The grand hall was vast, so immense that its size was impossible to gauge, as if it were an entire world in itself.
Yet, within this colossal hall, only faint candles emitting weak light were scattered about.
Their dim glow couldn’t possibly illuminate the vast expanse of the hall.
Thus, the hall was shrouded in darkness, and dark places often carried an eerie, unsettling air.
But this hall was different.
Far from exuding eeriness, it was filled with a sacred and majestic aura. Without a doubt, this was a holy place.
Buzz—
Suddenly, a barrier gate appeared out of thin air within the hall.
Then, a figure stumbled out of the gate, collapsing onto the ground.
His clothes were tattered, his body covered in blood, flesh torn and mangled, as if he had endured brutal torture.
“Finally made it?”
Despite his grievous injuries and extreme weakness, the figure’s lips curled into an excited smile, without a trace of anguish.
This was Chu Feng.
When Chu Feng stepped through the inheritance gate, what he faced wasn’t merely a trial of fire and blades but a true gateway to hell.
Each obstacle was genuine torment.
Yet, despite his severe injuries, Chu Feng had clearly overcome those challenges.
Now, he struggled to prop himself up, trying to stand.
But with a thud, he collapsed again.
He couldn’t stand!!
He was too weak—not physically, but in his soul.
Buzz—
Suddenly, a beam of light descended from above, enveloping Chu Feng.
Under this light, his body began to change.
His wounds not only healed rapidly, but even his tattered clothes mended themselves, and his damaged soul was restored.
Such a transformation astonished even Chu Feng.
As a realm spirit master, he knew how severe his injuries were and how difficult they would be to heal.
Yet, those nearly incurable wounds were healed in an instant.
The power that healed him was unlike anything he had ever witnessed.
Swish—
Chu Feng abruptly stood, gazing into the depths of the hall.
His resolute gaze was tinged with complex emotions.
“Thank you, Senior.”
He quickly clasped his fists and bowed.
Chu Feng could sense that the miraculous healing power had been wielded by someone.
And that person was in the depths of the hall.
But the hall was too dim, its depths pitch-black, and Chu Feng couldn’t see the figure’s appearance.
“You’ve made it this far, so you’ve got some skill.”
After Chu Feng spoke, an aged voice responded.
Then, the sound of footsteps approached Chu Feng.
Chu Feng knew the figure was coming toward him.
He didn’t dare act rashly or move forward, instead standing respectfully in place, awaiting their arrival.
But he was filled with anticipation.
He knew this person must be extraordinarily powerful.
Perhaps even stronger than anyone he had ever encountered.
So, Chu Feng was eager to know who this person was.
Finally, a figure emerged from the darkness, stepping into the dim light.
Though the light was faint, Chu Feng could make out the figure’s face.
But upon seeing them, his gaze shifted, a faint trace of surprise in his eyes.
The voice clearly belonged to an aged elder.
Yet, standing before Chu Feng was a middle-aged man in his prime.
He had deep, profound eyes, tempered by endless years, a gaze that only time could forge.
Though he appeared middle-aged, his handsome features were undeniable.
A faint, rugged beard added a touch of raw masculinity to his demeanor.
However, he was a soul body.
Behind him, he carried a massive sword.
Though a soul body, the sword on his back was a tangible, real weapon.
The sword was three feet wide and three meters long, a true greatsword.
Bronze in color, it looked immensely heavy. Though rusted and scarred, it seemed like a discarded blade, yet to Chu Feng, it resembled an aging general.
Despite its current state, its scarred form hinted at its former glory.
Suddenly, Chu Feng bowed deeply.
“Junior pays respects to the Demon-Slaying Emperor.”
Chu Feng spoke humbly, his voice loud and clear.
“Hm? How do you know I’m the Demon-Slaying Emperor?”
The figure was taken aback by Chu Feng’s address.
But his response confirmed Chu Feng was correct.
“Junior has no proof, only a feeling.”
“Though Senior is a soul body, your presence is overwhelming, and all the auras here submit to you.”
“The formations in this place are formidable, filled with profound mysteries. Only the master of this place, the Demon-Slaying Emperor, could exude such commanding energy,” Chu Feng said.
“Hahaha, you’ve got a way with words.”
“But my true body is long dead. I’m just a remnant soul now. Strictly speaking, the Demon-Slaying Emperor is gone, and I’m no longer the same as I was.”
The Demon-Slaying Emperor gave a meaningful smile, then said, “I’ve watched your journey, overcoming countless trials.”
“You’re qualified to receive my inheritance, but whether you can claim it depends on your own ability.”
As he spoke, he waved his sleeve, and four scrolls appeared before Chu Feng.
Seeing their color, Chu Feng knew they were Venerable Forbidden Martial Techniques.
From their hue, he guessed three were Second-Rank Venerable Forbidden Techniques, and one was Third-Rank.
“They don’t seem to tempt you much.”
“How about this?”
The Demon-Slaying Emperor smiled, waving his arm again.
Another object appeared before him.
It was a blue gem, no larger than a pearl, but its shape was peculiar, resembling a statue of a warrior sitting cross-legged.
Such a gem was likely carved.
Yet, this one bore no signs of carving, as if naturally formed.
The moment Chu Feng saw it, his heart stirred.
Within the gem, he sensed profound mysteries.
Something that could greatly enhance his barrier techniques.
“Could this be the treasure the Secret Cave Saints mentioned?”
Chu Feng had a hunch that the mysteries within this blue gem could help him break through to the Dragon-Mark Holy Robe Realm Spirit Master.
Once he reached that level, not only would his barrier techniques advance, but he would also gain the combat power of the Supreme Realm.
