Lin Heng gritted his teeth and began a new round of attempts, only to be rejected every single time.
Not until his ninth attempt did that will turn into a phantom shadow and drill deep into his sea of consciousness.
The phantom looked at him and smiled. "Not bad, kid..."
Hearing that familiar voice, Lin Heng's mind trembled violently.
"Who are you?"
"I am who I am," the phantom said. "Since you were able to make it here, you are qualified to receive this inheritance. The years that have passed are but dust, while the future is a flourishing hope."
"Saint Ye, it's me, Lin Heng. Don't you remember me?"
"I am not Gao Sheng. I am merely a lingering remnant of thought he left behind. As for what kind of connection Gao Sheng himself had with you, I do not know."
"He is him, and I am me. Now, I will give all these things to you." The phantom raised a hand. Before Lin Heng could say anything, countless motes of light surged into the depths of his mind. The voice continued, "These are his insights into the Age Dao, as well as the things you wished to understand."
Lin Heng's eyes lit up. It had actually given him a method to open a path to the Lower Realm—had everything been anticipated all along?
"Good heavens, if you wish for people from the Lower Realm to ascend, you must first establish a Reception Platform in the Upper Realm. The method for constructing it is contained within these inheritances. Comprehend them well."
"Thank you, Senior."
"There is no need to thank me," the phantom said calmly. "You reached this point entirely by your own ability. Remember this: the true essence of the Age Dao does not lie in controlling time,