With that, Nan Xunran looked around.
Dense Chaos Power filled the air.
Anyone eroded by Chaos Power would gradually lose themselves, sinking into endless madness and suffering.
Twisted spatial rifts filled his field of vision, eerie light flickering from within them at intervals.
His figure flashed, and he entered a spatial rift.
An air of chaos surged within the rift, and an indescribable pressure permeated it, making even one's soul tremble.
The slightest mistake would mean being swallowed forever by the endless darkness and chaos.
Nan Xunran remained calm. He had been born with Chaos Qi and was immune to the erosion of Chaos Power.
An ordinary person who entered a spatial rift without protection would have been completely eroded by now. Even with a special protective treasure, they would have lasted only a short while.
Nan Xunran, however, could move freely through the spatial rift without hindrance.
Just then, a space caught his attention.
Nan Xunran's gaze sharpened slightly, and his figure flashed as he sped toward it.
The moment he entered the space, an ancient and powerful presence swept over him.
A faint mist hung all around, making everything seem hazy and illusory.
A faint pressure descended, as if a pair of invisible hands were pressing down hard on the space.
Amid the swirling mist, two enormous stone statues loomed in and out of view.
Their bodies were covered in densely packed patterns, exquisitely detailed and incomparably intricate.
An ancient corpse lay quietly between the two statues.
Though the ancient corpse's clothing had grown somewhat tattered, its former splendor and nobility were still apparent.
Suddenly, a bright light flashed into being. Something in the ancient corpse's embrace had lit up.
Nan Xunran's gaze sharpened, and he stepped forward to investigate. A sheet of paper floated in the ancient corpse's hand.
Then, a figure slowly emerged from the paper.
The figure spoke in a deep voice. "My inheritor, you've finally appeared..."
The voice paused, then said with a trace of confusion, "You don't have the token on you? You're not my inheritor?"
Nan Xunran's expression remained calm as he said mildly, "No. Your inheritor is already dead."
"What?! How could this happen?!" The figure immediately went wild, and the mist churned and surged with his emotions.
After a long while, the figure seemed to calm down somewhat and sighed. "Forget it. Since you were able to come in, that means you're capable of receiving my inheritance."
Then he sighed helplessly again. "This remnant soul of mine won't last much longer. Open your sea of consciousness."
Hearing this, Nan Xunran carefully examined the remnant soul.
He found that it was indeed as the man had said. The remnant soul's light was extremely faint, as if it might dissipate at any moment.
With his abilities, he could disperse him with a wave of his hand.
After thinking for a moment, Nan Xunran opened his sea of consciousness.
A small glowing sphere instantly drifted out of the remnant soul and flew into Nan Xunran's sea of consciousness.
At once, countless pieces of information surged wildly into his mind like a tide.
He could clearly feel his understanding of the Reincarnation Law reaching an entirely new height in that instant, and an indescribable insight spread through his heart.
Nan Xunran quietly watched the remnant soul, which was on the verge of dissipating, and said, "Senior, do you want to be resurrected?"
With that, he held out his hand, and a piece of spirit jade suddenly appeared out of thin air.
With Supreme Venerable Realm combat strength, it was necessary to take him in.
"Soul-Nourishing Jade?!" the remnant soul exclaimed in shock, his voice full of disbelief.
"Which family are you from? They even gave you Soul-Nourishing Jade?!"
Nan Xunran remained composed and replied calmly, "The Longevity Nan Family."
The remnant soul froze for a moment, then suddenly said, "I died fighting your Nan family's ancestor."
Nan Xunran's expression did not change. He simply watched him in silence.
The remnant soul seemed to realize that his words were somewhat abrupt and said as if conceding, "All right, actually, I went looking for him to fight every day. He got fed up and fought me once.
"In the end, he wore away my Reincarnation Law, and I ended up like this."
Then he waved his fist and shouted, "Once I get out, I'll definitely fight him again!"
Nan Xunran fell silent.
Then he said to the remnant soul, "Senior, please enter the Soul-Nourishing Jade first. I still have to complete the trial."
"Oh, all right." The remnant soul nodded readily.
He then turned into a cloud of mist and flew into the Soul-Nourishing Jade.
Seeing him enter safely, Nan Xunran hesitated no longer. He turned and strode away.
The moment he left, the independent little space began to tremble violently, as though it had lost its support.
With a dull rumble, the space collapsed.
Nan Xunran looked at the spatial rift that had closed, raised a slender, fair hand, and made a light slash.
A thin crack appeared in the void and spread at an astonishing speed.
In the blink of an eye, it expanded into a wide spatial passage.
Nan Xunran moved slightly and leaped into it. In the blink of an eye, he vanished at the end of the passage, completely leaving the spatial rift.
Because of the spatial rift's instability, he appeared at a random location in the secret realm.
"Roar!" A deafening beast roar suddenly rang out, shattering the peace of the area.
"Senior sister!" An urgent cry followed.
"Hurry, go!"
At the same time, Nan Xunran's figure flashed, and he appeared above the source of the voices.
Below was a vast, dense forest. Towering trees rose from the ground, their thick trunks twisting and stretching like enormous pythons as they reached straight for the sky.
At the source of the voices, disciples from some unknown holy land were locked in a desperate fight with a ferocious beast.
The disciple leading them used all manner of techniques, trying to stand against the powerful beast.
Unfortunately, her efforts seemed utterly feeble before the beast and had no effect.
The beast lashed out with a paw, sending the disciple flying like a kite with its string cut. She slammed heavily into the ground.
The disciples behind her immediately looked anxious. They rushed to her side, calling out urgently, "Senior sister! Senior sister, wake up!"
Just then, Nan Xunran's gaze fell on their clothing.
They wore matching moon-white robes embroidered with distinctive sound-wave patterns, the emblem of Secret Sound Valley.
Secret Sound Valley disciples primarily cultivated sound techniques and excelled at group attacks. Against a lone ferocious beast like this, they were basically at a loss.