UGB Chapter 314 Fierce Struggle for Inheritance
Chapter 314 Fierce Struggle for Inheritance
However, not everyone can escape that spiritual suggestion.
Among the crowd, 27 cultivators with cultivation levels below the third level of the eighth rank ultimately could not shake off the divine soul's suggestion and frantically rushed towards those inheritance gates.
Their eyes burned with desire, as if they had seen some stunning beauty and had lost all reason.
"boom--!"
A blinding flash of fire, like a meteor, ripped through the dark night sky and slammed into the three seemingly crazed eighth-level cultivators who were charging toward the [Blazing Sun Sect].
There were no screams, no struggles.
Before their protective aura could even fully materialize, these three cultivators, whose minds had already been clouded by divine suggestions, instantly vaporized under the terrifying heat that was enough to scorch the heavens and boil the seas!
Only three rings, emanating spatial fluctuations, fell to the cold corridor floor with a clink.
"Hmph, a bunch of trash, how dare they lay a finger on the inheritance of the 'Blazing Sun Celestial Venerable'?"
The one who made the move was the old man with a full head of red hair and an imposing presence.
With a casual wave of his hand, he took the three rings into his palm. Without even glancing at the crowd, he strode confidently and domineeringly toward the [Blazing Sun Gate], which was engulfed in raging flames.
Along its path, the air distorted and heatwaves rolled, as if it were a walking fire demon.
Witnessing this scene, the entire audience fell silent.
Those fire-elemental cultivators who were originally envious of the [Blazing Sun Sect] were now pale-faced, subconsciously taking several steps back and swallowing hard.
Eighth Rank, Tenth Level!
Such terrifying beings are basically the ceiling of combat power in the current Tianxuan Realm.
Who would dare to cross him? That would be courting death.
"I will claim this door to inheritance."
The red-haired old man walked to the huge fiery gate, but instead of rushing in, he turned around and coldly scanned the entire area.
"Anyone who disagrees is welcome to come up and try."
Upon hearing this, no one present dared to respond.
Seeing this, the red-haired old man sneered, turned around and took out a set of array flags from his sleeve, and quickly set up a "Nine Dragons Departing Fire Array" at the door.
After doing all this, he took a deep breath, a resolute and greedy glint in his eyes, and stepped into the door that was spitting out flames.
……
This scene was like toppling the first domino.
The majority of eighth-tier experts, who were initially observing and wary of the strange divine soul hints, finally lost their last shred of rationality in the face of the enormous temptation of profit.
Yes, so what if there's danger?
So what if it's strange?
Even if it really is a den of dragons and tigers inside, it is still the only shortcut to the ninth level.
As long as the legacy can be passed down, as long as we can take that step, any price is worth paying!
"kill!"
"This Ten Thousand Swords Sect is mine! Anyone who dares to take it, I'll chop them down!"
"Get out of my way! Only I am qualified to enter this [Alchemy Sect]!"
"For the Great Dao! We will fight to the death!"
With a series of earth-shattering roars, the once orderly Hall of Soul Nourishing instantly transformed into a frenzied battlefield!
"Boom—!"
The colorful forces of the world collided wildly in the starry sky, causing terrifying energy storms to rage.
Sword energy surged, thunder roared, ice enveloped the land for miles, and poisonous mist permeated the air...
These eighth-level powerhouses, who are usually aloof and even show some respect to each other as "fellow Daoists," have now completely shed their pretenses and used every means at their disposal to compete for those so-called "gates of inheritance," each move deadly!
"puff!"
A sword cultivator at the sixth level of the eighth rank had just killed a rival and hadn't even had time to rejoice when he was stabbed in the body by a cultivator skilled in assassination from behind.
"you……"
The swordsman's eyes widened as the eighth-level poison entered his body, causing him to collapse unwillingly.
Before the assassin could even touch the corpse, he was blasted into a charred corpse by a bolt of lightning that struck from the sky.
This is the most naked and cruel truth in the world of cultivation.
In the face of absolute self-interest, human life is truly as cheap as grass.
……
At the edge of the crowd, Lin Hanzhou did not rush to make a move.
He and Nightshade were like two inconspicuous reefs, hidden in this chaotic battlefield.
For Lin Hanzhou, taking action now would be pointless.
He only needs to finish the struggle before he can control the marks within these cultivators' bodies.
By directly controlling the victor, passing on the legacy is a piece of cake.
The reason why Nightshade did not take action was that two cultivators with the cultivation level of the seventh level of the eighth rank were engaged in fierce battle in front of the Dark Night Demon Lord's gate.
Faced with these two beings whose cultivation levels far surpassed his own, Nightshade had no chance of winning in a direct confrontation; he could only wait for the right opportunity to launch a sneak attack.
Not long after, Nightshade took advantage of a lull in the two's battle and vanished into the Gate of Inheritance as a shadow.
This sudden turn of events enraged the two who had just been fighting.
Good grief, so you're trying to sneak in and seize the inheritance while they're fighting, huh?
That's practically suicide.
Without any hesitation, the two abandoned their fight and transformed into two shadows, disappearing into the Gate of Inheritance.
Seeing this, Lin Hanzhou had no intention of going up to help.
After all, he had lent Night Shadow the Five Elements Sword Saint's eighth-order, tenth-level body cultivation puppet.
Although, after the passage of time, the puppet's power would certainly have decreased by more than half.
However, if it were a sneak attack at close range, it would certainly not be a problem to severely injure or kill one of the two eighth-tier seventh-level experts.
As Lin Hanzhou pondered his next move, he turned his gaze to the pitch-black door that no one had dared to approach until now.
That door was located at the very top of the 108 Gates of Inheritance, emanating a suffocating aura of the law of devouring.
The chaotic battlefield around them strangely avoided the area around the door.
It seemed that even those bloodthirsty cultivators instinctively knew that this door was not to be trifled with.
Lin Hanzhou knew that the inheritance behind this door was probably that of the [Devouring Demon Lord].
This was a powerful figure who attained the ninth level of Dao through the Devouring Law, and was a prominent figure in ancient times.
The reason why no cultivators came to snatch this door was that none of them cultivated the Devouring Law, so taking this inheritance would be meaningless.
After all, they knew that entering this gate of inheritance to obtain the inheritance was definitely fraught with great risk.
In this situation, if one chooses a law that one has never cultivated, wouldn't that be taking a risk without any gain?
It was under these circumstances that no one wanted to enter the gate of the [Devouring Demon Lord's] inheritance.
However, these risks are nothing to Lin Hanzhou.
Since no one was there to help him retrieve the heirloom, he had to go in and get it himself.
Immediately, Lin Hanzhou's figure flashed, and he disappeared from the spot like a ghost.
When he reappeared, he was already standing in front of the pitch-black [Heaven-Swallowing Gate].
Unlike others, they didn't set up defenses at the entrance, nor did they hesitate at all.
He swaggered in as if he were coming home.