"But—"
The old man paused, spat out a chicken bone, then turned to Chen Qiu with a half-smile. "Young friend, you and I do share a certain affinity. You truly do have some talent and fortune on the path of a Dharma cultivator."
"You might really be able to make it through this Dharma Cultivator Inheritance."
By this point, a full hour had passed since Chen Qiu arrived on this beach.
Finally!
Chen Qiu saw an old man with white hair and beard, looking rather immortal and sage-like, striding across the sea toward him. Golden light flashed beneath his feet with every step, as though the ends of the earth were but inches apart.
In the blink of an eye—
He was already standing expressionlessly before Chen Qiu, and that familiar, ethereal, ancient voice rang out beside his ear once more.
"You have successfully passed the first trial."
What was strange was—
Although Chen Qiu could see the old man's lips moving, and his mouth matched the voice by his ear, the sound itself echoed directly from the depths of his mind, just like the way the Heavenly Dao Edict transmitted its voice.
Only, it lacked some of the oppressive weight carried by the Heavenly Dao Edict.
Afterward—
The old man ignored him, walked off to the side, sat cross-legged on the ground, closed his eyes, and began circulating his cultivation method. Instantly, the spiritual energy between heaven and earth was drawn in like a whale drinking water, transforming into a tornado that poured into the old man's body.
"Don't rush."
The fortune-telling old man sitting nearby and eating roast chicken glanced at the dignified-looking elder not far away, who was greedily drawing in spiritual energy. His grin nearly reached his ears, and he looked thoroughly delighted. "That