The moment the illusion was shattered, a cold voice reached Xiu Qiyu's ears: "The test is passed. Do you wish to accept the inheritance?"

"yes."

So, Xiu Qiyu was taken to a quaint little room. In the room, besides the eternal ice bed for meditation, there was a table with three boxes on it. All three boxes were covered by white orbs of light, so it was impossible to see what they contained.

But what could be placed alongside the Eternal Ice Bed be an ordinary object? I just don't know how to obtain these three orbs of light.

“You are the thirty-second person to come here in ten thousand years.”

Xiu Qiyu's pupils contracted. Ten thousand years ago, it was a golden age of cultivation, with countless people becoming immortals and saints. It seems that Qinghua Sect's knowledge is limited, and they didn't realize that this was a legacy left behind by a powerful being from ten thousand years ago. Otherwise, they wouldn't have sent Xu Ling, a Golden Core cultivator, to try their luck.

"Our ancestor's name was Xuantian. He was devoted to the way of the sword throughout his life. Before ascending to immortality, he left behind this cave dwelling, hoping that my lineage would continue."

Looking at the mountain-like, sea-like phantom before him, Xiu Qiyu was overwhelmed with shock. The Xuan Tian Ancestor must have successfully transcended his tribulation; how could anyone not be tempted by a cultivation technique that led to immortality? However, Xiu Qiyu quickly regained his senses. He hadn't forgotten that he was the thirty-second person to arrive here in ten thousand years. That meant that the thirty-one people before him had all failed.

"Are you willing to accept the inheritance?"

"I'm willing." Whether it's for revenge or to protect Xiao Yezi, he has no way to back down.

"Very good. The first test of the Ancestor's Slaughter Sword Dao, you'd better be ready, kid."

Xiu Qiyu gripped the sword tightly, knowing that obtaining the true inheritance would certainly not be so simple.

The sea of ​​blood surged and sank, and those blood-red figures were all people he had killed. One by one, they ferociously pounced on Xiu Qiyu. Xiu Qiyu's eyes turned cold, and his icy blue sword light, carrying a dazzling brilliance, directly pierced into the sea of ​​blood.

His mutated ice spirit root was extraordinary. Although those blood shadows were filled with resentment and had a strange immortality, their strength would be weakened by one-tenth once they were enveloped by his sword energy.

As expected, it worked. Xiu Qiyu's wrist moved rapidly, swinging the sword thousands of times in an instant. Those blood-red shadows, filled with boundless resentment, unwillingly turned into ashes.

Amidst the endless carnage, Xiu Qiyu's entire body seemed to be enveloped in a faint bloody glow, and the murderous aura deep within his dark pupils grew increasingly intense.

At this moment, Xiu Qiyu was like a god of death, and wherever he went, countless bloody figures were turned into ashes.

"Those I kill are all those who deserve to die." Therefore, the soaring resentment and bloodlust could not shake his heart at all. Instead, they became his stepping stones. As the killing continued, Xiu Qiyu's figure became faster and faster, and the sword in his hand almost turned into a series of afterimages.

Only when the blood shadows scattered and fled, and the sea of ​​blood dried up, did Xiu Qiyu sheathe his sword. The murderous aura emanating from his body gradually subsided. Apart from the sword that was constantly dripping blood in his hand, it seemed that the killing just now was an illusion.

However, judging from the eyes of those blood-red figures, what they had just witnessed was not an illusion; even the puppets he had created were terrified of him. Now that the sea of ​​blood had dried up, those blood-red figures had lost their power of regeneration and were no longer a threat.

"I'll take the plunge and kill him." Xiu Qiyu said these words calmly, and then, amidst the howling of the remaining blood-red shadows, he actually self-destructed.

The blood shadow dissipated, and Xiu Qiyu returned to that room once again.

"Not bad, not bad." A ball of light appeared directly in front of Xiu Qiyu.

Xiu Qiyu tentatively touched the box with her hand and, as expected, was not attacked. She opened the box and found a sword inside. The sword was silver-white and had an ancient design. Just looking at the sword, Xiu Qiyu felt as if her soul was being torn apart. Boundless killing intent and sharp energy were frantically cutting everything in its path.

Xiu Qiyu quickly closed the box; this was definitely a deadly weapon, a peerless sword.

"Thank you for bestowing the sword upon me, Senior."

"This sword is named Shadowless, ranked seventh on the list of ancient divine weapons. Now it is yours. Now you can pledge your blood to it as your master."

"Thank you, senior."

He forced out a drop of blood essence, which slowly fell onto the sword and was gradually absorbed by it. Then, Xiu Qiyu felt as if a connection had been formed between him and Wuying.

At that moment, he was somewhat stunned, as if he were dreaming, and such a peerless divine sword, which was unparalleled in the world, had become his own.

"The Shadowless Sword Soul was damaged, which is why you were able to successfully recognize it as your master so easily." Sure enough, this voice shattered Xiu Qiyu's delusions.

"Although you have successfully recognized the master, you must not use this sword until your cultivation reaches the Nascent Soul stage."

"Yes, senior."

The path of cultivation depends on oneself; relying too much on external forces is of no benefit.

"Continue?"

"yes."

Xiu Qiyu hadn't expected the second challenge to be swordsmanship. Rows of puppet figures, though only at the Golden Core stage, possessed formidable sword energy. Moreover, given that this was swordsmanship, their combined attacks would undoubtedly be even more terrifying.

Taking a deep breath, Xiu Qiyu charged into the sword path. At first, only two puppets moved. Their exquisite swordsmanship made Xiu Qiyu's eyes light up. Instead of rushing over, he exchanged sword moves with the two puppets.

The puppets were impervious to swords and spears. Relying on his superior agility, Xiu Qiyu continuously absorbed the essence of sword techniques during the ensuing battle. Once he had digested and absorbed enough, he directly pierced the mechanical stone in the puppet's chest, and both puppets quickly collapsed.

Soon, Xiu Qiyu was surrounded by four puppets, and the pressure suddenly doubled. However, the light in Xiu Qiyu's eyes shone even brighter. Endless sword light erupted continuously in the dim sword path, and Xiu Qiyu's swordsmanship became even more profound.

These puppets wielded various swords, some fast, some slow, some unpredictable, some ice, and some illusory, their transformations constantly enhancing Xiu Qiyu's mental state and swordsmanship. Ultimately, his swordsmanship underwent a qualitative leap.

It's safe to say that Xiu Qiyu in his current form could take down the previous three.

When Xiu Qiyu stood in the room again, his aura had undergone a complete transformation.

"A prodigy."

The second orb of light quickly arrived in front of Xiu Qiyu; it was actually a sword manual. Since the Xuan Tian Ancestor had comprehended the Killing Sword Dao from it, Xiu Qiyu could naturally gradually comprehend his own sword Dao.

Thinking of this, Xiu Qiyu bowed again: "Thank you, senior."

"The final hurdle depends on your own fate."

Xiu Qiyu hadn't expected the final challenge to be rows of stone tablets—or more accurately, sword tablets. Only after comprehending their meaning and leaving behind his own sword tablet could he pass the final test. (To be continued.)