The greatest saint of all time!

Chapter 50, Level 1

After a dizzying sensation, Lu Xuan slowly opened his eyes.

What came into view was a gray and hazy world.

There were no sun, moon, or stars, no flowers, grass, or trees, only endless desolation.

The air was filled with an extremely ancient atmosphere, as if this space had existed for hundreds of millions of years.

"This... is the royal secret realm?"

Lu Xuan looked around, raising an eyebrow slightly.

This place was much larger than he had imagined, and the concentration of spiritual energy inside was several times higher than that outside.

"That's quite interesting."

Lu Xuan spread out his divine sense, only to find to his surprise that it was greatly suppressed here, and he could only probe a radius of more than ten feet.

It should be noted that although his current cultivation level is low, the essence of his divine consciousness still exists.

That was left behind by the Holy Lord.

To be able to suppress one's current divine sense to such an extent, it's conceivable that the original owner of this secret realm must have been at least a powerful expert at the Dharma Aspect Realm or above in his lifetime.

"Only those at the Dharma Aspect Realm possess such a powerful suppressive force of laws."

"Our ancestor was quite lucky to have found such a treasure trove..."

Lu Xuan thought to himself.

However, judging from the surrounding environment, this does not seem to be the core area.

Before him lay a path paved with bluestone, winding its way into the depths of the distant mist.

On both sides of the path stood mottled stone pillars, with some obscure and difficult-to-understand runes on them.

Seeing this, Lu Xuan did not hesitate and walked straight onto the bluestone path.

……

Meanwhile, in another part of the secret realm.

Crown Prince Lu Heng stared blankly at the vast expanse of crimson desert before him.

"Where...where am I? And where did the third and sixth brothers go?"

He looked around, but couldn't see a single person.

"Damn it!"

Feeling the scorching hot sand beneath his feet and the suffocating heat in the air, Lu Heng cursed angrily.

The environment is terrible.

A hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes.

"Never mind! Let's investigate first!"

"This ancestral legacy must belong to me alone!"

He then took a deep breath, circulated his spiritual power to protect himself, and braved the heatwave as he walked towards the faintly visible fiery mountain deep in the desert.

……

The sixth prince, Lu Ming, was now standing in front of a gloomy swamp.

Black mist swirled all around, and eerie screams echoed intermittently.

Beneath their feet lay soil that reeked of decay and stench, as if it held countless bones.

Lu Ming showed no fear or dissatisfaction; in fact, he even made a couple of sarcastic remarks.

"This kind of environment... is really uncomfortable."

"However, the more dangerous the place, the greater the opportunity often is."

"As for the eldest and third brothers... hehe, I hope you two live a little longer and don't die too quickly."

After saying that, he swayed and rushed towards the other side of the swamp.

……

Lu Xuan walked along the bluestone path.

The further you go in, the greater the pressure becomes.

It felt as if an invisible mountain was pressing down on his shoulders, and every step required an enormous amount of physical strength.

Feeling the pressure emanating from his body, Lu Xuan understood.

"Gravity Array".

This kind of test might be a bit difficult for a Body Tempering Realm martial artist.

But for him, whose physical body was already comparable to that of a demon beast, it was nothing more than a drop of water.

He didn't stop walking; instead, he quickened his pace.

After walking for about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the mist in front of us slowly dissipated, revealing an ancient and simple hall.

The main hall is constructed entirely of black boulders, standing hundreds of feet tall, and is incredibly magnificent.

In front of the main hall stands a stone tablet.

Lu Xuan stepped forward and saw a line of small characters engraved on it.

"Those who enter the temple are free to live or die; those who pass three trials will receive the inheritance."

"Three passes?"

Upon seeing this, Lu Xuan couldn't help but chuckle.

This is somewhat similar to the trials of the Ziyang Sect.

Could this inheritance... have been left by some predecessor of the Ziyang Sect?

After muttering a curse to himself, Lu Xuan reached out and pushed open the heavy door.

As the gate slowly opened, an even richer spiritual energy rushed out.

Then, his vision blurred and the surrounding scenery changed instantly.

The once spacious hall has vanished, replaced by a battlefield littered with corpses and blood.

Countless ferocious demons, brandishing their sharp claws, pounced on him.

Behind the demon army, two familiar figures were coldly watching him.

It turned out to be the Yaochi Empress and the Netherworld Saint Lord who betrayed him in his previous life!

"Haotian, you can't escape!"

"Today... is your death day!"

The Empress of Yaochi pointed her long sword directly at Lu Xuan's brow.

This scene is exactly the same as the scene when he perished in his previous life!

If it were someone else, facing this scene that they feared most and didn't want to see, they would probably lose their composure instantly and fall into an abyss of no return.

But Lu Xuan just watched all of this quietly, his eyes showing no emotion, and even a hint of pity.

"A mere illusion array dares to disturb my Dao heart?"

"Too naive."

He slowly raised his hand, making a grasping motion in the air towards the countless gods and demons, and towards the high and mighty Empress.

"break!"

With a soft shout, the scene before my eyes shattered like a mirror.

The mountains of corpses and seas of blood vanished, and the Heavenly Demon Empress disappeared without a trace.

Lu Xuan remained standing at the entrance of the main hall, his expression calm.

Looking around, the main hall was quite empty.

There was nothing inside.

Just then, a side door deep inside the main hall slowly opened.

Seeing this, Lu Xuan did not linger and stepped inside.

……

Deep in the fiery desert, a solitary crimson altar stands.

Lu Heng was covered in blood, his clothes were tattered, and the long sword in his hand was already dulled, but he had a maniacal smile on his face.

Beneath his feet was a giant fire beast with its head shattered.

"Hahaha! Finally dead!"

Lu Heng was panting heavily, and the madness in his eyes slowly faded.

Just now, he had gone through a life-or-death struggle to kill this beast that was blocking his way.

"Is this the test? Nothing special."

As he spoke, he looked up at the altar above, where a jade slip emitting a crimson light was suspended.

Lu Heng was breathing rapidly, his eyes filled with greed.

"Passing on the torch!"

Without hesitation, he rushed forward and reached for the jade slip.

The moment his fingertips touched the jade slip, the surrounding scenery suddenly changed.

The flames disappeared.

There was no trace of it in the desert.

Lu Heng found himself in the Golden Palace, wearing a dragon robe and an imperial crown, receiving tributes from all nations.

Lu Xuan, whom he hated to the core, was kneeling at his feet, trembling and begging for his forgiveness.

"Ha, ha! Lu Xuan, you've finally met your match!"

"I am the true Son of Heaven! I am the true master of the Great Yan Dynasty!"

Looking at Lu Xuan crawling at his feet, Lu Heng burst into laughter, completely immersed in the pleasure brought by this illusion, and completely forgot where he was.