Missing Identity, a Shocking Idea

"This was a death realm of endless reincarnation."

Above the clouds, the Dao Fruit realm cultivator standing near Han Yi paused after saying this.

Then, he looked at the Ashen Tower fragment in Han Yi's hand, pointed at it, and said with a bitter smile, "I also have a fragment of the Ashen Set. It should have fallen from the Ashen Spear. I was drawn here because that fragment stirred."

Having said that, the Dao Fruit realm cultivator seemed dispirited and said no more.

After hearing this, Han Yi's heart gradually sank to the bottom. Yet he patiently told this Dao Fruit realm cultivator everything he had learned outside from the several Dao Realm cultivators.

After hearing him out, the Dao Fruit realm cultivator's expression worsened, for Han Yi's account contained nothing he wanted to hear. He steadied himself, his expression returning to normal, then retreated some distance to his original position.

Han Yi's expression shifted for a moment before he forced himself to calm down.

He had not expected the tremor of the Ashen Tower fragment, which had led him into this mist, to be a trap.

No, it could not exactly be called a trap. There truly was an Ashen Mountain inheritance here, and it was the genuine core inheritance. It was simply that, for outsiders, the difficulty of passing it was extraordinarily high.

Nearly sixty years had passed since the ruins emerged. In that time, none of the cultivators who had entered—nor even Heavenly Venerates—had managed to pass. One could imagine just how monstrously difficult it was.

According to what that Dao Fruit realm cultivator had just said, these trials occurred once every half hour, twelve times a day. Over sixty years, that amounted to nearly two hundred and sixty thousand attempts. None had broken through after