As soon as the words fell, the Formation Elders who had long been prepared in the distance finally moved.
Their hands continuously formed seals, launching one seal after another into the space before them.
Before long, a distorted entrance appeared in the space, ancient runes constantly drifting across its surface.
Only after the twisted entrance stabilized did the Formation Elders stop their movements.
"It's ready."
The Formation Elders gestured.
Hong Zhan nodded. "You can start injecting Spiritual Energy into your Heavenly Chosen Marks."
Hearing this, Chen Wen and the others did not hesitate, each summoning the Heavenly Chosen Mark within their bodies.
As Spiritual Energy was continuously poured in, a stream of light shot out from the entrance and sank into their bodies.
Chen Wen could clearly feel a pulling force erupt from his body, dragging him bit by bit toward the entrance.
Just then, a cold voice rang out. "Kid, your luck ends here."
"After this inheritance, all your glory will turn to nothing."
"Then you'll understand that victory only has meaning when the victor becomes the final winner. Otherwise, it is worth less than a penny."
Chen Wen's brows furrowed as he turned toward the voice.
What entered his sight was Qin Shilong, wearing a cold, bloodthirsty smile.
His expression revealed not only boundless hatred toward Chen Wen, but also absolute confidence in obtaining the inheritance.
Seeing this, the corners of Chen Wen's lips curved upward.
This was rather interesting.
Chen Wen's expression fell entirely into Qin Shilong's eyes.
Qin Shilong's cold expression immediately turned savage once more.
This brat.
He really deserved to die.
To Qin Shilong, Chen Wen was already at death's door.
Yet what was the result? He still dared to be so arrogant. He truly did not know his own limits.
Just then, the