"Fellow Daoist Yuan Wu, I admire your generosity of spirit. If I obtain Master Puxuan's inheritance, I will certainly share it with the three of you. However, my aptitude is limited. If even you three cannot comprehend the Six-Aspects Prison-Suppressing Body, I fear my chances are slimmer still," Song Wen said.
"Fellow Daoist Ye Hua, you need not belittle yourself," Yuan Wu said.
Song Wen nodded slightly and said no more.
He looked up at the general outline of the Six-Aspects Prison-Suppressing Body floating in midair, feeling that everything that had happened in this tomb was steeped in strangeness-
It was as though they were being screened.
In the abyss outside the tomb, frigid winds howled year-round. Ordinary Mahayana-stage cultivators could scarcely withstand their onslaught, leaving the vast majority of Mahayana-stage cultivators and those of lower cultivation with no chance of entering the tomb at all.
Although the tomb itself posed little danger, neither its entrance nor the six bronze doors beyond it could be opened by anyone too weak. Behind the bronze doors, six ninth-rank demonic beasts stood guard.
Finally, there was the stone mountain beneath their feet.
The stone mountain contained flight-restricting and gravity restrictions. Even if someone weak reached its foot under the protection of their companions, they would ultimately be unable to reach the summit. If they forced themselves to climb, they would end up like the corpse encountered halfway up the mountain, worked to death, their life and cultivation extinguished.
If all the previous arrangements were meant to screen for those with exceptional strength and physiques, then comprehending the general outline of the Six-Aspects Prison-Suppressing Body was a test of insight and aptitude.
But why had Puxuan arranged these successive screenings after being dead for who knew how many years?
To find an ideal body