Divine General Legacy

"Is this the Divine General Legacy?"

Fang Yan gritted his teeth and stepped onto the second stair.

Another wave of impact struck.

From barely being able to move at first, Fang Yan gradually came to understand his own strength.

"Heh! Damn it, I really am no genius!"

So Fang Yan stopped rushing upward. Instead, he advanced steadily, grinding his way up one stair at a time.

Eight hundred years passed.

Fang Yan stood on the 3,331st stair, his entire aura becoming extraordinarily restrained.

His soul had been tempered through countless shocks, growing ever more resilient.

"Almost there."

Fang Yan murmured, then sat cross-legged and closed his eyes.

When Fang Yan opened his eyes again, he suddenly took two steps forward.

The 3,333rd stair!

The instant Fang Yan's foot landed on that stair, the entire divine hall shook violently.

Golden light surged in from all directions, flooding over Fang Yan like a tide.

An ancient, dignified voice rang out in his mind, carrying an unusually perceptible emotional fluctuation.

"You are the nineteenth inheritor to reach this place and meet the conditions for the first-tier reward."

Fang Yan panted heavily. Eight hundred years of climbing had caused his mind-force amplitude to soar to 3,333.

That was a boost of more than thirty times!

The golden light slowly condensed, forming two objects before Fang Yan.

The first was a saber.

Its blade was about three feet long, entirely a very pale cyan, as though it had been solidified from wind.

"Wind-Listening Fang."

Fang Yan held the saber horizontally before his eyes and lightly ran his fingertips across its blade.

"A secret treasure worth several million chaos units."

He smiled and stored Wind-Listening Fang in his world ring.

Though this item was precious, the true highlight for Fang Yan was the second item.

It was a cup.

The cup was no larger than a fist, translucent amber throughout, filled with a pale golden liquid.

The liquid was extremely viscous. As it gently swayed in the cup, it gave off a wave after wave of intoxicating fragrance.

Fang Yan took just one breath of it and felt a longing tremor rise from the depths of his soul.

Wind-Commanding Flow Liquid, also worth over a million chaos units.

It could strengthen the soul. More importantly, it could improve one's compatibility with the Law of Wind and the Time Law.

Without any hesitation, Fang Yan raised the cup and drained the Wind-Commanding Flow Liquid in one gulp.

The pale golden liquid melted as soon as it entered his mouth, like countless unimaginably fine threads spreading from his throat through his limbs and bones before finally converging in the depths of his soul.

Fang Yan felt as if his soul had been soaked in a hot spring, warm and comfortable.

That feeling lasted for roughly the time it took an incense stick to burn.

When the final wisp of golden thread merged into his soul, Fang Yan slowly opened his eyes.

"Good stuff."

Fang Yan rose to his feet, his gaze passing over the stairs before him and turning toward the heights above.

The 3,333rd stair was only the beginning. Fang Yan took a deep breath and continued upward.

The farther he climbed, the more terrifying the mental assaults became.

After the 4,000th stair, every stair was like an invisible barrier that required the full strength of his soul to force through.

At the 4,520th stair.

Fang Yan's foot hung in midair, unable to come down no matter what he did.

This was his limit.

Eight hundred years of arduous cultivation, the first-tier reward at the 3,333rd stair, then another eleven hundred-plus stairs climbed—the 4,520th stair was Fang Yan's ceiling.

Looking at the stair he could no longer take another step beyond, Fang Yan laughed.

His laughter echoed through the empty divine hall, carrying a touch of madness and an excitement he could not suppress.

"Wind-Nurturing Divine General, huh..."

Fang Yan raised his right hand and spread open his palm.

The chirping of a cicada rang through the divine hall.

"But sorry."

The corners of Fang Yan's mouth slowly curved upward, his eyes gleaming astonishingly beneath the golden light.

"I want a refill!"

Time Reversal!

As the familiar cicada chirp slowly drifted through the divine hall, the empty amber cup in Fang Yan's palm began to change.

The few drops of pale golden liquid left on the cup's walls trembled first, then seemed to be fished back from the river of time by an invisible hand.

The golden liquid level slowly rose from the bottom of the cup, changing from a few lingering drops into a shallow layer, then rising from that shallow layer to half a cup, until it finally returned to a full cup.

Wind-Commanding Flow Liquid reappeared in the cup, and its soul-stirring fragrance spread once more.

Fang Yan lifted the cup and drained it in a single gulp.

That comforting sensation of his soul soaking in a hot spring washed over him again. He could clearly feel his soul strength increase by another trace, while the compatibility between the Law of Wind and the Time Law grew another degree closer.

When the last wisp of golden thread merged into his soul, Fang Yan opened his eyes and stepped onto the 4,521st stair.

This time, his foot landed firmly.

Fang Yan grinned. The days that followed entered a monotonous yet frenzied cycle.

Climb to his limit, drink the Wind-Commanding Flow Liquid, strengthen his soul, push his limit higher, then climb again and drink again.

Three hundred and seventy years later, Fang Yan stood on the 5,430th stair.

Seven hundred years later, he stood on the 6,300th stair.

In the 1,200th year, Fang Yan finally stood upon the 6,666th stair.

The entire divine hall shook violently!

An ancient voice rang out in his mind, its tone carrying obvious shock.

"You are the third inheritor to reach this place and meet the conditions for the second-tier reward."

The corners of Fang Yan's mouth lifted.

Third place—this meant that before him, only two people had ever stood before this altar.

Golden light condensed over the altar. This time, the radiance was a full five times more intense than that of the first tier.

The light made Fang Yan narrow his eyes slightly, but he saw with perfect clarity that two objects emerged within it.

The first was a spear.

Fang Yan reached out and grasped its shaft.

"Replica Windbearing Divine Spear."

The instant it entered his hand, an enormous flood of information poured into his mind.

It was a replica of the Wind-Nurturing Divine General's treasured spear. Though it was not a true supreme treasure, it was still enough to crush ordinary Immortal secret treasures.

"Worth at least ten million chaos units."

Fang Yan stored the Replica Windbearing Divine Spear in his world ring and turned his gaze toward the second item.

It was a jade ewer three times larger than the cup of Wind-Commanding Flow Liquid. Its body was entirely amber, while the liquid inside was a rich flowing gold, nearly blazing white.

As the liquid gently swayed within the ewer, its fragrance awakened an unprecedented longing in the depths of Fang Yan's soul.

Wind-Flow Origin Liquid!

An advanced version of Wind-Commanding Flow Liquid, worth about the same as the Replica Windbearing Divine Spear.

Fang Yan held up the jade ewer and, without any hesitation, tilted his head back and drained all the Wind-Flow Origin Liquid inside.

The moment the blazing golden liquid entered his mouth, Fang Yan looked toward the heights above.

At the end of the stairs stood a massive divine throne whose outline could faintly be seen.

The 10,000th stair.

The core of the Divine General Legacy.

Once he stepped onto it, Fang Yan would obtain the complete legacy of the Wind-Nurturing Divine General.

But he would also be completely locked in by the power of the legacy, unable for the rest of his life to break through to the realm of a Universe Overlord.

"Universe Overlord..."

Fang Yan softly repeated those four words.