The Tomb of the Ming God.
Within the black mist.
Jiang Ping An was bound by a powerful surge of soul power, unable to move or resist.
A sinister, terrifying skull radiated an immense oppressive force.
The gray soul flames in its eye sockets flickered faintly, fixed unwaveringly on Jiang Ping An before it.
"My descendants tell me you possess invincible belief, command both the Primordial Dao Domain and the yin-yang dao domain, and even wield karmic fire."
"Your talent is exceptional. I am willing to pass on my lifetime's legacy to you, and even make you the next Mansion Lord of the Nether Ghost Mansion."
Jiang Ping An's face filled with fear and overwhelmed disbelief.
"Senior, you truly have mistaken me for someone else. I am not Jiang Ping An."
"Heh, heh."
The skull chuckled. "It does not matter whether you are Jiang Ping An. Fate has brought us together, so I shall grant you this blessing."
Jiang Ping An hurriedly refused. "Senior, my aptitude is poor. It took me tens of millions of years to reach this realm. I am utterly unworthy of your legacy. Please choose someone else!"
He already had a vague suspicion about the skull's identity.
This was the Tomb of the Ming God. A soul that appeared here could only be the Ming God, who had failed to break through to the lord god realm!
The legacy of an expert at this level was something countless living beings dreamed of obtaining.
Yet Jiang Ping An did not dare accept it.
Who forced a legacy onto someone?
It was like walking down a road when someone suddenly pinned you down and offered you a cartload of gold.
Did that person truly want to give you gold, or did they have another motive?
Even a fool