At first, Xu Yi had broken through the restriction and taken the Blood Flame Fruit. That had been the final trial.
The disciples only needed to return to that secret chamber, break the restriction, and take the reward. Then they could open the Space Gate and teleport away.
The trial had only been underway for three rounds when disaster struck the Jiang Household: its head died unexpectedly, and the trial was cut short.
The tomb was simply too important. After it was built, only the Jiang Household head knew where it was.
Afraid that the clan's disciples might forget the route during the trial, the Jiang Household head had even spent a fortune to build a Space Gate.
The Jiang disciples had to use the Space Gate to travel back and forth. That way, the tomb's location could never be exposed.
As the saying went, Xiao He made the success, and Xiao He made the failure. The Jiang Household head had kept the secret so well that when he died in an accident, the tomb's secret was buried with him.
Jiang Hentian's tomb had become a dead end.
And it was precisely because no one had disturbed it for centuries that the spiritual garden inside had grown so lush.
Only recently, when rumors spread that five or six people had crossed the river from Little East Mountain, did the Jiang Household hurriedly send people there.
Little East Mountain was forbidden ground to the Jiang Household. No one knew why, except for the handful of its oldest surviving elders.
As it turned out, Little East Mountain was where the teleportation gate from Jiang Hentian's tomb led.
Those few ancient elders were the last batch of disciples to enter Jiang Hentian's tomb for the trial. When they heard that someone had emerged