Chosen One, how did I end up as the villain?

The atmosphere was somewhat somber, and the group stared at the mysterious stone in the sky, unable to come up with a solution.

Qin Huaiyu hesitated for a moment and asked:

"Is there anyone else who wants to try?"

Ci Ning shook her head. She knew that her strength was far inferior to Qian Yuan's. If he was like this, what about her?

As for the so-called fate, nobody believes in that stuff!

The little guy simply pouted, giving off an "whoever wants to go, go ahead" look.

It has a heritage to carry on, so there's no need to take this risk.

The strongest member of the team, Youlong, simply waved his hand.

He was self-aware; the restrictions on the Heavenly Ladder were set up by the master of the dojo, clearly restraining the Nether Spirit. If this stone truly contained something, it was probably even more powerful against him.

Seeing that none of the three were willing, Xia Qing stepped forward and said:

"How about I give it a try?"

"Of course," Qin Huaiyu said.

"If there really is a lineage, what should be done?" Xia Qing's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly; she didn't want to be attacked from both sides.

Ha, this woman is quite thoughtful.

Qin Huaiyu didn't mince words and said directly:

"Don't worry, I'm not that despicable. I swear to God!"

"That's not necessary. I trust the title of literary leader!"

After Xia Qing finished speaking, he moved and went directly to the stone tablet.

She channeled her nightmare power, causing a dark pink aura to surge around her, and then reached out and pressed down on the stone tablet.

The monument remains unchanged, and the space remains as tranquil as ever.

One second, two seconds...

Time passed swiftly like sand and dust, and in a short while, it exceeded the time that Qian Yuan had been waiting for.

Xia Qing pressed against the stone tablet as before, her posture unchanged, but the aura around her grew stronger.

"She succeeded?" Youlong frowned.

Ci Ning pursed her lips tightly, and her hands unconsciously tightened.

She was very unwilling. She could accept this opportunity if it fell to any of the four of them, but she couldn't let it go to a newcomer who had just joined.

Why should I?!

The little guy seemed to sense her dissatisfaction and said:

"Don't rush, it's not that simple. The energy fluctuations around her are still increasing."

Qian Yuan's face darkened. Impossible, she couldn't possibly succeed. What she was seeing now was just an illusion, and it couldn't fool anyone!

If I can't have her, why should she?

Of course, Qin Huaiyu didn't care what the others were thinking at this moment; he stared intently at Xia Qing.

Something's not right, the energy is increasing too fast!

It doesn't seem like inheritance, it seems more like resistance.

Just as they were thinking this, suddenly, the stone tablet erupted with an even more terrifying energy fluctuation.

He only heard a "poof" sound.

When they looked again, Xia Qing had already spat out a mouthful of blood and had suddenly retreated.

Unlike Qian Yuan's flight, she merely took a step back.

"Thump, thump, thump..."

The sound of footsteps on the ground was crisp and clear.

It wasn't until he was about ten steps away that he finally came to a complete stop.

Xia Qing's complexion was also extremely poor; her beautiful face was pale and she looked exhausted.

"You failed too?" he asked.

Xia Qing wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, forced a bitter smile, and said:

"It will be very difficult to succeed; the things inside are simply beyond my level of cultivation."

"It's not a restriction."

Xia Qing shook her head. "It is a form of inheritance, but the method is different. There are no words, no scriptures, only performance!"

Upon hearing this, everyone present was stunned, especially Qian Yuan, whose chubby face stiffened with a frozen expression.

It wasn't a restriction; what was that force anyway? I didn't even see anything before I was sent flying.

Is it because I'm not qualified...?

"Is deduction a form of magic?" Qin Huaiyu understood somewhat, but not entirely.

Xia Qing took a breath and said:

"I can't explain it clearly. You should go and see for yourself. My knowledge is limited."

Qin Huaiyu raised an eyebrow. "You seem certain that I'll go."

"Otherwise what?"

Xia Qing had an expression that seemed to see right through him.

Hey, this woman... never mind. After all, I have ulterior motives, and if that gets out, it might cause unnecessary trouble.

Qin Huaiyu didn't answer. He glanced at his three companions, then slipped to the stone tablet.

"Brother, be careful!" Youlong warned.

Qin Huaiyu nodded, then mobilized his Nightmare Power and placed his hand on the stone tablet.

The instant of contact.

An extremely strong suction force suddenly came, and before one could react, one's divine sense had already left the body.

The surrounding scenery disappeared, and all that could be seen was darkness, but this process did not last long.

As the sunlight burst forth, towering mountains rose from the ground, springs gushed forth, which then formed rivers, eventually converging into the sea with rolling waves.

A halo rose straight up into the sky, a vast expanse of azure, where stagnant air formed clouds that floated in the air.

Standing atop a mountain peak, Qin Huaiyu gazed at the azure sea and sky that had suddenly appeared, and for a moment he felt as if he had experienced a creation of the world.

The instigator this time was not Pangu, but someone not far from him.

To be precise, he was a special old man.

The old man stood with his hands behind his back, his posture upright, and his white hair was casually draped behind his head.

He possessed a restrained aura, seemingly an ordinary person, yet inexplicably gave off a strong sense of sharpness, like a drawn sword, its edge fully revealed, making people dare not look directly at him.

In addition, what is even more unusual is that the old man's body still shows veins and acupoints.

Qin Huaiyu saw it all clearly.

What does this mean? Isn't it supposed to be about interpretation?

Could it be inside...?

But isn't that a bit too abstract...?

Just as I was thinking this, as if to echo his sentiment, an acupoint on the old man's body not far away suddenly lit up.

"This is……"

Qin Huaiyu was shocked.

"This is……"

Qin Huaiyu was shocked.

But that wasn't the end. The aura emanating from the acupoint shot along a meridian, illuminating another acupoint, followed by another meridian, another acupoint...

Until it reaches the arm.

At this moment, the old man slowly raised his hand, and an extremely powerful aura instantly spread out.

Qin Huaiyu was immediately struck by the impact, and his divine sense was almost instantly overwhelmed.

There was no pain, but the body formed by divine thought had begun to crack, and consciousness suddenly became blurred.

external

The five people were intently staring at Qin Huaiyu on the high platform of the stone tablet.

Suddenly, a muffled "poof" broke the silence.

The five men's eyes narrowed as they saw Qin Huaiyu, like the other two, coughing up blood and frowning deeply.

"Is this going to be another failure?" Ci Ning felt a strange tightness in her chest.

She believed that this opportunity should have belonged to Qin Huaiyu, and that there was nothing he couldn't accomplish along the way.

But what is this...?

The little guy got a bit angry, glared at him with wide eyes, and cursed:

"These ancient powerful beings are just incompetent. They have a perfectly good inheritance, but they insist on making so many twists and turns, and they even call it selecting good talents. What a load of rubbish!"

I think they're just bored and have nothing better to do; they deserve to have no successors!

Youlong also agreed wholeheartedly. He frowned and said:

"When you come out, brother, take this broken stele away and sever this lineage completely. Choosing a successor? Let's see how it chooses!"

Seeing this, Qian Yuan felt at peace. So what if they are strong? If I can't have it, you can't either.

This inheritance is so damn fair!

"Don't worry, everyone!"

Xia Qing remained calm and said:

"No one can say for sure until the very last moment."

"What do you mean? There's still hope? But didn't you fail in the same way?" Ci Ning asked, puzzled.

Xia Qing's lips twitched slightly; this girl really knew how to talk.

"I am who I am, and I don't represent him. Spitting blood isn't a sign of failure; it just means that old man has appeared!"

"Old man..."

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