Yan Zhao entered the hall with reverence, only to see an ancient tome floating within, radiating five-colored light. The old man said, "This is the object of inheritance. It contains powerful immortal arts and wisdom; you must study it with care." Yan Zhao reverently accepted the ancient tome with both hands. The moment he touched it, the tome's light surged into his body. In an instant, countless pieces of knowledge about immortal arts and cultivation insights flooded his mind like a tide. Just as Yan Zhao was immersed in the joy of receiving the inheritance, violent tremors suddenly came from outside the hall. The old man's expression changed. "Not good! Evil Forces have noticed the disturbance here and come to seize the inheritance! Take it and leave at once—I'll hold them off!" Though Yan Zhao worried for the old man, he understood that he could not hesitate now. Gritting his teeth, he fled through a secret passage behind the hall with the inheritance in hand. Behind him, the stone hall was engulfed by the attacks of Evil Forces, while Yan Zhao embarked on a new immortal cultivation journey filled with the unknown and challenges.
Yan Zhao sprinted desperately through the secret passage, his heart pounding like a war drum. Stones occasionally fell from above, striking the ground with dull thuds. This clearly showed that the battle outside was exceptionally fierce and had already affected the passage's structure.
Yan Zhao did not dare pause for even a moment. He knew that if the people outside discovered him, the consequences would be unimaginable. His steps grew faster and faster, as though the entire passage trembled along with his running.
At last, Yan Zhao saw the exit of the secret passage—a faint glimmer of light. Relief washed over him as he accelerated, shooting out like an arrow loosed from a bow.
However, the instant he stepped out of the passage, his spirits plunged to the bottom. A group of Demonic Cultivators stood at the exit, completely surrounding him. Every one of them looked vicious, radiating an evil aura that sent chills down the spine.
"Kid, hand over the inheritance, and maybe we'll leave you an intact corpse!" the leading Demonic Cultivator snarled. His voice was like an evil ghost from hell, making one's hair stand on end.
Yan Zhao gripped the ancient tome tightly. It was the inheritance he had just received, the source of his hope. His gaze was firm as he stared fearlessly at the Demonic Cultivators and shouted, "Dream on!"
He swiftly circulated the immortal art he had just inherited, and a powerful force surged through his body. He drew a deep breath, gathered that power in his hand, and then swung it fiercely.
A dazzling beam shot from his hand, streaking toward the Demonic Cultivators like lightning. They had clearly not expected Yan Zhao to wield the inheritance's power so quickly, and they fell into brief disarray.
The light was like a sharp sword, easily piercing the Demonic Cultivators' defense and striking one of them. The Demonic Cultivator screamed as the light sent him flying. He crashed heavily to the ground, his fate unknown.
But there were many Demonic Cultivators. They quickly regained their footing and joined forces to attack Yan Zhao. Though he fought with all his strength, he gradually found himself unable to keep up. Just as he was about to collapse, a flash of light suddenly streaked across the sky, and a Mysterious Immortal descended. With a wave of his hand, the Demonic Cultivators all fell to the ground.
The Mysterious Immortal looked at Yan Zhao and said gently, "Child, this inheritance is destined for you. Cultivate well, and one day you will surely protect the Immortal Cultivation World." With that, he vanished. Yan Zhao looked in the direction where the immortal had disappeared and silently swore that he would not disappoint him. Then, he continued on his immortal cultivation journey.
Yan Zhao continued onward until he reached a valley shrouded in clouds and mist. The sound of Dragon's Roar faintly echoed through the valley, stirring his curiosity, and he followed it. Deep within the valley lay an enormous pool, where a flood dragon churned through the water and sent spray flying in waves. Just as Yan Zhao stopped to watch, the flood dragon suddenly burst from the water and lunged at him. Yan Zhao hurriedly used the immortal art he had just comprehended and engaged the flood dragon in battle. The creature was immensely powerful, and Yan Zhao gradually fell into a disadvantage. However, just as the flood dragon was about to strike him, the Inherited Ancient Tome suddenly shone with brilliant light, and a mysterious power poured into Yan Zhao's body. His strength surged instantly. Seizing an opening in the flood dragon's defenses, he unleashed a powerful immortal art and drove it back. Seeing that the situation had turned against it, the flood dragon dived into the depths of the pool and vanished. Yan Zhao panted heavily as he looked at the ancient tome in his hand, his heart filled with surprise and delight. He understood that the power of this inheritance went far beyond this. Carrying that joy and anticipation, Yan Zhao straightened his robes and strode once more onto the unknown path of immortal cultivation ahead. He knew that even more challenges and opportunities awaited him.
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