Lin Xuan met her gaze without the slightest intention of backing down.
Very soon, the pressure in Yue Qinglian's eyes dissipated, and her jade-like hand lifted lightly once more.
At once, a heavy pressure arose within the great hall. Lin Xuan even felt every hair on his body stand on end.
Lin Xuan stared fixedly ahead and could clearly see a pitch-black bead emerge in Yue Qinglian's palm.
White lightning-like patterns flowed within the bead, as though it contained a special space that was being torn apart without cease.
"This is the Divine Magnet Space Rend Bead!"
Yue Qinglian's voice rang out at just the right moment, as though she had deliberately spoken to resolve Lin Xuan's doubts.
"The Divine Magnet Supreme once forged an imperial weapon, the Divine Magnet Space Rend Fan. The fan had nine leaves, and each leaf was embedded with a Divine Magnet Space Rend Bead."
"However, when I received the inheritance, I learned that the Divine Magnet Space Rend Fan had already been destroyed. I only obtained three Divine Magnet Space Rend Beads."
"This bead contains an inheritance. I cannot directly pass the inheritance to you, but you may enter it and obtain it yourself."
As Yue Qinglian spoke, she tossed out the bead. It hovered before Lin Xuan, and a faint pulling force settled upon him.
"So that was it!"
Lin Xuan understood and immediately prepared to enter.
"I haven't finished speaking!"
Yue Qinglian raised her hand, and a pressure descended upon Lin Xuan, instantly rendering him unable to move.
"Please continue, Senior Sister!"
Lin Xuan patiently assumed a listening posture.
"The Divine Magnet Space Rend Bead contains special rules. Its internal power remains fixed according to the cultivation of whoever enters. Only those whose own combat strength exceeds their limits have any hope