He clenched his fist, and the golden dragon energy suddenly exploded in his palm, transforming into a golden wave that spread outwards, causing cracks to appear on the floor of the hall.
"Our Dragon Clan's supreme heritage, lost for countless years!"
"It actually ended up in the hands of an outsider?"
He stood there, his dark golden dragon eyes churning with complex emotions: doubt, anger, and confusion, and a very faint hint of... greed.
"Pass on my orders."
He spoke, his voice deep and authoritative. "Closely monitor the movements of the Lin Clan son. If he continues forward, do not stop him."
I'll wait for him in person at level 20.
He paused, then added, " The True Dragon Precious Technique should return to the Dragon Clan."
Concerning the supreme inheritance of the Dragon Clan, Long Aotian dared not delay. If he could obtain the True Dragon Precious Technique, he would be confident that he could sweep across the Ancient Road, and would not take Wang Teng, the Emperor's Son, or any ancient freaks seriously.
Long Aotian golden dragon eyes gazed deeper into the Immortal Ancient Ruins, in the direction where Lin Fan was located.
" True Dragon Precious Technique..."
He repeated in a low voice, his dragon eyes growing increasingly profound. "I... will wait for you to reach the twentieth level."
"At that time, all the scores will be settled together."
He paused, as if he had thought of something, and a slight smile appeared on his lips, "I hope you won't disappoint me."
He turned and walked deeper into the main hall.
Deep within the twenty-second level.
In an ancient, secret place, mist swirls and divine light shines.
A figure sat cross-legged on an ancient stone platform, exuding a rich Daoist aura, as if he were cultivating some supreme technique.
He slowly opened his eyes, and deep within his pupils, it seemed as if the sun, moon, and stars were flowing.
Wang Teng.
A middle-aged man stood beside the stone platform and asked in a low voice, "Divine Child, the Lin Clan Son has already passed the thirteenth level and is advancing towards the fourteenth. Should we send someone to intercept him?"
Wang Teng didn't turn his head, but simply said, "No need."
The middle-aged man frowned slightly. "But... this child has already killed several ancient freaks, including Huntian of the Holy Spirit Clan and the True Dragon Precious Technique of the Dragon Clan. His strength should not be underestimated. If we allow him to grow unchecked..."
Wang Teng glanced at him. "Are you afraid he'll grow up too fast and become a great enemy of our clan?"
The middle-aged man said in a low voice, "This boy's talent is indeed extraordinary. He possesses the Chaos Gods and Devils Body, Double Pupils, and a celestial artifact. If left unchecked..."
"So what if we let it go?" Wang Teng's tone remained calm. "Everyone who's gotten this far has a few trump cards up their sleeve. What he has, others have too."
He closed his eyes again, his voice gradually lowering. "Those who reach the end in the Immortal Ancient Ruins never rely on talent, but on faith."
"If he doesn't even have the conviction to stand before me, then he is not worthy to be my opponent."
The middle-aged man remained silent for a moment, then ultimately did not offer any further advice, bowed, and withdrew.
Silence returned to the hall.
Only the faint Daoist aura emanating from Wang Teng continued to circulate.
He suddenly opened his eyes and looked in a certain direction in the void. His gaze seemed to pass through countless barriers and land on a white-clad figure that was rapidly advancing.
" The Lin Clan son... I'm a little curious."
He whispered something, then closed his eyes again.
Level 14: A desolate plain.
At this moment, Lin Fan was standing in front of a tall, entirely black tower.
The tower is about a hundred stories high and is made entirely of a stone with a dark red luster. The surface of the tower is covered with intricate ancient runes.
From the ground to the top, the tower extends upwards in layers.
Each layer is like an independent little world, gradually narrowing in the void until it merges into the dark golden mist deep in the sky, with no end in sight.
Nearly three or four hundred cultivators had already gathered at the base of the tower.
There were humans, and there were Demon Race. There were even geniuses from various royal families and ancient lineages, their bodies wrapped in different colors of law light, sitting cross-legged around the base of the tower.
There were too many people.
Some are still observing, while others have already gone in.
The ancient runes on the tower's surface glowed faintly, and with each flash, a figure was drawn into the tower.
"This tower is called the Tower of Babel."
Ji Kun was quickly explaining to Lin Fan, "This tower is said to be a legacy left behind by a peak Quasi-Emperor from an ancient era."
"It's said they were once incredibly powerful, controlling a large province!"
"Later, for some unknown reason, the entire clan declined and could no longer inherit their legacy!"
"No one knows exactly what kind of inheritance it is. Some say it's a cultivation technique, some say it's a divine weapon, and some even say that the complete Dao Fruit of that Quasi-Emperor is hidden at the top of the tower."
"The last guardian left his legacy in this tower, waiting for a destined person to claim it."
"Most importantly, this tower is open to all races; anyone can enter."
"After entering the tower, everyone will start on the first floor and then climb up floor by floor."
"The higher the floor, the greater the pressure."
"Each level will present a different kind of trial; sometimes it's a trap or array, sometimes it's an ancient puppet, sometimes it's a soul illusion, and sometimes... it's even your own past."
"And..."
Ji Kun lowered his voice. "People are hunting each other inside. There are no rules, no restrictions in the tower."
Ji Kun said, "The first level is alright, everyone goes their own way, but the higher you go, the fewer resources there are and the narrower the path becomes. I heard that above the thirtieth level, some people are blocking the entrance, specifically waiting for those who have just broken through to steal their opportunities."
After listening, Lin Fan nodded. "I understand."
Ji Kun: "What are the Emperor's plans?"
At that moment, a system notification sounded: [Ding! Son of Fortune, Shen Qianqiu!]
Lin Fan glanced at the ancient tower, his eyes gleaming. "Interesting. The Son of Fortune should be inside the tower. Let's go up and take a look."
He walked toward the tower gate.
The cultivators who were observing at the base of the tower all turned to look at him. Some of them recognized him, and their expressions changed.
" The Lin Clan son! He wants to enter the tower too!"
"Did you hear? He killed Huntian of the Holy Spirit Clan at the thirteenth level! That Hun Huntian was a ruthless guy who came back from the twentieth level!"
"Holy crap... how come we're already at level fourteen in such a short time?"
"Someone from the Dragon Clan spread the word that Long Aotian is waiting for him ahead, but he doesn't seem to be in a hurry at all."
The murmurs were neither loud nor soft, but loud enough for Lin Fan to hear.
He pretended not to hear it.
With a single step, the runes on the tower gate suddenly lit up, and a dark golden light curtain engulfed him.
In a flash, he found himself standing in a spacious hall.