How is that possible?
"The dark horse has already come out, but he's still inside? Did he die in the tower?"
"Impossible! That's the Lin Clan son of the Lin family!"
"Where is he now?"
The group looked at each other in bewilderment.
Shen Qianqiu was also dumbfounded. The inheritance was within reach; he was just one step away from reaching the top!
Could it be that the flash of light just now really meant someone had passed the ninety-eighth level?
He desperately wanted to shake his head and say, "Impossible..."
Only by understanding just how difficult level 98 is can you know that passing it instantly is absolutely impossible...
But the facts were right in front of him...
At this moment, a cultivator uttered a startling statement. "What we're saying is, could it be... that the one who cleared the level is the Lin Clan son!"
"How is this possible?"
Everyone was incredulous.
It should be noted that from the moment Lin Fan entered the tower to the strange occurrence within the Ancient Tower, less than ten breaths had passed...
In this short time, many people can't even get past the first hurdle.
Not to mention completing the game in ten seconds...
That's impossible!
At that moment, the tower shook once again.
The light rekindled at the base of the tower, climbing rapidly from the first floor to the tenth, then the fiftieth floor...
It moved as fast as a golden lightning bolt.
As the beam of light shot straight to the top of the tower, layers of crimson light bloomed across the entire tower, and a figure in white appeared in the sky—it was Lin Fan. Everyone understood what was happening.
"Isn't this the Lin Clan son?"
Outside the tower, over three hundred cultivators were all stunned. "Holy crap, he really got the inheritance! He was only inside for ten seconds!"
Break the formation in ten seconds?
"Ten seconds to seize the inheritance?"
"This... how monstrous is this?"
"Wait, wasn't he only inside for less than fifteen minutes?"
"Didn't we think the dark horse got the inheritance? He didn't even get a sip... So the real inheritance was taken by the Lin family's Lin Clan son who just went in ten seconds ago?"
"Complete the game in ten seconds, what does that even mean...?"
" The Lin Clan son... he has taken over the inheritance."
Hearing the murmurs of the crowd, Shen Qianqiu clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white.
This legacy should have been his...
Inside the tower.
Lin Fan stood in an empty stone chamber at the top of the tower, with a jade slip engraved with dark gold floating in front of him.
The densely packed runes exuded an extremely ancient aura.
He had just reached out and touched the jade slip when he felt a massive torrent of information flood into his mind.
The complete inheritance of the Peak Quasi-Emperor... the first half of the Six Paths of Reincarnation Heavenly Art.
There was also a message left by that Quasi-Emperor: "Those who receive my inheritance will be the inheritors of my path! There is no need to kowtow, no need to kneel! Just remember... this path will one day face an even higher being."
"A higher existence?"
Lin Fan raised an eyebrow.
Before he could think about it, the jade slip automatically merged into his palm, transforming into a dark golden light pattern.
" Six Paths of Reincarnation Heavenly Art!"
Lin Fan frowned; he seemed to have heard of the legend of this cultivation technique...
Legend has it that in the Immortal Ancient Era, there was a Reincarnation Immortal King who cultivated the Six Paths of Reincarnation Heavenly Art! He was in charge of the Six Paths of Reincarnation! His strength and power were comparable to the creation of the universe!
Unfortunately, it seems that the Reincarnation Immortal King perished in the ancient battle!
It's at least a supreme immortal technique, and it actually fell into the hands of a Quasi-Emperor... It's a pity it's not the complete version of the immortal technique, but he still managed to get a lucky break!
"Boom!"
Before Lin Fan could think further, the entire tower beneath him trembled violently.
All the runes went out at the same time, then lit up again, then went out again, as if they had completed a long farewell.
[Ding! Host has successfully seized the inheritance of the Heaven-Reaching Tower, the Six Paths of Reincarnation Heavenly Art!]
[Ding! The host has seized the opportunity from Shen Qianqiu, the Son of Fortune of destiny, and has gained 500,000 Villain Points!]
[Ding! Host's cultivation has slightly improved; both the Law of Chaos and the Law of the Fist Dao have increased!]
[Ding! Host has successfully cleared the level. The tower is about to collapse. Please leave as soon as possible.]
Half a million Villain Points?
Lin Fan looked down at the dark golden light pattern on his palm, then felt the new power slowly flowing through his body, and his expression changed slightly.
"This tower... it's like I barely had to use any force before it handed me the inheritance."
He glanced at the walls of the stone chamber.
The runes are getting dimmer and dimmer.
He looked down at the light patterns on his palm, brushed off the non-existent dust from his robes, and turned to walk toward the tower gate.
"It's almost like getting something for free..."
As he walked, he muttered to himself, "That Son of Fortune... he's probably furious by now, isn't he?"
As he walked out of the tower gate...
The sunlight outside the tower fell directly on Lin Fan, who looked ethereal in his white robes, a wicked smile playing on his lips.
The entire Heaven-Reaching Tower emitted a dull cracking sound behind it.
From the base to the top, it crumbled inch by inch, eventually turning into countless dark golden fragments that fluttered down.
" The Lin Clan son has emerged!"
Everyone was shocked, but by then they had accepted the truth.
The tower is gone.
The tradition has also disappeared.
Shen Qianqiu stood there, staring at the figure in white, momentarily stunned.
His clenched fist trembled slightly.
He studied the strategy guide for three days and three nights, memorizing almost every mechanism, every hidden compartment, and every challenge from the first to the eightieth floor.
But the person who actually stands at the top of the tower is not him.
The figure in white walked unhurriedly past the ruins, his steps light and easy.
Lin Fan raised his eyes and glanced at the crowd outside the tower.
His gaze swept across the faces of the cultivators, finally settling in one direction.
There stood a young man in a blue robe, holding a broken ancient jade slip in his hand, staring at him with an almost frozen gaze.
Shen Qianqiu's lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something.
Lin Fan glanced at him.
A system notification sounded: [Ding! Detected the Son of Fortune, Shen Qianqiu. Current status: The host has seized his predetermined inheritance, and Shen Qianqiu is now hostile towards this host.]
[Name of the Son of Fortune: Shen Qianqiu ]
[Identity: The last surviving member of the Shen Clan, the reincarnation of the Reincarnation Immortal King.]
[Life Script: Born a cursed lone star, destined to bring death to the entire Shen Clan family at birth, he was taken in as a disciple by a passing Daoist priest, stepping into the immortal realm. He made rapid progress, obtaining the Six Paths of Reincarnation Heavenly Art in Immortal Ancient Ruins, awakening some memories, and showing his talent. In the future, he will become an immortal and break through the immortal gate...]
Lin Fan withdrew his gaze and stood with his hands behind his back.
Shen Qianqiu's face stood out in the crowd.
The eyes of those around him were still fixed on him, and his face seemed to be filled with anger, resentment, and humiliation.
Lin Fan didn't even glance at him a second time before turning and leaving.
Dragons don't care about the anger of ants!
Lin Fan didn't kill him either. Shen Qianqiu's identity was special, and he was a very Villain Points...
Firstly, they couldn't bear to kill him; they wanted to take as much as possible from him!
Secondly, this kind of reincarnation is very troublesome. Like Luo Chen back then, once he died, he might awaken his past life memories... and launch a counterattack before his death!
He was somewhat wary!
Once we're outside the ruins, with the elders protecting us, it won't be too late to kill them...
Shen Qianqiu watched Lin Fan's retreating figure, her lips pressed tightly together, her knuckles turning white. " Lin Fan, the Lin Clan..."
I'll remember you!
He muttered something under his breath, his tone carrying an indescribable heaviness. "What you took, I will take back."
But he didn't shout it out, nor did he rush forward.
He knew that his current strength was not enough.
He glanced down at the shattered ancient jade slip in his hand, crushed it into powder, and tossed it into the air.
The powder drifted in the wind, like his last vestige of fantasy, falling away with it.
In the distance, the figure in white had reached the edge of the plain. "The chives aren't plump enough yet, let them grow a little longer before harvesting!"