"Brother Meng, what does this mean?"

"What do you mean? It's just a test to see if you're a descendant of the Qin family. Only descendants of the Qin family can open this door."

"Could this gate possibly be a problem for Brother Meng?"

Qin Feifan looked incredulous. He didn't know what level of cultivation Meng Fan had, but he figured his ancestors couldn't have reached Meng Fan's level.

"Of course it's no problem for me. I've been inside once before. It's just that there's a piece of inherited memory inside that I can't access. If I try to force it, that memory will be automatically destroyed."

"I see. Why don't you take me in, Brother Meng? Let's avoid bleeding if possible."

Meng Fan patted Qin Feifan on the head and said, "As a descendant of the Qin family, you don't even have this much courage? I'll be waiting for you inside."

After saying that, she ignored him and disappeared from the spot.

Qin Feifan rubbed his head. The procedure still had to be followed, so he immediately made a cut on his finger.

The plaque seemed to possess a spirit, absorbing the blood from Qin Feifan's fingers, and its surface even faintly glowed.

Before he could react, the suction force grew stronger and stronger, and Qin Feifan's blood formed a thin line that shot directly towards the plaque.

Just as he came to his senses and was at a loss, the plaque stopped absorbing the light, and the palace gates opened a crack with a loud bang.

Qin Feifan entered the main hall and the first thing he saw was Meng Fan standing in the hall.

He looked around and was secretly amazed.

The interior decoration of this hall is even more extravagant than the exterior. The floor is paved with whole pieces of jade. How big must the jade mine be to produce such a large piece of jade?

The pillars inside the main hall were all made of single pieces of Phoebe zhennan wood, something he had never even heard of outside, let alone seen.

The walls were neatly covered with luminous pearls, illuminating the entire hall with unparalleled brightness.

Inside the main hall was a pool of water. The pool was made of some unknown material, and it shimmered with a luminous light, reflecting seven colors in the water, which was quite magical.

A transparent sphere floated on the surface of the pool, with a hazy mist appearing and disappearing inside; it was clearly the most precious item in this palace.

"Brother Meng, could this sphere be the inherited memory?"

“Yes, come over here and drip a few more drops of blood into the pool.”

"They want to drip blood? Why is there blood everywhere in the Imperial Ancestral Temple?!"

"Stop talking nonsense. Are you implying that you're dissatisfied with your ancestors?"

When his ancestors were mentioned, Qin Feifan dared not refute them and immediately began to bleed them dry.

This time, they needed more water than the plaque outside, and they only stopped drawing water when Qin Feifan's face turned pale and the water turned completely red.

"Brother Meng, is this what you meant by a few drops?"

"Enough with the nonsense! This is a test set by your ancestors. What's a little blood compared to this?"

Qin Feifan was merely expressing his dissatisfaction and was about to speak when the sphere suddenly enlarged and sucked him in.

Meng Fan, standing to the side, remained unperturbed, knowing that the memory inheritance was about to begin. He simply praised, "Impressive tactics indeed. To prevent others from stealing the information, a trace of true spirit has been left on guard. If I were to forcibly probe it, this true spirit would self-destruct upon sensing the danger. As expected of an ancient force, but it is still too inexperienced to think it can stop me."

He had previously examined this sphere; it would give him a warning whenever he got close to it, indicating that there was something hidden within it.

Only now do I realize that there is actually a wisp of true spirit hidden deep within this sphere. No wonder it could play the game of mutual destruction with Meng Fan.

However, now that Meng Fan knew the key to the matter, he naturally had a way to deal with it. The sphere sucked Qin Feifan in for two reasons: first, to pass on his memories, and second, to prevent Meng Fan from eavesdropping outside. This magnanimity really annoyed Meng Fan.

Meng Fan sneered, and with a thought, an invisible energy body separated from his body.

This is a technique used by Meng Fan to abscond with his primordial spirit; those with lower cultivation levels than him would never be able to detect it.

Meng Fan's primordial spirit smiled mysteriously and entered the sphere, where the true spirit inside the sphere indeed did not discover it.

Qin Feifan looked at the scene before him, and although he was panicking inside, he forced himself to remain calm.

He was surrounded by thick fog, and could only see things within half a meter of his surroundings, which made him feel afraid.

"Brother Meng, are you there?"

"Heh, I never thought one of my descendants would become a lackey. You're the first person in the Qin family to dare bring someone into the palace."

Qin Feifan turned to look in the direction of the sound, but the fog was too thick, and he couldn't see anything in front of him at all.

Just as they were about to step forward, the thick fog around them quickly dissipated, revealing a visible area of ​​about three zhang (approximately 10 meters).

An old man appeared in front of him, looking at him with an unfriendly expression.

"Senior, who are you...?"

"My name is Qin Liang, and I am your ancestor!"

"You are our ancestor, how come you are still alive?"

"Hmph, you unfilial son, how dare you speak to your ancestor like that?"

"Uh, it was indeed my fault, please forgive me, ancestor." After saying that, Qin Feifan knelt down with a thud and paid his respects to Qin Liang.

"That's more like it. I'm asking you, why did you bring outsiders to our ancestral land?"

"Are you referring to Brother Meng? Brother Meng told me that the inheritance of memories might unlock the mystery of the Azure Profound Seal, which can only be known by descendants of the Qin family. That's why he came here with me."

"Oh? Has his cultivation reached the point of touching the seal? But the ancestral precepts forbid anyone from stepping into the ancestral temple. How dare you openly disobey? You are unworthy of being a descendant of the Qin family."

"Brother Meng saved my Longgan Dynasty from a crisis. Besides, Brother Meng's cultivation is amazing. He came here only to unravel the mystery of Qingxuan. What's wrong with that?" Qin Feifan immediately retorted when he saw Qin Liang targeting his Brother Meng.

Qin Liang snorted coldly, but said helplessly, "It's all because my Qin family hasn't produced a true dragon. In recent years, the cultivation level of those who come here has become increasingly weak. Even if they obtain the True Dragon Heavenly Technique, they can't even get started."

"True Dragon Heavenly Technique?"

"The True Dragon Heavenly Technique is the national treasure of my Dragon Kun Empire. It can lead directly to the Immortal Realm, but none of your dozens of generations of successors have been able to even begin to understand it."

"So powerful? Then, Ancestor, are you from a celestial realm?"

"I... I'm still a little short of the Immortal Realm, and I'm truly in the Shattered Realm. I suppose there's no one else in your world besides the person you brought with you!"

"This junior doesn't know either. My cultivation level is too low to reach that level," Qin Feifan said with some shame.

"Alright, let's test your talent first. Hold out your hand."

Qin Liang was also helpless. Because he was in the state of a true spirit, he could not leave the sphere and could not sense the outside world. He could only vaguely sense the danger through the divine object such as the sphere.

Not long ago, when Meng Fan was exploring, the sphere warned him. He knew that anyone who could break through layers of formations to get here must be at the Shattered Realm, and he couldn't resist. That's why he sent out the signal to perish together with Meng Fan.

To his delight, the force did indeed withdraw and did not come back to cause trouble, giving him a feeling of escaping a disaster.