Starting as the heir of a marquis's mansion, I gained access to a summoning system.

The great tomb closed, and amidst the flashes of light, the prodigies were teleported out one after another, scattering on the beach of the East China Sea.

In an instant, people thronged around, and the sounds of panting, discussion, and exclamations rose and fell.

Representatives from various factions had been waiting for a long time, and upon seeing this, they all stepped forward to find their own disciples.

Chu Family Camp

Chu Tianxing stood with his hands behind his back, his blue robe fluttering in the sea breeze. His expression was calm, but his slightly furrowed brows betrayed his inner unease.

Seeing Chu Yunxiao approaching, he quickly stepped forward: "Yunxiao, how are you?"

Chu Yunxiao's face was ashen, his eyes blazing with suppressed rage. He didn't answer immediately, but instead glanced in the distance towards the Weeping Blood Marquis's residence, forcing out a few words through clenched teeth:

"I've reached the 960th floor. I am the only one from the East to have reached the top."

"What?" Chu Tianxing's pupils contracted sharply, his calm expression shattering instantly. "Who did you say reached the top? Dongfang Weiwo? That... second son of the Blood-Weeping Marquis?"

"It's him." Chu Yunxiao's voice was as cold as ice. "Someone who has been hiding right under our noses all along."

Chu Tianxing remained silent for a moment, his brows furrowing deeply. He turned to look in the direction of the Weeping Blood Marquis's residence, his gaze becoming profound: "Interesting... The Weeping Blood Marquis's residence, they've really hidden themselves well."

"Father, I refuse to accept this." Chu Yunxiao clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white. "If it weren't for the immense pressure, I could have—"

"Enough." Chu Tianxing raised his hand to interrupt him, his voice low. "A loss is a loss, don't make excuses." He paused, a ruthless glint in his eyes. "However, the Celestial Inheritance has fallen into the hands of the Dongfang family... this matter will not end here."

Four Extremes Sword Sect Faction

Jian Wuming, the Grand Elder of the Four Extremes Sword Sect, sat cross-legged on a rock, an ancient sword resting across his lap, his eyes closed in meditation. Hearing footsteps, he slowly opened his eyes.

Xie Changkong led three junior brothers and sisters to him. All four of them were injured and looked exhausted.

"Chang Kong, what was the result?" Jian Wuming's voice was old and calm.

Xie Changkong gave a wry smile, clasped his hands in a fist and said, "This disciple is incompetent and stops at the 800th floor."

"Eight hundred floors..." Jian Wuming nodded. "Not bad. Who reached the top?"

"The one who reached the top was the second young master of the Weeping Blood Marquis's Mansion, Dongfang Weiwo," Ye Guhong added from the side, his tone carrying a complex emotion. "He led the way all the way and finally climbed to the thousandth floor alone, obtaining the Celestial Inheritance."

A glint flashed in Jian Wuming's eyes, and his previously calm expression finally changed: "Dongfang Weiwo? That unknown kid?"

"Yes," Xie Changkong said in a low voice. "I had never heard of this person before. But on the Heavenly Ladder, I saw him with my own eyes—from beginning to end, his steps were calm and composed. I... cannot fathom his depth."

Jian Wuming remained silent for a long time before slowly saying, "Ten years to hone this sword, its frosty edge yet to be tested. The Weeping Blood Marquis's Mansion, what great patience." He glanced at the four sword disciples, "You need not be discouraged. Reaching the 800th floor is already a feat among the best. As for that Dongfang Weiwo... if you encounter him in the martial world in the future, do not underestimate him."

"Understood, disciples." The four replied in unison.

Wanfo Temple camp

Master Liaoyin, clad in a red robe and holding prayer beads, had a kind and benevolent expression. Seeing Wangwo approaching on the waves, he nodded slightly.

"Forget yourself, have you ever tried to reach the summit?"

With hands clasped in prayer, surrounded by radiant Buddhist light, and a serene expression, he said, "Amitabha. This disciple will stop at the 990th floor and voluntarily withdraw."

"Withdraw voluntarily?" Master Liaoyin was slightly taken aback.

"The pressure of the 990th floor is still bearable for me," Wangwo said calmly. "But I have a deep-seated feeling that the inheritance of the 1000th floor does not belong to me. Forcing it will be futile; it is better to let go."

Master Liaoyin gazed at him for a moment, then nodded: "Excellent. Knowing when to advance and when to retreat is great wisdom. Who is the one who has reached the summit?"

"Dongfang Weiwo of the Weeping Blood Marquis's Mansion." A hint of admiration flashed in Wangwo's eyes. "The unwavering will of Benefactor Dongfang is something I am ashamed of. He walked on the Heavenly Ladder as if it were flat ground, and finally reached the top alone, as expected by all."

"Dongfang Weiwo..." Master Liaoyin murmured the name, his prayer beads pausing for a moment. "It seems that the martial world is about to have another influential figure."

True Martial Arts Sect Faction

Master Qingyuan, dressed in a moon-white Taoist robe and holding a whisk, exuded an air of otherworldly elegance. Guiyuan walked up to him and bowed slightly.

"How about returning to the origin?"

"This disciple will stop at the 990th floor." Guiyuan swept his whisk lightly, his expression calm as still water. "The pressure of the 990th floor is something this disciple can still handle. But going any higher, this disciple's Dao heart tells me—there's no need to compete."

Master Qingyuan smiled slightly: "The Dao follows its own course; it cannot be forced. Your choice is correct. Who will reach the summit?"

"Dongfang Weiwo, the second young master of the Weeping Blood Marquis's mansion," Guiyuan said calmly. "This man possesses a profound aura and moves with composure. I cannot discern his limits. It is truly well-deserved that the Celestial Inheritance belongs to him."

Master Qingyuan nodded, his gaze fixed on Dongfang Weiwo in the distance, and said meaningfully, "The Blood-Weeping Marquis's family has two outstanding talents; it seems they are about to prosper."

Zhenbei Marquis's camp

The steward of the Marquis of Zhenbei's residence was a burly, middle-aged man named Tie Zhentian. Seeing Wu Zetian emerge from the light, he quickly went to greet her.

"Young Miss! How are you? Are you hurt?"

Wu Zetian waved her hand impatiently and said, "I'm perfectly fine."

"So...did you reach the summit?" Tie Zhentian asked cautiously.

Wu Zetian snorted coldly, her expression somewhat unpleasant: "I stopped at the 999th floor. I'm only one step away from reaching the top."

Tie Zhentian gasped, "Nine hundred and ninety-nine floors? Then... who reached the top?"

"Only I exist in the East." When Wu Zetian uttered these three words, her tone contained resentment, admiration, and a hint of mutual appreciation that even she herself was unaware of. "He was a stick slower than me? No, I was a stick slower than him. That guy reached the top first, and I arrived at the 999th floor later."

She paused, a fierce fighting spirit igniting in her eyes: "However, I won't lose next time we meet."

Tie Zhentian opened his mouth, unsure of what to say. He had never seen such an expression on the young lady's face before—it wasn't anger, but rather the excitement of having encountered a worthy opponent.

At this moment, the atmosphere on the shores of the East China Sea became subtle.

Almost everyone's gaze, whether openly or subtly, fell upon the boy.

Chu Yunxiao stood at a distance, arms crossed, coldly watching Dongfang Weiwo. His eyes held resentment, hostility, and a hint of fear that even he himself was unwilling to admit.

"Dongfang Weiwo..." he murmured the name, the sound as if squeezed out from between his teeth, "Next time, I won't lose to you again."

Li Tianxing leaned against a crooked tree in the distance, his purple pupils flashing with a sinister light. He stuck out his tongue, licked his lips, and a strange smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Interesting...really interesting...people with such vigorous blood and energy must taste delicious."

Ye Xingchen stood alone on the beach, the waves lapping against his boots. His expression was calm as usual, but a complex emotion lurked deep in his eyes—he recognized Dongfang Weiwo.

That's the person.

"So it was you..." Ye Xingchen murmured to herself, her fingers unconsciously stroking the ring. "Grandpa, tell me, should I hate him, or should I thank him?"

There was no response from the ring. The old man's power had been exhausted, and he had fallen into a deep sleep.

Ye Xingchen gave a wry smile, shook his head, and turned to leave.

Wu Zetian crossed her arms, her long hair dancing in the sea breeze. She looked at Dongfang Weiwo with great interest, a slight smile playing on her lips.

"This guy... he's quite the actor," she said softly. "He's ridiculously strong, but he acts all nonchalant. But... I like it."

Wangwo clasped his hands together, nodded slightly in the direction of Dongfang Weiwo, and smiled peacefully. Guiyuan stood beside him, lightly swept his whisk, and nodded in return.

The two monks expressed their respect for the strong in this way.

The four sword disciples of the Four Extremes Sword Sect had different expressions. Xie Changkong's eyes showed a hint of solemnity, Ye Guhong seemed thoughtful, while Ouyang Xue and Meng Hanshuang curiously sized up the young man—they had never noticed him before.

"If you encounter him in the martial world in the future, take a detour," Xie Changkong whispered to his junior brothers and sisters.

"It can't be that bad, can it?" Ouyang Xue said softly.

"As for it," Ye Guhong said calmly, "you either don't mess with this kind of person, or... eliminate them once and for all."

Long Aotian sat casually on a rock, his body covered in wounds, but his eyes still held an untamed arrogance. He looked at Dongfang Weiwo in the distance and grinned:

"Damn, that kid actually made it to the top. But... I'll remember you. Next time, I'll definitely stand on top of you!"

From this day forward, everyone in the world will know—

Dongfang Weiwo, the second son of the Marquis of Weeping Blood, is not a good-for-nothing, not a mediocre talent, and not a dispensable supporting character.

He was a prodigy who overpowered all others and reached the top of the ladder.

He is the son of destiny who has received the complete inheritance of the Celestial Giant.

He was a true powerhouse—one who made Chu Yunxiao resentful, Li Tianxing drool, Wu Zetian's fighting spirit ignite, and Wangwo Guiyuan utterly convinced.

The sea breeze howled, and the waves crashed against the shore.

Dongfang Weiwo stood on the shore of the East China Sea, the afterglow of the setting sun casting a long, long shadow upon him.

His expression remained calm, but his gaze was fixed on something further away.

"The inheritance of the celestial beings... is only the first step," he said silently to himself. "My journey is still long."

Dongfang Mingyue, arm in arm with him, was still chattering away. Fang Zheng and the other guards stood around, beaming with joy.

In the distance, countless eyes were fixed on the boy.

Some were filled with hostility, some with awe, and some with curiosity.

But in any case, from this moment on—

The name Dongfang Weiwo is destined to resound throughout the world.