Qin Chuan remained calm. It was difficult to find anyone else who could have ascended this place besides himself; after all these years, if it were so easy, it wouldn't have been his turn.
So there was no need to worry. However, Qin Chuan still released several demonic beasts and treasure beasts.
A strange phenomenon was that his demonic beasts seemed to enjoy considerable benefits in this temple. Thinking about it carefully, many of his demonic beasts possessed dragon blood.
However, the benefits were relatively less than what he could gain.
Time passed slowly, and Qin Chuan gradually entered a state of selflessness, no longer considering those chaotic things, even forgetting about the test of willpower.
His mind entered a state of emptiness, as if it were completely empty. If the test were to occur at this moment, the outcome would be unimaginable.
Qin Chuan wasn't doing this intentionally; he was simply focused and concentrated, entering an excellent state—a rare and precious state, one that was hard to come by.
However, there was a danger involved; in principle, having this state at this time wasn't necessarily a good thing.
Qin Chuan initially considered focusing all his energy on defending against the test, but then he thought that since it was a legacy, he should try to comprehend it properly; that might be the best approach.
However, simply being oblivious doesn't guarantee entry into a state of selflessness. This is a rare and highly sought-after state,
but it doesn't seem suitable for Qin Chuan at the moment.
A day passed.
The test didn't occur, and Qin Chuan had extracted a third of the dragon bone. At this moment, Qin Chuan exuded dignity and an aura of unparalleled power.
This state lasted for a long time; he didn't seem to have fully awakened. Unbeknownst to him, at this moment, a dazzling light appeared on the golden dragon bone.
This light, like a sharp sword, flashed and entered Qin Chuan's body with an incomparably sharp aura.
At this moment, Qin Chuan opened his eyes, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.
But a smile appeared on Qin Chuan's face.
This time, it wasn't his cultivation level that saved him, but rather his state of selflessness. He had gained the skeleton's approval, becoming someone who could receive the legacy.
However, the test of acceptance was extremely rigorous. This legacy, well, it wasn't prepared for those in the Void Realm.
Because it's estimated that the dragon hadn't expected someone at the Void Realm to come here, so it was at least at the War God Realm.
This trial was also prepared for War God Realm cultivators.
However, for some reason, a requirement for talent and aptitude was set for one day. With exceptionally high talent and aptitude, the power was reduced; if in a special state, such as a state of selflessness, the power was greatly reduced again, making injury almost impossible.
Qin Chuan's strength was only at the Void Realm, and he had just reached it, so he was injured, but it was a very dangerous ordeal.
After understanding this, Qin Chuan became increasingly frightened. If he hadn't entered the state of selflessness this time, he probably would have been completely terrified.
He was filled with lingering fear, the kind that grows stronger with each passing moment.
But thinking about it, luck was truly crucial; this time, it was pure luck.
After the trial, everything moved faster and went very smoothly. Originally, it was supposed to end in about two days, but it was completed just after 1 PM.
His strength and realm had broken through several minor realms. He had reached
the fourth level of the Void Realm.
This was also within Qin Chuan's expectations. Breaking through several minor realms in a row in the Void Realm was extremely rare, given how seldom such a breakthrough was.
However, such a great opportunity, from the first to the fourth level of the Void Realm, wasn't actually that significant. The benefit of this inheritance—increasing cultivation level—was only a minor one, negligible compared to the overall benefits of the True Struggle.
Realms could be improved through cultivation; as long as you had potential, you could use medicine and time to slowly raise them. But some things couldn't be achieved through diligent practice.
Those things were what limited a martial artist's growth, and the best opportunity was one that could break those limitations, like a container.
The size of the container determines how much water it can hold, and the current amount of water is only temporary. Even an empty water tank is far better than a full teacup; they're on completely different levels. The
Nine Divine Dragons had changed.
Qin Chuan's bone color had always been yellow, and before it felt somewhat golden, but only now did he realize that it might barely qualify as golden.
His body was filled with boundless power, and his strengthened bones had subtly altered his entire physique. At this moment, Qin Chuan's physical prowess was beyond imagination.
In addition, there was his combat strength, supernatural abilities, and another breakthrough in Qin Chuan's Divine Dragon Dao. This
breakthrough in the Divine Dragon Dao was arguably the most significant improvement Qin Chuan had made so far, as it was the powerful foundation of all dragon bloodlines.
Among all abilities, the Dao was the most powerful, followed by supernatural abilities and techniques. Bloodlines were fundamental; without them, such as the Divine Dragon Bloodline, one could rival the Divine Dragon Dao.
After all, it was the foundation, the prerequisite for everything.
The relationship between the two was that without the Divine Dragon Bloodline, one could not comprehend the Divine Dragon Dao.
When Qin Chuan finished absorbing the power, the oppressive aura vanished instantly,
and the Divine Dragon Temple turned to ashes, as if it had never existed. Qin Chuan stood atop the mountain, where the old monk had appeared unnoticed, smiling at him.
Qin Chuan now truly owed the old monk a favor—a considerable one.
"Thank you for your guidance, Master," Qin Chuan said earnestly.
Haha!
The old monk laughed happily, waving his hand, "Don't feel burdened. I'm not one to take advantage of kindness. Our meeting is fate."
He continued, "You are the most talented person I've ever met. Your future achievements are limitless. My wish has been fulfilled."
Qin Chuan looked at the old monk and thought for a moment before asking, "Master, is there anything you wish for me to fulfill?"
One always owes someone something, or rather, it's not about owing or not owing; one should always repay kindness. Qin Chuan only wanted to repay the debt, so he asked.
The old monk was taken aback.
He seemed to be thinking very seriously, then looked back at Qin Chuan and shook his head, unsure if he had no wish or if Qin Chuan was incapable…
"Master…"
"If you really want to talk about a wish, there is one: the City Lord's Mansion. The City Lord is my son, but I've wronged him. If you really want to help me, go and stay at the City Lord's Mansion for a while. The Tower of Babel is about to open anyway," the old monk sighed.
Qin Chuan looked at the old monk, recalling what he had said earlier, but he couldn't understand what the old monk had done to wrong his son. What could a father and son possibly have to wrong each other?