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Immortal Patriarch: Strength in the Family's Vitality (Web Novel) - Chapter 1992: Commander Level Undead? Hall of Inheritance! (Part 2)
Chapter 1992: Commander Level Undead? Hall of Inheritance! (Part 2)
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“It’s over!”Luo Qingchen seized an opening, and the scabbard in his hand shot out like a venomous dragon emerging from its cave, striking the brow of the commander-level undead in an instant.
There, lay the core of its Soul Fire.
“Crack!”
A crisp sound echoed.
The sturdy helmet of the commander-level undead shattered to pieces.
The crimson flame in its eye sockets shrank abruptly and then extinguished completely.
The massive body collapsed with a crash, turning into a pile of broken bones and dust.
As the commander-level undead fell, the surrounding skeleton soldiers also seemed to lose control, the flames in their eye sockets extinguishing one after another, reverting back to mere piles of bones.
The battle was over.
Luo Qingchen panted heavily, but inside him, the Chaotic Power was fuller than ever before.
He accepted the spoils of battle handed to him by the two women.
When the piece of the Array Fragment and the Star Ore touched the bronze Star Map on his chest, the bronze plate unexpectedly emitted a faint glow, resonating slightly with them.
“These items… can be used to repair the Star Map!”
A gleam of excitement burst out from Luo Qingchen’s eyes.
This desolate ancient battlefield, in their eyes, instantly transformed from an ominous land into a vast treasure trove full of riches.
Just then, an unusual energy fluctuation, like a heartbeat, suddenly emanated from the depths of the battlefield.
That fluctuation was ancient, grand, yet filled with an indescribable allure.
It seemed to be calling out to them.
The eyes of the three of them simultaneously turned toward that direction.
Following the pulse-like energy, they made their way deep into the battlefield.
The further in they went, the more shocking the sights became.
They saw a broken giant sword, its hilt alone was like a small mountain.
They saw a capsized, gigantic warship made of white bones, its hull covered with claw marks and holes.
They even saw a long-dried riverbed, not flowing with water, but formed by countless fragments of Magical Treasures, known as the “River of Weapons.”
The intensity of the war from the Ancient Era far surpassed their imagination.
The Evil Qi in the air also became increasingly dense, almost becoming tangible.
Occasionally, some more powerful specters than the commander-level undead would appear from the shadows, but under Bai Ling’er’s Dragon Power, they dared not approach.
Finally, after passing through a “forest” formed by the bones of giant beasts, they arrived at the source of the energy fluctuation.
It was an unimaginably vast Ring Mountain.
And at the center of the Ring Mountain, an ancient hall built entirely of black boulders stood silently.
Despite being in ruins, with walls marked by swords and blades, and dried black bloodstains, it still exuded an aura of resilience and pride, like an ancient deity fighting to the last moment.
The heartbeat-like energy was emanating from within this hall.
“The Hall of Inheritance…”
Luo Qingchen gazed at the hall, the words involuntarily appearing in his mind.
He had a strong intuition that there must be earth-shattering secrets hidden within this hall.
The three of them approached cautiously.
When they were still a hundred meters away from the hall, the tightly closed doors suddenly lit up with complex runes.
These runes intertwined to form a semi-transparent energy barrier radiating a soft glow, blocking their path.
Soon after, an ancient and solemn, emotionless voice echoed in their minds.
“The Land of Trials, none but the destined may enter.”
“To enter this hall, one must pass three trials.”
“Heart, Mind, Strength.”
“Those who undertake the trials, be prepared for life and death.”
“Those who retreat, forever lose the opportunity.”
As the voice fell, Luo Qingchen felt a blur in his vision, and the surroundings instantly changed.
The ancient battlefield vanished.
The ruined hall disappeared too.
He found himself standing in the Qingyun Sect’s assembly hall.
Below, Master Xuan Yang and all the Sect Elders glared at him angrily.
“Luo Qingchen! You colluded with the Demonic Path, stole the sect’s treasures, and triggered the Heavenly Desperate Cliff’s restriction. Your crimes are unforgivable!”
Fang Zhenxiong’s voice exploded like thunder.
“According to sect regulations, you shall be stripped of your Cultivation and thrown into the Nine Nether Cold Pool, never to be reborn!”
Cold, iron chains coiled toward him.
Familiar faces, now filled with loathing and murderous intent.
A solitude and fury, as if betrayed by the whole world, surged within him.
Luo Qingchen’s gaze instantly turned icy.
Almost instinctively, he wanted to unleash his Chaotic Power and tear apart all the deceptive faces before him.
However, just as he was about to act, a flash of clarity passed through the depths of his Sea of Consciousness.
No.
This was all fake.
This was the first trial, the trial of the heart.
It tested his disposition, whether he would be controlled by anger and despair.
Luo Qingchen took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the murderous intent in his heart.
He slowly closed his eyes, letting the cold iron chains pass through his body.
When he opened his eyes again, the assembly hall was gone.
He found himself in a vast starry sky.
Countless stars revolved slowly around him.
Each star represented a universal truth, a manifestation of the Law.
Countless complex runes surged into his mind like a tide.
This was the second trial, the trial of the mind.
It tested his comprehension, whether he could find the path to truth amidst a vast sea of information.
Luo Qingchen was not perturbed.
He sat cross-legged, his mind immersed entirely in the starry sky.
Instead of forcing himself to memorize the runes, he felt the flow of the most primal “Dao” they represented.
His Chaotic Power resonated wondrously with this starry sky.
After all, Chaos was the source of all Dao.
Meanwhile, Lin Wan’er and Su Xiaowan were also entangled in their trials.
Lin Wan’er saw her sect being breached, relatives and mentors falling one by one in pools of blood. She had to choose between revenge and protection.
Su Xiaowan saw the supreme rune inheritance she had longed for all her life, but to obtain it, she had to forsake her most important partner.
They both struggled in pain, making decisions in confusion.
Just as they were about to be consumed by illusions,
two gentle and firm forces suddenly came from the outside, infusing into their Sea of Consciousness.
It was Luo Qingchen.
He had broken free from his trial and was now helping them.
“Hold onto your true self and do not be deceived by appearances.”
His voice, like a morning bell or evening drum, resonated in the hearts of the two women.
Lin Wan’er and Su Xiaowan trembled slightly, their eyes instantly regaining clarity.
When they broke free from the Illusion Realm, they found themselves still standing before the hall.
But beads of cold sweat covered both of them.
Meanwhile, Luo Qingchen looked at them calmly.
“There is one final trial left.”
As he spoke, the energy barrier ahead condensed into three humanoid figures identical to them.
These figures not only looked exactly like them but also emitted the same aura.
This was the third trial, the trial of strength.
It tested their abilities as well as their teamwork.
“Let’s move!”
Luo Qingchen shouted, charging forward.
A peculiar battle commenced.
They were facing enemies with the same strength and combat skills as themselves.
Every attack and every defense was perfectly anticipated and neutralized by the opponent.
Quickly, the battle reached a stalemate.
“This isn’t working!”
Su Xiaowan shouted anxiously.
“They have no emotions, no weaknesses, and they fight in the most efficient way!”
Luo Qingchen furrowed his brow tightly.
He realized that his Chaotic Power gained no advantage when facing the “self” using the same power.
“Since I can’t defeat myself, then… I must surpass myself!”
A realization flashed in Luo Qingchen’s eyes.
