When the Hall of Inheritance was mentioned, Great Saint Goumang's tone revealed barely suppressed shock.
His eyes grew increasingly horrified as he carefully examined the Divine Script on the surrounding murals. The more he looked, the more astonished he became. Finally, he shook his head, unsure whether to smile bitterly or sigh. But in the end, amidst the questioning gazes of the two girls, he finally spoke.
"It is indeed the Hall of Inheritance."
"This is the Inheritance Hall from the Central Continent, also known as the Central Divine Continent. Its master was a Saint King who visited the Endless Sea more than 100,000 years ago."
"Just as the Endless Sea underwent a dramatic change, all those who ventured there were unable to return home. Forced to remain, unwilling to waste their days in the lower realm, they lingered in the Nine Heavens, yet never found a way out."
"In the end, she perished in the interlayer of the Nine Heavens of the Endless Sea, leaving behind her legacy there before her demise."
As he spoke, Great Saint Goumang sighed again.
" The Divine Script on this object contains a great deal of information, but in essence, it boils down to just two words."
Which two characters?
Before Su Lianxin and Lin Ling could ask, Great Saint Goumang was already lost in thought as he stared at the mural. He murmured to himself, whether unconsciously or trying to tell them, only managing to utter two barely audible syllables.
"Returning home."
Returning home...
Those two words stirred the hearts of those who heard them, including Su Lianxin and Lin Ling. Although they couldn't read the Divine Script, they could still sense the endless sorrow in those two light words.
In particular, how could they not long for the day when they could return to their hometown?
"A dramatic change..."
Recovering from her slight daze, Su Lianxin noticed something else. She pursed her lips and humbly asked a question.
"May I ask, Great Saint, what dramatic change occurred in the Endless Sea back then?"
What terrifying event could have severed the passage between the two realms?
What kind of immense power would be needed to accomplish such a feat?
What exactly happened in the Endless Sea back then?
From Great Saint Goumang's words, it's not hard to tell that Eastern Continent was once incredibly prosperous, able to travel with other continents. But now, it has become like this, isolated from the world, with even the Saint King trapped here, practically a naked cage.
But this question stumped even the Great Saint Goumang.
He pondered for a moment, but ultimately couldn't help but shake his head helplessly.
"I don't know."
"You don't know either?" Lin Ling asked, somewhat surprised.
If even the powerful figures of the Vast Sea Saint Dynasty didn't know, then who else could?
"That's right," the Great Saint Goumang said calmly without any concealment, "This part of the record is taboo, and the Divine Script inscriptions on this mural are also vague, but..."
The lines at the corners of his eyes revealed a hint of seriousness, and his voice was heavy with emotion.
"It mentions here..."
"Immortal."
"An immortal?" The two women were surprised, their eyes filled with confusion and a hint of astonishment. "Is it... the immortal of an immortal?"
The existence of immortals has always been ethereal and elusive.
In the Profound Domain, or rather in the Eastern Continent, there are indeed immortals.
But that applies to ordinary people.
To mortals, these cultivators are immortals.
However, it's clear that the Great Saint Goumang wasn't referring to this immortal.
He nodded and said, "That's right, it is an immortal, but this immortal is not that immortal. This is the first time I've confirmed the division of realms above the Saint Realm. Before, I even thought it was just a rumor."
"Legend has it that above the Saint Realm lies the Great Saint, followed by the Saint King, the Saint Lord Saint Lord, and then..."
"That is, to become an immortal."
The Great Saint Goumang knew nothing about immortals.
He once even thought it was just a legend.
The surrounding murals end after walking for several miles.
However, as dusk settles into the winding, long corridor of murals, one can vaguely sense the darkness and gloom within the palace, where day and night are indistinguishable. The further one goes, the more somber it becomes, almost allowing one to feel the emotions of the people who sculpted the murals at that time.
From initial wonder to final despair.
Until utter silence.
Su Lianxin and Lin Ling didn't even dare to look up the whole way.
At first, they could still take a look, but as time went on, even without the Great Saint Goumang's reminder, they could feel the pain and inner demons that were almost like a chronic illness, howling and trying to attach themselves to their Divine Sense.
The two lowered their eyes and silently chanted "Qingxin" (a Buddhist prayer), using almost all their strength to reach the end.
And just as they reached the end, before they could even wipe the sweat from their brows, they heard a faint laugh escape from the throat of the Great Saint Goumang beside them.
"Found it."
His tone carried a hint of joy, and then Su Lianxin felt a warm sensation envelop her consciousness. The voice of the Great Saint Goumang, tinged with emotion, rang in their ears.
"You two, now you can look up. Look at the places I've lit for you with my Spiritual Power. If I'm not mistaken, these places definitely hold immense fortuitous opportunity. If you're lucky enough to receive the inheritance left by this senior, you might even have the chance to become Saint Lord!"
Su Lianxin was slightly taken aback, and then felt a surge of joy. After confirming that she was not hallucinating, she and Lin Ling looked up and around.
With the Divine Sense of the Great Saint Goumang protecting them, although the pressure of looking at the mural was still great, it was not to the point that their consciousness would be crushed and they would be seriously injured immediately.
Around them was the last mural, a completely new mural that had nothing to do with the previous ones.
The content depicted on it, however, is astonishing.
This is because it has nothing to do with cultivators; what is engraved here is only mortals.
One mural, eight scenes.
"Can you figure anything out?"
The voice of the Great Saint Goumang rang in my ears.
Su Lianxin nodded hesitantly.
"... What is depicted here are, respectively, birth, old age, sickness, death, being with those one hates, being separated from those one loves, not getting what one wants, and the five aggregates in their burning state."
"Not bad." Even though they weren't his disciples, the Great Saint Goumang couldn't help but feel gratified.
He gave a word of approval, then couldn't help but sigh.
"The legacy is hidden within these eight paintings. Whether you can achieve it depends on your own fortuitous opportunity. However... there is one more thing I must make clear to you first."
"It is highly possible for someone to become Saint Lord, but the Eastern Continent will not allow Saint Lord to emerge!"
What...?
Both women were somewhat bewildered, and before they could process what he said, Great Saint Goumang's next words followed immediately.
"Even a hundred thousand years ago, the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi and Principle of the Eastern Continent would absolutely not allow Saint Lord to appear here. The power of Saint Lord is far too great; the Eastern Continent cannot bear such a being. Therefore... have you two little girls thought this through?"
"If you wish to inherit this legacy, you must travel to the Central Continent!"