Chapter 187 What Could This Possibly Enlighten

Time flowed by, and a month quietly passed. Zhang Ergou's plan for change was also proceeding in full swing. Everything on Nameless Peak remained as usual, with no major incidents.

Currently, the highest combat power on Nameless Peak was Mie Qiongqi. Lin Fan, as the sect master of the Saint Demon Sect on Nameless Peak, was beginning to feel anxious. Although he had taller people to rely on when trouble arose, he had never forgotten the blood feud with Cangling Prefecture on the other side of Dongling Prefecture.

"Teacher, I can make Xiaobai obey," Cai Zhiqiao said, running over happily from a distance, followed by a snow-white Snow King Lion cub that looked like a puppy.

This Snow King Lion cub struck Lin Fan as very strange. What kind of beast had the adult Snow King Lion he killed mated with? The cub gave off a peculiar feeling; its face didn't quite resemble a Snow King Lion's.

At first, Lin Fan hadn't paid much attention, but one day he suddenly noticed a pair of small white wings on the cub's back—something no Snow King Lion had ever had.

"Not bad," Lin Fan said, patting Cai Zhiqiao's head. Her aptitude was poor, but that didn't matter. He improved her aptitude every two or three days. Although this subclass skill was powerful, enhancing aptitude was already defying fate. The higher the aptitude, the smaller the improvement effect. But Lin Fan wasn't worried; with persistence, he believed that in a few years, a peerless prodigy would emerge from his hands.

Then Cai Zhiqiao commanded Xiaobai to strike various poses in front of Lin Fan.

The Snow King Lion cub, with its big, watery, adorable eyes, looked at Lin Fan as it stood, did a handstand, rolled around on the ground...

It made Lin Fan laugh. If this little thing grew up and remembered its childhood antics, what would it think?

Tenth Peak of the Saint Sect.

"Sect Master, I want to go out and train," Lin Fan said. He had thought for a long time that to become stronger, he had to plunge into the vast world.

Sect Master Yan looked at Lin Fan. Honestly, he didn't want Lin Fan to leave. Though it was a bit selfish, a Pill of Becoming an Immortal was extremely important to a sect. But he knew that Lin Fan coming to tell him was a sign of respect. From the moment he granted Nameless Peak to Lin Fan, Lin Fan had been a free man who didn't need anyone's permission to go anywhere.

"Come with me," Sect Master Yan said without further ado, walking straight toward the depths of the great hall.

Lin Fan didn't know where Sect Master Yan was taking him. Moreover, the Tenth Peak was usually off-limits to disciples; only the sect master stayed alone in the hall.

Following behind the sect master, Lin Fan observed his surroundings. After passing through the hall, a towering stone gate appeared before him.

This gate was ancient, steady, and exuded a chilling aura. Carved on the gate, made of unknown material, was a human figure.

The figure stood naked, towering between heaven and earth, holding a large axe. Just one glance made Lin Fan's heart tremble violently, as if a will was charging into the depths of his soul, forcing him to retreat.

At that moment, Sect Master Yan stepped forward and placed his hand on the gate. The massive stone gate rippled slightly like water, forming a curtain opening tall enough for a person.

"Follow me in," Sect Master Yan said, his figure gradually disappearing into the opening. Without hesitation, Lin Fan followed him inside.

Even now, Lin Fan didn't know what this was, but one look told him it was extraordinary.

The sect master rarely left the Tenth Peak. Could it be that he stayed here all along to guard this place?

And judging by the current situation, was the sect master going to give him something good?

As he stepped into the pitch-black curtain opening, Lin Fan's vision went dark, as if he had fallen into boundless darkness. But this feeling vanished in an instant.

When Lin Fan opened his eyes and looked ahead, he found Sect Master Yan already kneeling before a statue, muttering something.

The statue looked exactly like the one on the stone gate. What terrified Lin Fan even more was that the statue's eyes seemed real, flickering with divine light.

Given what had just happened, Lin Fan dared not look directly at the statue. He lowered his head and slowly walked behind the sect master.

"Sect Master, what is this?" Lin Fan asked softly, puzzled.

After kneeling and muttering for a while, Sect Master Yan stood up. "This is the founding ancestor of the Saint Sect. Kneel before the ancestor and meditate with your heart."

"Oh..." Lin Fan didn't know what the sect master meant, but he didn't ask further. He knelt before the statue just like the sect master had.

After kneeling, Lin Fan didn't feel anything different. If anything, the towering statue before him was too huge, giving a sense of oppression. What if it suddenly fell over?

"Sect Master, I don't feel anything," Lin Fan said, tilting his head.

"Don't speak. Meditate on the statue with your heart. The ancestor will guide you," Sect Master Yan said sternly.

Following the sect master's words, Lin Fan tried hard to meditate, but kneeling was uncomfortable. Finally, he sat cross-legged, placed one hand on the statue, closed his eyes, and focused.

Sect Master Yan watched the scene, wanting to speak but holding back.

The Saint Sect had been passed down for ten thousand years. When the Xuanhuang Realm was split in two by a mysterious supreme being, the Saint Sect's ancestor founded the sect and took in disciples. Every generation of disciples chosen as sect master had to come before this statue, meditate quietly, and inherit the sect's legacy.

Each new sect master inherited a different legacy, but most were techniques.

Now, he had brought Lin Fan here to pass on the sect's legacy. Although Lin Fan might not be the next sect master, Yan had been secretly observing him all along.

"What the hell? I've been touching this for ages and I don't feel anything," Lin Fan complained inwardly. Was the sect master crazy? The ancestor had been dead for who knows how long, and this was just a statue. What could he possibly comprehend?

Just then, Sect Master Yan, who had been staring at the statue, suddenly changed expression.

The void around the statue trembled slightly—a scene Sect Master Yan had never seen, nor had it ever been recorded in the sect's history.

"This..." Sect Master Yan's expression shifted, but not knowing what was happening, he dared not move and could only watch.

Lin Fan was still complaining inwardly when he suddenly found his body frozen. An irresistible suction force seemed to want to pull out his consciousness.

Damn... this is bad.

At that moment, Lin Fan panicked. Consciousness was like the soul. If he lost it, he would become a walking corpse.

Lin Fan wanted to cry for help, but couldn't utter a word.

It seemed he could only save himself.

At that moment, Lin Fan fought with all his might, trying to resist.

But the suction grew stronger. Before long, Lin Fan lost consciousness.

I'm done for...