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After a long while, Wu Xuan's voice rang out again, carrying an indescribable meaning: "Holder of the Xuanwu Mark, your choice is unexpected, yet... reasonable."

It has made a decision.

Ten thousand years is too long, and so are a few years; it doesn't want to gamble on that probability anymore.

As soon as the words were spoken, the chaotic void suddenly collapsed inward.

The stripped-away memories flooded back into his mind like a burst dam.

He became the young man carrying the coffin again, still standing in front of the stone tablet.

The memories of the travelers of yesteryear vanished like the wind, and the current Chen Guan was completely unaware of them. In his eyes, everything had passed in the blink of an eye.

"You have passed the test." Wu Xuan's voice echoed in his mind: "Bearer of the Xuanwu Mark, you have found your third path."

As Wu Xuan spoke, the totem on the stone tablet appeared, spun on its own, and then peeled off the stone surface, turning into a stream of light that flew toward the coffin.

Almost at the same moment, the fragment of the Xuanwu Token in his hand jumped out on its own.

The two fragments met in mid-air and fit together perfectly.

The burst of light made the entire stone chamber as bright as day.

The light faded, and a complete Xuanwu token hung quietly in Chen Guan's palm.

An ancient and rustic atmosphere is immediately apparent.

The token was entirely black, engraved with complex and mysterious runes, which Chen Guan still couldn't understand.

"The Xuanwu Token is not just a simple token of inheritance."

Wu Xuan's voice echoed in his mind, tinged with solemnity.

"It is the key to balance, the proof of mastering the power of the past, and it can unlock far more than just the secrets of the Xuanwu lineage."

"I have guarded this place for a hundred years, waiting for a true owner."

"Now that my wish has been fulfilled, the rest of the journey is up to you."

Chen Guan stroked the warm, smooth token with his fingertips, pondering the deeper meaning in Wu Xuan's words.

He hadn't examined the piece in Long Ao's hand closely, but since the fragment Baihu had given him could be transformed into a complete token, it was enough to show that this place was related to the Guiyuan Group.

The complete Xuanwu Token gleamed softly in his palm, and an ancient map unfolded in his mind.

The map is crisscrossed with mountains and rivers, dotted with numerous locations, some domestic and some overseas, and some even outside human jurisdiction.

Before there was time for further thought, at the very moment the coffin inside the tower obtained the key to balance, the balance of the world outside the tower was rapidly tilting.

Yin Chen and Hong Yuan emerged from their respective training grounds after completing their trials.

However, the joy on their faces from their improved strength was quickly washed away.

Yin Chen's eyelids twitched slightly as he turned his head to look at the distant horizon. Hong Yuan also composed herself, the giant axe silently sliding into her palm, her muscles tensing.

Several powerful auras were rapidly approaching, making no attempt to conceal them.

A moment later, six figures walked through the snow and stopped a hundred meters in front of them. The tall, thin young man at the head of the group scrutinized Yin Chen and Hong Yuan.

"Finally found you, the strongest team?" The tall, thin young man raised his chin slightly, his tone arrogant.

The five people behind him spread out, forming a crescent-shaped encirclement. Various spiritual energies rose up, firmly locking Yin Chen and Hong Yuan in place.

"Sorry, your training camp ends here." The tall, thin young man issued his ruling with a cold smile.

The wind and snow paused for a moment to ease the tense atmosphere.

Despite the intimidating presence of the six, Yin Chen remained unfazed, while Hong Yuan scoffed, "Just you guys?"

Before she finished speaking, she slammed her giant axe heavily onto the ground.

With a muffled thud, the entire ice field trembled violently. Centered on the axe handle, the millennia-old ice beneath their feet let out a mournful cry of unbearable pressure, and spiderweb-like cracks spread wildly towards the six people's feet. A mountain-like aura erupted from Hong Yuan and pressed down fiercely.

A psychiatric student let out a muffled groan and turned deathly pale.

What alarmed them even more was that behind Hong Yuan, a huge, earthen-yellow phantom of a tortoise and snake intertwined flashed by.

At the same time, Yin Chen raised his hand.

The six people in the encirclement froze, feeling as if every gust of wind had turned into a sharp blade, pressing against their vital points.

Just as a student from the Enhancement Department was about to take a step, a bloody gash suddenly appeared on his cheek. The blood that had just seeped out was frozen into ice beads by the severe cold. He didn't even see where the attack came from.

The anticipated imposing presence vanished without a trace.

The opponent consisted of only two people, yet they gave the six elites the illusion that they were surrounded.

"Damn it..." The tall, thin young man's face turned ashen.

These two are far superior to what I imagined.

But he cannot retreat; retreat would also mean elimination.

The path you choose, you have to walk it to the end, even if you cry.

"Bluster!" He suppressed his shock and shouted sharply, "Don't be intimidated, attack!"

The young man clasped his hands together, and light elements condensed into a dazzling spear. Two people stood beside him; one summoned an exploding fireball, while the other's fingertips crackled with electricity.

The students from the Department of Psychiatry had blue eyes that sent an invisible shock straight into Yin Chen and Hong Yuan's minds.

Of the remaining two, one had bulging muscles and petrified skin, while the other drew a dagger and became indistinct.

In an instant, countless attacks completely engulfed Yin Chen and Hong Yuan's figures.

Ice shards and flames were churned into a destructive white noise.

A cold line appeared at the corner of the tall, thin young man's lips.

This is a combined attack from six elites.

Even an opponent of a higher level would not be able to escape unscathed.

However, the smoke and dust at the epicenter of the explosion had not yet dissipated.

A dull thud resounded from within, shaking the entire ice field.

Boom!

The handle of the giant axe was firmly embedded in the ice.

A shockwave, yellowish-brown in color, spread out from the red kite, sweeping away all the raging aftershocks.

Before her stood a massive tortoise-shell shield, the attack that had been powerful enough to level a hill yet hadn't left a single scorch mark on it.

The tall, thin young man's sinister smile froze.

The smugness faded from his face.

"Is that all you've got?"

Hong Yuan's voice came from behind the shield, her tone sparkling with excitement.

She took a step forward.

The giant tortoise-shell shield crumbled upon impact, disintegrating into light dust that flowed back into her body.

Behind her, a huge, ferocious phantom of a tortoise and snake roared to the sky.

Although the phantom image was fleeting, the primordial pressure originating from their bloodline weighed heavily on the chests of the six attackers, causing them to experience a sharp pain in their lungs with every breath.

Students majoring in mental health were the first to be affected.

A roar went through his head, the world churned before his eyes, and two warm streaks of blood immediately trickled from his nostrils.

"Making a big fuss!"

The tall, thin young man suppressed the pounding in his chest and gave a stern command.

"She held off the first wave, she must be exhausted now, focus fire!"

The elementalists beside him once again attempted to condense fireballs and electric arcs.

However, their spellcasting actions slowed down and eventually stopped.

The wind has stopped.

But it did not dissipate.

Every gust of air on this icy plain solidified, binding their bodies.

Each snowflake suspended in the air becomes a miniature sharp blade waiting to be harvested.

Yin Chen's figure had already disappeared from the spot.

He is the will of the wind.

As soon as a student from the Enhancement Department sensed danger, a sharp, cold sensation came from the side of his neck.

A bloodstain suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

He couldn't even track any of the attacks.

His body instantly slipped out of his control and was swept to the ground by a gentle gust of wind.