"Senior, what do you mean by this?"
Zhang Ergou couldn't help but ask, as the words of Qingya Saint's avatar left him confused.
"Once, as a group of powerful cultivators on this continent, I once looked down upon the world, believing the path of cultivation was merely diligent practice."
Qingya Saint spoke with a sigh.
"With my cultivation talent, breaking through the Mahayana realm and shattering that bottleneck was only a matter of time."
"Now, five hundred years have passed, and I, as an avatar left by the main body, am about to exhaust my power."
"I fear I will not live to see the main body break through and become a true immortal."
As he spoke, Qingya Saint's avatar became increasingly ethereal.
A bitter expression appeared on his face, yet it was tinged with a sense of release.
It was a complex look Zhang Ergou had never seen before.
Over the years since the main body left, this avatar had developed its own independent thoughts.
Yet, it could not truly separate itself, only relying on the energy left by the main body to sustain its existence.
For five hundred years, it had never left this altar.
Now, it no longer had the energy to maintain this mansion, and its mission was nearing its end.
However, before departing, it wished to impart some of what it had gained from the main body to this promising young man before him.
This was because the young man before him shared similarities with the main body.
More importantly, he possessed the perseverance to defy heaven and earth, as evident during the process of Zhang Ergou's physical body being completely reshaped on the seventh step of the ninth tier. Su Dan Novel Network.
Furthermore, Zhang Ergou's comprehension was the highest Qingya Saint had witnessed in years.
Over the past five hundred years, both Misty Sect and Liuhai Sect had organized numerous young disciples to seek opportunities here.
Each time, disciples would reach this altar.
They would also, through their own efforts, ascend the steps of this altar.
However, only Zhang Ergou had managed to combine the altar's pressure with his cultivation techniques to achieve a refining effect on his body.
In five hundred years, only Zhang Ergou.
This was why Qingya Saint's avatar favored Zhang Ergou.
At the moment of its impending departure, it decided to leave its inheritance to Zhang Ergou.
Along with the cultivation mansion of this Mahayana realm expert.
In fact, this mansion was merely the core of this secret realm.
And this entire secret realm was Qingya Saint's true cultivation abode, with all sorts of monstrous beasts being his formerly domesticated pets.
As Qingya Saint departed, these monstrous beasts gradually lost their control, and naturally reverted to their wild nature.
...
As Zhang Ergou accepted the inheritance from Qingya Saint's avatar, the world began to change color.
After all, it was the avatar of a Mahayana realm expert.
Even the power of an avatar was beyond Zhang Ergou and the others to face or comprehend.
The commotion here naturally caused changes in the heavens and the earth.
Suddenly, thunder roared, and wind and rain howled.
The disciples of Misty Sect and Liuhai Sect gathered outside the altar quickly used their spiritual energy to form a protective shield.
This prevented them from being soaked by the rain.
"Senior Brother, will Ergou be alright?"
Seeing Chen Gong and the others staring intently at the altar, Lin Yichen couldn't help but ask.
By now, only Zhang Ergou remained inside the altar.
Everyone was unaware of the situation within and could only wait.
However, Chen Gong chuckled bitterly and shook his head.
He also didn't know Zhang Ergou's current condition, but based on their last sensations.
He believed Zhang Ergou was likely not in danger inside.
Moreover, it was possible he might even encounter great fortune.
However, he didn't know how to explain this to his junior brothers and sisters.
It was best to wait for Zhang Ergou to emerge, then everything would be clear.
The group stood in the heavy rain for nearly half an hour before the downpour gradually subsided.
The thunder in the heavens and the earth began to dissipate.
The golden light on the altar also slowly dimmed.
"Is it ending?" Ling Feng'er murmured.
She was the only one who had personally witnessed the pain Zhang Ergou endured to finally reach the end of the ninth tier.
She had also seen the light flare intensely after Zhang Ergou entered the end of the ninth tier.
After that, she could see nothing more, only Zhang Ergou's back standing quietly in the golden light, bathed in its radiance.
Then they were teleported out.
Who would be most eager to know about Zhang Ergou's transformation?
Naturally, it was the Saintess of Liuhai Sect, Ling Feng'er, because she had had the opportunity to reach the end before Zhang Ergou.
But it was precisely her hesitation that made her completely lose that chance.
She was now filled with immense regret.
Of course, she was also desperate to know what powerful inheritance Zhang Ergou had received to cause such a great celestial phenomenon.
Even the breakthrough of a Nascent Soul cultivator would only result in dark clouds.
It would never cause raindrops to form, and such a torrential downpour indicated the immense power of the inheritance.
...
"Senior, travel well."
Towards the direction where Qingya Saint's avatar dissipated, Zhang Ergou knelt and bowed thrice.
He felt a heartfelt gratitude towards this senior he had never met.
Not only did he pass on his powerful inheritance to him in the end.
He even taught Zhang Ergou the method to control this mansion.
Now, Zhang Ergou had truly become the master of this mansion, and in his hand was the key to controlling it.
It was a palm-sized object shaped like a turtle shell.
Its color was dark, with mysterious patterns on it.
As Zhang Ergou, following Qingya Saint's instructions, poured spiritual energy into it along the patterns, the entire layout of the altar appeared in his mind.
Then, every corner of the mansion and the secret realm appeared in his mind.
"Heh heh, kid, you've truly hit the jackpot this time."
Suddenly, the voice of the old man of the snowy mountain, who had been feigning death in Zhang Ergou's sea of consciousness, rang out.
"Old man Xue, are you finally willing to show yourself?"
Zhang Ergou said grumpily, clearly still harboring resentment towards the old man of the snowy mountain for suddenly ignoring him earlier.
"Heh heh, that was because the situation was special. You know, this Qingya Saint was a Mahayana realm expert."
The old man of the snowy mountain paused, as if swallowing.
Clearly, a Mahayana stage cultivator exerted immense pressure on him.
"Even in a soul state, even a wisp of an avatar posed a fatal threat to me. And as you saw, this wisp of an avatar was on the verge of dissipation."
"If it had sensed my presence and consumed me to replenish its energy, where would I have gone to complain?"
Hearing the old man of the snowy mountain's explanation, Zhang Ergou's resentment subsided significantly.
As the old man of the snowy mountain said, as a soul body, he was the best supplement for Qingya Saint's avatar.
"Thus, with the matter here concluded, it's time to leave..."