This was no trial of inheritance. They had never intended to let anyone who came for the trial leave alive.
The Beast Formation ran without the slightest hitch. If they took one more step, the dozens of giant beast statues lining the corridor would likely spring from stone to life and unleash a devastating attack.
A Dao Sect cultivator would die without question. Even Chen Xian, a Dao Venerable, had no confidence he could make it through.
Chen Xian's brows drew tight.
He looked toward the end of the corridor, and Wan Qian, the master of the Xuanyun Sword Sect's Beast Peak, flashed through his mind.
Wan Qian cultivated the beast path. If she were here, she would probably know how to break the formation.
Unfortunately, she was far away in the Xiongguan Mountain Range and could not help.
As Chen Xian considered how to pass this trial, he suddenly felt a slight movement at his right shoulder.
He turned his head a little.
The little black cat perched there gave a lazy yawn.
This thing was actually sleepy at a time like this!?
It rubbed its face with its two pink front paws, its ears twitching. It showed not a trace of fear or tension at the giant beast statues radiating terrifying beastly might. If anything, it looked bored.
Seeing how utterly unruffled it was, a thought suddenly struck Chen Xian.
"Right! I nearly forgot about you."
Chen Xian's mouth twitched.
The Rift-Devouring Beast had entered the Abyss Ruins before. It had suffered and been injured, but surely not because of this Beast-Sculpture Formation.
Which meant it must know a way through!
Chen Xian reached out, deftly caught the little black cat by the scruff, and lifted it in front of him.
"Little Black, you've been in here before.