The black-clad youth came before the Heaven-Severing Axe. Looking at the great axe that had weathered tens of millions of years of frost and storm, the corners of his mouth lifted, his smile bright and spirited.
"Hey, kid, where did you come from? You want to challenge an ancient inheritance too?"
An aged voice rang out. After the black-clad youth heard it, he turned to look, his face wearing a brilliant smile. "My name is Su Ling. I've just entered the Taixuan Sect. I think I'm qualified to obtain the best opportunity in the world!"
At his words, the other old cultivators around them also opened their eyes. Their expressions varied—some disdainful, some mocking, some expectant, and some displeased.
After answering that old cultivator, Su Ling shifted his gaze to the Heaven-Severing Axe. His eyes burned with fervor. He reached out directly and grasped the axe haft.
Heavy!
That was Su Ling's first impression.
At sixteen, he had already formed his Golden Core. Among this batch of new Taixuan Sect disciples, his aptitude could be considered outstanding, because he had not been born into a cultivation clan.
Although the Heaven-Severing Axe was extremely heavy, Su Ling felt that, in the unseen world, a mysterious power was helping him lift it. That crushing weight was swiftly weakening.
As expected!
The Heaven-Severing Axe had been passed down for so many years, yet no one had obtained it. Clearly, what it tested was not cultivation, but fortune and fate!
Su Ling had always believed his fortune ran deep. When he was young, his entire village had suffered a natural disaster, and only he had survived. He had always been grateful to Heaven, so he had carried a heart of gratitude since childhood. He was warmhearted, and whenever he faced people in hardship, he