. His eyes stared at the stone monument, and his gaze grew increasingly deep. Around him, a terrifying aura surged like water.
"Inheritance Stone Tablet …" An extremely cold voice spread out, and a terrifying killing intent was like a tide. With a bang, the tyrannical power shattered everything within a radius of dozens of meters, but the Inheritance Stone Tablet stood still. "I'll wait for you here. No matter what inheritance you have, you have to spit it out. It belongs to my Black Water Sect."
Chen Zong made the right bet.
This was really the Inheritance Stone Tablet. In an instant, it was activated by spiritual sense and released its own power, sucking Chen Zong into it.
This was a gray and hazy chaotic space. There was no sky or earth. Chen Zong stood there alone.
Looking around, he could see nothing.
"Enter my Thousand Refinements Stone Tablet and pass on my Thousand Refinements Path …"
Suddenly, a grand and ancient voice resounded. It came from all directions and entered Chen Zong's ears, and it rumbled like the vast and mighty thunder of the heavens.
"Go through the Thousand Refinements Tribulation, life and death in a single thought!"
When the last word fell, Chen Zong suddenly felt his heart palpitate. He might die here. If he died, he would never be able to come back to life. It would be a true death.
What kind of inheritance would cause death?
Searching through his memories, Chen Zong couldn't find any similar records.
It was simply too terrifying.
It was too risky to enter here without even knowing what kind of inheritance it was.
What if the inheritance was terrible?
Or even if it was good, it wasn't suitable for him?
Wouldn't it be a wasted risk?
When one's cultivation reached Chen Zong's level, many thoughts would appear at the same time and flash past in an instant.
After that, all of his distracting thoughts were severed by a single slash of the sword.
No matter how much he thought, he had already entered. There was no point in worrying and regretting. Since that was the case, he would accept it, pass it, survive, and get the inheritance.
His conviction was incomparably firm. Nothing could shake it.
"Fated one, I don't know who you are, but I can feel your incomparable determination. Are you ready?"
"I'm ready," Chen Zong said softly. He didn't know if the other party could hear him, but he still answered anyway.
As soon as Chen Zong's answer fell, the greyness around them seemed to have been blown away by a strong wind and quickly dissipated. Immediately, a flash of brilliance, like the divine dawn of the beginning of the world, flashed across Chen Zong's eyes, and a beautiful scene appeared before his eyes.
It was a ten-meter-tall waterfall that was surging with an astonishing amount of water. It was as if ten thousand horses were galloping, and its momentum was vast and mighty.
"There are ten stages of the Thousand Refinements, and one stage is the Hundred Refinements. This is the first stage, the first refinement." The ancient voice sounded in Chen Zong's ears, as if it had traveled through time and space. "Step into the waterfall and bear it with your body."
"The first level of the First Refining …" Chen Zong's eyes flashed with a trace of shrewdness. He took a step forward and appeared under the ten-meter-tall waterfall.
Chen Zong's expression suddenly changed. He felt that the moment his body entered the waterfall, for some reason, his powerful spiritual sense and spiritual power were all silent. He couldn't move at all. The only thing he could move was his physical strength.
Boom, boom, boom, a huge amount of water carried a terrible impact. It fiercely hit Chen Zong from top to bottom. However, this impact, which was enough to defeat or even kill ordinary warriors on the spot, had no effect on Chen Zong at all.
Not to mention Chen Zong, ordinary warriors in the Real Martial Arts Realm could easily resist it.
Chen Zong quickly thought about it while bearing the impact of the ten-meter-tall waterfall.
His spiritual sense and spiritual power were imprisoned, and he couldn't resist it. Only his physical strength could be used. Then, this inheritance was more likely to be about Body Refining.
For a moment, Chen Zong's heart was filled with an amazing desire to fight.
"Come on, Thousand Refining Tenth Level."
After ten breaths, the waterfall suddenly stopped. Chen Zong sensed it. He looked up and saw that the waterfall seemed to be expanding and stretching.
Ten meters!
Twenty meters!
The 20-meter-tall waterfall made the water flow more powerful. Chen Zong could clearly feel that the impact he had to bear was much stronger.
The height of the waterfall doubled from ten to twenty meters, but the impact increased more than that.
However, this impact was still nothing to Chen Zong. It was almost like scratching an itch.
Thirty meters!
When the waterfall rose to thirty meters, the impact of the water flow was even more amazing and powerful.
Forty meters!
Fifty meters!
Sixty meters!
The waterfall was expanding and stretching again and again. As it got higher and higher, the water flow became more and more powerful.
Soon, the waterfall became a hundred meters high.
The First Refining Tenth Level!
The impact of the 100-meter-tall waterfall was very powerful, but it was still not enough for Chen Zong. Any warrior in the Real Martial Arts Realm who had some achievements in Body Refining could resist it. [Love ↑ Go △ Xiao ↑ Say △ w
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One hundred and ten meters!
One hundred and twenty meters!
One hundred and thirty meters!
Every ten breaths, the waterfall would expand, which meant that the trial would enter the next stage and the difficulty would continue to increase.
Two hundred meters!
Three hundred meters!
When it reached three hundred meters, Chen Zong began to feel a trace of pressure.
This kind of power was enough to blast a Pseudo Transcendent Realm cultivator into pieces.
However, Chen Zong had not only achieved Body Refining, he had also broken through to the Transcendent Realm. His body had also undergone a metamorphosis. Although there was no change or growth in his absolute strength, his essence had changed. It was a kind of life form upgrade.
Therefore, Chen Zong could withstand it. He only felt a trace of pressure.
Four hundred meters!
That trace of pressure was magnified, but Chen Zong could still withstand it.
Five hundred meters!
Six hundred meters!
With the increase in pressure, Chen Zong's face gradually became serious.
Seven hundred meters!
This kind of pressure made Chen Zong feel like he was about to collapse. His whole body gradually trembled.
It was certain that this kind of impact was enough to defeat an ordinary First Layer Mortal Realm cultivator.
Chen Zong was in the Fourth Layer Mortal Realm, so he could still withstand it. However, according to the trial's progress, he was only at the seventieth stage of the First Layer. There were still thirty more stages to go.
Could he withstand it?
Chen Zong did not know, but he could only continue.
From the beginning, there was no turning back. No, from the moment he stepped into this Inheritance Stone Tablet, there was no turning back.
There was no turning back, so he had to fight his way out.
Withstand it!
He had to withstand it!
Eight hundred meters waterfall!
The terrifying force impacted his body. Chen Zong felt like his body was about to collapse. His muscles trembled and his bones shook, as if they were about to break.
Withstand it!
He had to withstand it!
Nine hundred meters!
The pressure increased by an unknown amount. Chen Zong spat out a mouthful of blood. His face was pale, but his eyes were firm.
He had already reached the ninetieth stage. Just a little more and he would be able to pass the First Layer. No matter what, he had to withstand it.
He had to withstand it.
Nine hundred and ten meters!
Chen Zong spat out another mouthful of blood. His face was even paler.
Nine hundred and twenty meters!
Chen Zong spat out another mouthful of blood. His face was even paler.
Nine hundred and fifty meters!
Chen Zong spat out two mouthfuls of blood. His body was shaking slightly.
Nine hundred and eighty meters!
Chen Zong spat out three mouthfuls of blood. His body was shaking, and he was on the verge of collapsing. He felt excruciating pain all over his body. It was as if every part of his body was being torn apart. He was only holding on with his tenacious will.
Nine hundred and ninety meters!
This was the ninety-ninth stage of the First Layer. Chen Zong's consciousness began to blur.
His internal organs were bleeding profusely. He was in imminent danger.
One thousand meters!
The hundredth stage of the First Layer, the last stage, and also the most powerful stage.
Boom!
He could not hear anything, see anything, or feel anything. It was as if everything had disappeared. He felt as if his body had been shattered.
Only a wisp of inextinguishable spiritual light remained, stubbornly resisting.
Ten breaths, but it felt as long as a thousand years.
However, Chen Zong withstood it. He finally withstood it.
When the ten breaths were over, Chen Zong left the waterfall and was sent to the shore by a gentle force.
He looked very miserable. His entire body seemed to have been crushed. However, a force descended and covered Chen Zong's entire body. Immediately, he recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In just ten breaths, Chen Zong had recovered to his original state. Only the robe on his body had become tattered.
He had awakened!
Chen Zong realized that he was completely unharmed.
"No, not only is it undamaged, my physique …" With a slight movement, Chen Zong felt as if a shockingly powerful force was being nurtured within his body. This was a tyrannical force that he had never felt before.
He checked again and realized that there was more gold in the Pure Yang Qi and blood in his body.
Originally, when his cultivation had reached the Early Stage of the Fourth Level of the Mortal Realm, the gold in his Pure Yang Qi and blood took up about forty percent. But now, it had become forty-five percent.
An increase of five percent did not seem like much. However, Chen Zong knew how difficult it was.
With his current cultivation speed, it would take a long time to reach the Early Stage of the Fifth Level of the Mortal Realm from the Early Stage of the Fourth Level of the Mortal Realm.
"Great!" Chen Zong's face lit up with joy.
Although he did not know what the final Inheritance would be like, it was not bad that his Pure Yang Qi and blood were able to transform. He wondered what it would be like when his Pure Yang Qi and blood turned gold.
With his strength fully recovered, Chen Zong quickly stood up. The scene in front of him changed again.
There was a sea of flames. The flames were endless, forming a sea of fire.
The sea of fire was raging, as if it was going to burn everything to ashes. It was terrifying.
Standing in front of the sea of fire, Chen Zong could clearly feel the heat.
"Begin the second stage of the Thousand Refinements."
As the ancient voice rang in his ears, Chen Zong took a step forward and stepped into the sea of fire. Once he entered the sea of fire, his body was engulfed in flames and burned crazily.
However, this kind of temperature was nothing to Chen Zong. Chen Zong could completely withstand it. However, Chen Zong did not dare to do so. According to the rules of the first stage of the Thousand Refinements, there would definitely be changes in the sea of fire. The difficulty of the trial would continuously increase. He had withstood the first stage of the Thousand Refinements, but could he withstand this stage of the Thousand Refinements?
Chen Zong did not know. He could only try his best to pass this stage of the Thousand Refinements.
There were a total of ten stages of the Thousand Refinements Trial.
Only after passing all ten stages of the Thousand Refinements Trial would one receive the Inheritance of the Thousand Refinements Trial.
Dispelling all distracting thoughts, Chen Zong focused all of his spirit and willpower to withstand the rising temperature of the sea of fire. As the temperature increased, Chen Zong felt as if he was being roasted.
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