"Kid, do you really think I want to take you as my disciple? If it weren't for my reluctance to let the Heavenly Court's lineage die out, and my own impending death, this kind of good fortune would never have come your way in eight lifetimes! You'd better come here right now."
Fang Xiu remained completely still, quietly watching the old man.
A hint of impatience flashed across the old man's face: "Hurry up, kid, I can't hold on much longer. Fine, fine, you don't need to become a disciple anymore. You just need to accept the inheritance. This is the inheritance of the Heavenly Court from ancient times!"
"Are you truly sincere in passing on your skills to me?"
The old man was furious: "If there were anyone else here, I would not have chosen you! The inheritance must be accepted, humanity needs to be revived, and the Heavenly Court needs to be rebuilt!"
Fang Xiu nodded calmly: "Since you are sincere, then come over here."
"You want me, an old man on my deathbed, to go over there?"
“You want to pass on your knowledge to me, but you are unwilling to come over. This shows that you are not sincere. If you were sincere, you would crawl over here even if you had to.”
"You bastard!" the old man roared. "You have no choice but to accept this inheritance today. Come here!"
He suddenly made a move, and a large hand of azure light materialized out of thin air, grabbing fiercely at Fang Xiu.
Fang Xiu remained expressionless. An angelic decree appeared in his left eye, and a beam of silver light shot out, piercing directly through the blue light hand.
The azure hand transformed into a shower of light that dissipated into the air.
This large, blue-light hand looks intimidating and contains laws, but its power fluctuations are extremely weak. Even with the support of laws, the power it can unleash is only at the fifth level.
Upon seeing the holy light in Fang Xiu's eyes, the old man was first taken aback, then overjoyed: "The power of holy light! You're also from the West? One of us!"
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