Genius for one second? Live? Little Yu??? Champagne? Mound? City f * * * Chapter 323: Inheritance
Tools Method Hall, in another isolated small space. Little Rain?
"I never thought that His Sacred Emperor Majesty's inheritance would actually be given to this little fellow in the end." Shen Guan could not help but laugh out loud, a hint of unconcealable joy could be seen between his brows, "It has been here for almost eighty years, and finally someone can open it."
"This kid's luck is too good."
The green-clothed old man at the side could not help but laugh, "I'm afraid Yi Xian even has the heart to cry now. If not for someone suddenly entering the inner sanctum of the Sacred Hall, he might have already chosen His Sacred Emperor Majesty's inheritance." Towards this result, the green-clothed old man did not know whether to laugh or cry.
"It is indeed a pity that Yi Xian chose that inheritance, but I'm afraid that it was not luck that Tang Huan chose that inheritance." Shen Guan said with a smile, "If I'm not wrong, Tang Huan probably already determined that the box contained His Sacred Emperor Majesty's handwritten letter a long time ago."
"Oh? I don't believe it. "
The green-clothed old man shook his head and laughed, "Inside the letter, that 'Psychic Jade Page' records the process of the Weapon Refining Grand Master forging his best weapon. Although there is a weapon intent that comes out of the box, the aura is too weak, and even we would find it difficult to detect. Tang Huan has just been promoted to Stage Seven Martial Master, how could he possibly discover it?"
"Furthermore, even if he sensed the intent of that longbow, it would be impossible for him to know that it was the last Divine Armament forged by His Sacred Emperor Majesty, the 'Peacock Plume'. Little Rain? "
"Now that you put it that way, it does make sense."
Shen Guan laughed, "However, he has already judged it, whether it's good or bad, for him to be able to obtain the inheritance of the His Sacred Emperor Majesty, our Divine Weapon Pavilion can be considered to have an explanation for the His Sacred Emperor Majesty. In the past few decades, there have been many people who have coincidentally chosen it, but no one has been able to successfully open the jade box that was personally sealed by the His Sacred Emperor Majesty. This time, if the one who obtained the box was Yi Xian, I'm afraid it would be difficult for him to succeed. That girl can do it, but unfortunately, when she entered the inner sanctum of the Sacred Hall a few years ago, she did not choose it."
"In this aspect, Tang Huan, who has fused with the Spiritual Fire, has too much of an advantage." When the green-clothed old man heard this, he also sighed with emotion.
"…"
In the inner sanctum, Wu Yi Xian, who had been smiling bitterly for a long time, could only helplessly accept this incomparably regretful reality. After a long while, he sat down cross-legged in front of a jade table on the right side of the palace, but just like Tang Huan, he quickly became drenched in sweat.
Enduring the pain, he opened the lid of the box and took out the Artifact Forging Manual. After opening it, a ball of red light entered the center of his eyebrows. Wu Yixian also seemed to have been hit by a Body Freezing Spell, and his body remained motionless.
After the black-clothed middle-aged man, the number of newly advanced Weapon Refiners who entered the inner sanctum of the Sacred Hall continued to increase.
However, when the number of people inside reached six, no one was able to pass through the arched door. As time passed, one figure after another sat cross-legged in front of the jade table, and then disappeared from the jade table one by one. After an unknown number of days, when a crisp "pa" sound rang out, Wu Yixian was also wrapped up by a ball of white light, and then disappeared without a trace, as if he was teleported out by a force.
For a time, Tang Huan was the only one left in the inner sanctum.
In this quiet and silent space, Tang Huan remained motionless like a statue. However, every once in a while, he would mechanically take out the jade bottle from his bosom, pour out a "Circular Fusion Pill" and swallow it. Then, he would once again regain his calm.
More than ten days passed by in a flash.
"Pah!"
Suddenly, a crisp explosion broke the silence of this space.
It was the pass medallion in Tang Huan's bosom that suddenly exploded, and a ball of white light instantly whizzed out, enveloping Tang Huan's body within. In the next moment, Tang Huan's figure disappeared into thin air, and the Artifact Forging Manual fell to the ground, the luster of the paper inside had already dimmed.
"Hu!"
In the blink of an eye, a dazzling white light suddenly appeared at the entrance of the Tools Method Hall.
In the blink of an eye, the white light was like ice and snow under the scorching sun, disappearing without a trace. Tang Huan's figure immediately appeared, although he was still sitting cross-legged, his eyes had already slowly opened, and the slightly dark night entered his eyes. It was obvious that it was already evening.
"He's out?"
Tang Huan looked around in a daze, only then did he realize that he was already outside of the Tools Method Hall, and couldn't help but be shocked, "It's been thirty-six days already?"
Then, as if he had thought of something, he subconsciously reached into his bosom and took out the jade bottle. He pulled out the stopper and took a look. As expected, it was empty, and not a single "round fusion pill" was left.
During this period of time, his soul and body seemed to have been separated. His body sat quietly within the Sacred Hall, but his soul seemed to have passed through nearly a hundred years of time and returned to the Forging God Cave. He had personally witnessed the entire process of the Sacred Emperor forging the Divine Armament's "Peacock Plume". Only when he felt hungry would a portion of his consciousness return, and then, he would control his limbs and consume a pill.
Tang Huan knew that what he was seeing was an illusion condensed from the Artifact Forging Handwritten Letter.
The illusion lasted for exactly thirty-six days. Although Tang Huan did not know how the illusion had been preserved for such a long time, he was clear that such a scene must have happened in the Forging God Cave all those years ago. And the moment before he was teleported out, Tang Huan had even personally seen a line of words engraved on the jade tablet within the illusion. It was shockingly, "Glory calendar year 3799, forging the Divine Armament 'Peacock Plume', ranked seventh in the Divine Weapon Catalogue!" Then, he heavily engraved his own name on it.
These days, Tang Huan was immersed in it, but he didn't feel anything.
At this moment, when he woke up from the illusion and thought back to the scene at that time, an unconcealable shock immediately surfaced between Tang Huan's brows. In those dozens of days, the number of refining techniques that the Sacred Emperor Mountain River had revealed had actually exceeded a hundred, and the process of forging the Divine Armament was even more complicated to the extreme.
Compared to the process of the Divine Armament's "Peacock Plume", the forging of Tang Huan's "Dragon and Phoenix Spear" was simply insignificant. The Sacred Emperor Mountain River seemed to have realized that this was the last time he was forging a Divine Armament, and used all of his skills to display all of his forging skills.
Right now, everything that had appeared in the illusion had already been completely imprinted in the depths of Tang Huan's soul. Even if he wanted to forget it, he wouldn't be able to.
Although he had only looked through it once, Tang Huan felt that his Tools Method Attainments had greatly improved. However, the things that the Sacred Emperor Mountain River had displayed were simply too broad and profound. If he wanted to completely digest the inheritance left behind in the Artifact Forging Handwritten Letter, it would be impossible to do so without a few years of time.
"Brother Tang Huan, the Great Clan Elder invites you!"
Suddenly, a voice interrupted Tang Huan's thoughts. Raising his head, he saw a yellow clothed man slowly walking over, his face smiling like a chrysanthemum.
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