Having mastered the first transformation of the Nine Transformations of Netherflame, his speed doubled. Speed was no longer a problem. Just as the time of one incense stick came to an end, he arrived at his destination.
Tiger Hill Slope was not a large hill. Its vegetation grew in bands, and in autumn, the grass and trees withered yellow like the stripes on a tiger's forehead—hence its name.
At the top of the slope stood an enormous, smooth boulder, several hundred meters across. Standing atop it and looking around, one could take in all the surrounding terrain at a glance.
Worthy of being the Painted World—the scenery was like a painting. Amid emerald mountain ranges, a river curled around like a jade belt. Its waters were crystal-clear, and sunlight reflected off the ripples like scales upon scales of fish.
"I never expected you to truly make it here within the time of one incense stick... How surprising!"
Elder Hao Yuan's voice rang out again, filled with astonishment.
He seemed baffled, unable to believe that this youth could complete the task.
"Are you... alive or dead?"
Hearing the other party's tone, Nie Yun could not help asking.
According to the records, Elder Hao Yuan should have died long ago. So why did it seem as though the man had personally witnessed his every move?
"Me? You could say I'm dead, or you could say I'm alive..." Elder Hao Yuan snorted. "Reaching this place only means you've passed one trial. There are still two more. Complete them, become my disciple, and receive my inheritance. Fail... and be erased!"
"Erased again..."
Hearing those words, the veins on Nie Yun's scalp throbbed wildly.
This fellow truly had a habit of erasing people. Nie Yun had never said he absolutely had to become his disciple...