Martial Universe: Inherit the Future, Quickly Become a Martial Ancestor!

Xuanmo stroked his beard and smiled, saying gently, "In that case, young friend, please sit cross-legged and concentrate your mind."

Lan He sat down as instructed, holding his breath and concentrating.

Master Xuanmo said no more. He joined his right fingers together like a sword, the fingertips gleaming with a warm, jade-like luster, and gently touched Lan He's brow.

The instant the fingertips touched it, a vast and ancient torrent of information, accompanied by faint chimes, surged straight into the depths of the Blue River's Niwan Palace.

Lan He's body trembled slightly, his eyes closed gently, and his mind sank completely into his brain, beginning to slowly digest the complete inheritance of this divine secret technique.

……

About half a day later, it was nearly dusk outside the tower.

The slight fluctuations in Lan He's spirit caused by receiving the immense inheritance had completely subsided, returning to a state of deep, still tranquility.

He slowly rose and bowed deeply to Master Xuanmo, who had been guarding him all along: "Thank you for imparting the Dharma, Master Xuanmo!"

Master Xuanmo accepted the greeting with composure, a look of satisfaction on his face. He nodded slightly and said, "The transmission is complete. Study and practice diligently. Remember, the cultivation of the Heavenly Sound Soul Bell is no small matter. It requires you to nurture and refine it day and night with your own spiritual power, progressing step by step, in order to truly reveal its power."

He looked up at the sky, his tone becoming calmer: "It's getting late, and I should return to the royal court. Young friend, the Great War of the Hundred Dynasties is imminent, please take care. I'll take my leave now."

After speaking, Master Xuanmo said no more. With a gentle wave of his sleeve, his figure rose up like a drifting cloud and disappeared into the twilight sky in a few flashes.

Lan He bowed once more in the direction Master Xuanmo had left before turning around and preparing to leave the tranquil area in front of the tower.

"Young Master."

A gentle call sounded from my side.

Lan He turned his head and saw that the old steward, Lan Zhong, had quietly come to his side at some point, standing with his hands at his sides and wearing his usual warm smile.

"Uncle Zhong." Lan He nodded slightly.

He knew that during the three months he had been cultivating in the Talisman Master Tower, although Lan Zhong had not been guarding this place all the time, he must have been secretly watching over him. His appearance at this moment must have been at his father's behest, or he must have calculated the time when he would emerge from seclusion.

"Congratulations on your successful completion of seclusion, young master. Your cultivation has greatly improved."

Lan Zhong said with a smile, his gaze sweeping over Lan He subtly, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.

He could sense that the young master's aura was now even more unfathomable than it had been three months ago, especially the hidden yet chilling spiritual power he possessed, which clearly indicated that he had benefited greatly from the Talisman Master Tower.

"Thank you for your concern, Uncle Zhong," Lan He said. "How has Father been lately?"

"Master is well, but he is quite worried about the young master."

Lan Zhong replied, then stepped aside to lead the way, "Master instructed that if the young master emerges from seclusion, he should first return to his residence to rest. Later, Master will come to speak with the young master."

Lan He nodded, understanding that his father wanted to personally see the results of his seclusion, and perhaps also make further arrangements regarding the Hundred Dynasties War.

"Let's go."

He didn't linger any longer and headed towards his courtyard. Lan Zhong followed half a step behind, quietly keeping up.

……

After returning to their lodgings,

Lan He did not go to see his father immediately, but chose to continue his seclusion and cultivation. He needed to first master the divine-level secret technique he had obtained from the Talisman Master Tower, especially the Heavenly Sound Soul-Suppressing Bell.

For the next two weeks, he stayed at home and devoted himself entirely to cultivation.

As he continued to comprehend the inheritance of the Heavenly Sound Soul-Suppressing Bell, he gradually understood the three realms of this secret technique: the Bell Shadow Realm, the Form Condensation Realm, and the Soul-Suppressing Realm.

The Bell Shadow Realm is the entry point. It requires condensing a phantom of a soul bell in the Niwan Palace.

After seven days of effort, Lan He finally visualized a translucent, bell-shaped phantom, the size of a grain of rice, within his Niwan Palace. In this realm, the bell phantom was still illusory; its faint chimes could help calm the mind, dispel distracting thoughts, and even defend against mental attacks.

The Form Condensation Realm is a minor achievement. The bell's shadow must be nurtured until it solidifies completely, taking on a tangible form. At this point, the Soul Bell can be used for both offense and defense, forming a bell-shaped protective body and also generating sound waves to impact the opponent's Niwan Palace, greatly increasing its power.

The Soul Suppressing Realm represents the Great Completion or even Perfection. It requires the complete fusion of the Soul Bell and the Natal Talisman. The more elements are fused together, the greater the power. Theoretically, the stronger the user's spiritual power, the more powerful this spiritual technique will be.

In the quiet room, Lan He slowly finished his practice. The tiny bell shadow in his Niwan Palace trembled slightly, and the clear sound it emitted cleared his mind. Now that he had just entered the "Bell Shadow Realm," he already felt its profound mysteries, and his mental control became even more exquisite.

Having broken through to the advanced spirit talisman master level and mastered a divine-level secret technique, Lan He's strength has greatly increased, giving him even more confidence for the upcoming Hundred Dynasties War.

Counting the days, there are less than two years left until the Great War of the Hundred Dynasties. This period of seclusion has been very fruitful. It's time to emerge and see my father.

……

After tidying himself up, Lan He left his residence and headed straight for his father Lan Zhan's study.

The study is located in the heart of the Prince's Mansion, in a tranquil environment.

Before he even got close, Lan He could sense two rather powerful auras emanating from the study.

One aura was vast and profound, like an abyss or a mountain, and it belonged to the father, Lan Zhan. The other aura was relatively "younger," but it was also sharp and intimidating, carrying a burning intensity. It had already reached the level of Nirvana Realm, and it was by no means a newcomer to this realm.

Lan He felt a slight stirring in his heart, but without stopping, he arrived at the study door and gently knocked.

"Come in," Lan Zhan's calm voice rang out.

Lan He pushed open the door and entered. The study was brightly lit, and his father, Lan Zhan, was sitting behind a large desk with a slight smile on his face. To the side and slightly in front of the desk stood a tall young woman dressed in a red outfit.

The woman was in her early twenties, with a beautiful face and a touch of heroism and arrogance in her eyes. Her long black hair was tied into a neat ponytail. What was most striking was the powerful aura that subtly emanated from her body, intense and refined, clearly indicating that she had reached the level of the Third Nirvana Realm!

Such cultivation level would be among the top even among the younger generation of the entire Immortal Dynasty.

It was his cousin, Lan Ying.

"Father." Lan He bowed to Lan Zhan first, then turned his gaze to the woman in red, his smile sincere and kind, "Sister Lan Ying."

Hearing the sound, Lan Ying turned around, her bright eyes immediately locking onto Lan He. She looked him up and down a few times, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes at first, then quickly turning into understanding and undisguised admiration.

"Good lad!"

Lan Ying walked up to Lan He in a few steps, patted his shoulder without any hesitation, the force was not light, and her tone was full of familiar cheerfulness and surprise, "It hasn't been that long since we last met? You have already broken through to the Great Perfection of the Qi Creation Realm? It seems that you have not slacked off during this time, not bad, not bad."

Lan He, displaying his Qi Creation Realm cultivation, let her pat his shoulder and laughed, "Compared to Sister Lan Ying's Three-Element Nirvana Realm cultivation, I'm still far behind. This time, our Immortal Dynasty will need Sister Lan Ying to lead the team in the Hundred Dynasties War."

Upon hearing this, a protective smile flashed in Lan Ying's eyes, and she reached out to ruffle Lan He's hair: "Don't worry, with me here, I'll definitely make sure you win the championship in the Hundred Dynasties War."

"At worst, I'll bring my men ahead of time to cripple the participants of other super dynasties, clearing the way for you. Let's see who dares to stop my Little Blue River from winning the championship."

She said this half-jokingly and half-seriously. With her foundation and talent at the Third Nirvana Realm, her cultivation would at least reach the Fifth Nirvana Realm by the time the Hundred Dynasties War officially began.

They are already considered top-tier fighters in such a grand event, so they certainly have the confidence to say that.

Upon hearing this, Lan He smiled and shook his head, his tone gentle yet undeniably firm: "I appreciate Sister Lan Ying's kindness. However, the Hundred Dynasties War is both a trial and an opportunity."

"I still want to compete on my own merits. If I rely on Sister Lan Ying's protection in everything, then this training will lose its meaning."

He knew that Lan Ying genuinely wanted to protect him, and he remembered that kindness. But Lan He also had his own pride and confidence.

Upon hearing this, Lan Ying paused slightly, then dropped her joking expression and carefully looked into Lan He's eyes. In those clear eyes, there was no youthful bravado, only a calm and resolute look that had been tempered over time.

She withdrew her hand, her smile widening with satisfaction, and nodded vigorously: "Good, that's spirited! That's more like the men of our Immortal Dynasty. When the time comes, my brother and I will each rely on our abilities on the battlefield of the Hundred Dynasties War to see who goes further!"