“In my humble opinion, setting the requirement to master the sixth palm would be most suitable for passing, giving people a chance to succeed. Mastering the seventh palm in thirty years? I believe it’s utterly impossible for anyone!” Xin Yu said coldly.
The figure chuckled, “If it were set to the sixth palm, I reckon sixty percent of those who reached this stage would pass. What would be the point of the trial then? The master set it to the seventh palm for a reason. If you can’t do it, you simply don’t meet the master’s standards.”
Perhaps because no one had come here in hundreds of thousands of years, the figure was willing to say a bit more.
“Alright, both of you, leave. You’re not the ones the master seeks, and your relic trials end here,” the figure issued its dismissal.
“Wait, Senior, I haven’t spoken yet,” Lin Yun stepped forward quickly.
“What more do you have to say? This trial allows only one attempt, with no chance to try again if you fail,” the figure said, looking at Lin Yun.
“I’m saying I’ve mastered the seventh palm of *Cang Lei Palm*,” Lin Yun said with a smile.
“You’ve mastered it?” The figure was visibly surprised.
Even Xin Yu turned to Lin Yun in shock.
“Lin Yun, you… you did it?” Xin Yu asked, incredulous.
“Yes, I did!”
Lin Yun channelled his inner energy and raised his palm.
*Boom.*
A palm shadow crackling with lightning instantly formed in the air, glowing a vibrant red.
“This… it’s truly the seventh palm of *Cang Lei Palm*! You actually did it!”
The figure confirmed it was indeed the seventh palm.
“So, I’ve passed this trial, haven’t I?” Lin Yun asked, smiling.
“You have! You have! I didn’t expect the first batch of immortals to include someone who could pass this stage,” the figure exclaimed, still suspended in the air.
Xin Yu, standing beside Lin Yun, showed a mix of emotions, his shock growing deeper.
He’d been so certain no one could succeed at the seventh palm!
And now, Lin Yun, right beside him, had done it.
The slap to his face came swiftly!
It stung sharply!
The figure looked at Xin Yu, “You said no one could do it, yet your companion did, didn’t he? Seems your comprehension isn’t up to par, eh?”
Xin Yu’s face flushed, embarrassed enough to want to crawl into a hole.
Beyond embarrassment, he felt humiliated, as Lin Yun succeeded where he failed.
“I never imagined you’d actually succeed, Lin Yun. It seems I’ve underestimated you again,” Xin Yu said, turning to Lin Yun with a heavy tone.
At that moment, Xin Yu felt utterly crushed.
He’d barely noticed Lin Yun before, not even speaking to him in earlier stages, believing Lin Yun wasn’t on his level.
Only after Lin Yun passed the three arena trials and the consciousness seal did Xin Yu take him seriously and team up with him.
Yet, deep down, Xin Yu still carried a sense of superiority.
Now, that superiority was shattered!
“Senior Xin Yu, you flatter me. I just got lucky and barely succeeded,” Lin Yun replied with a polite smile, dispersing the attack in the air.
“Don’t say that, it makes me feel worse. Regardless, congratulations. You’re the only one from our group who can continue forward. I hope you gain more,” Xin Yu said.
“Thank you for the kind words,” Lin Yun replied, still smiling.
“Then, as a failure, I’ll take my leave.”
Xin Yu clasped his fists to Lin Yun and turned to leave. His relic journey was over; further trials and rewards were beyond his reach, as this trial allowed no second attempts.
After Xin Yu left, Lin Yun sighed, “I never expected I’d be the only one left.”
This outcome was beyond his imagination.
Xin Yu was highly capable, yet the trials here were simply too demanding.
Lin Yun had nearly failed himself, only passing thanks to the spirit’s unorthodox method.
Had he followed the standard approach, he’d have failed too.
At that moment, a stone wall in the chamber slowly opened, revealing a small separate space.
“Young one, go behind the wall to claim your reward,” the figure said.
Hearing of a reward, Lin Yun’s eyes lit up with anticipation.
He quickly stepped into the small space.
On the left stone platform lay a manual. Lin Yun picked it up—it was the complete *Cang Lei Palm*.
During the trial, he’d only received up to the seventh palm, with the eighth and ninth withheld.
Now, with the full manual, he could continue studying, though mastering the final two palms would be immensely difficult.
“I’ve mastered *Cang Lei Palm* to the seventh stage, and it’s already useful in combat,” Lin Yun said, smiling.
Both *Cang Lei Palm* and *Shadow Sword Art* were Origin-level manuals. The sword art excelled in close combat, while *Cang Lei Palm* was better for ranged attacks with greater area impact, each with distinct strengths.
Another tool in his arsenal.
“On the right platform, there are three treasures. Choose one as your reward,” the figure said.
Lin Yun, eager, turned to the right platform.
Each treasure was labelled with a name and description.
The first was a protective armour, capable of withstanding attacks from Heavenly Dao-level weapons.
It wasn’t very useful to Lin Yun, whose defence was already formidable, bolstered by the Frost Heart of the Great Kun Clan, which served as armour.
For immortals with weaker physical strength or defence, this armour would be highly appealing.
The second was the Nine-Star Pagoda, crafted from rare nine-star meteorite, embedded with a grand array. It could trap enemies inside, where they’d struggle to escape and face suppression—the weaker the enemy, the stronger the suppression—while the user gained a significant boost. It could trap enemies up to the Dominion Realm level.
