Before disappearing, Zhou Yan’s understanding of the Broken Stele deepened to another level.
The Broken Stele was not ant to slay the Heavenly Heart. Rather, the sign was itself in the harsh environnt of the Ancestor Dragon Emperor Star.
The surroundings of the Broken Stele have no essential connection to the stele itself.
Slaughter did not originate from the Broken Stele, nor would it end because of the Broken Stele——The slaughter ended because it was interrupted by Zhou Yan’s rit Creation Power.
Zhou Yan ascended like riding the mist, entering a Heavenly Pool where powerful energy cleansed his body and mind. anwhile, Zhou Yan ca to understand the source of the earlier peril.
Perhaps, for Zhou Yan, the existence of the Broken Stele was a supre existence because the stele is truly perfect and immortal, leaving no need for explanations.
Yet Zhou Yan still sensed an explanation—the explanation of the unjust death for the Heavenly Heart.
"This is the unique disposition and will of the Human Clan. The Broken Stele may be immortal, but it’s still the inheritance of mankind, so how could I not understand?"
"There might have been so discord between Cultivators and practitioners, but it shouldn’t have led to such hatred in this situation. Would I ever suspect that the killing intent ca from the Broken Stele?"
Zhou Yan muttered to himself, as if responding to the Broken Stele.
However, this reply did not have further elaboration.
Much like the external environnt, this was a unique world of ice and snow.
In this world, Zhou Yan saw snow-capped mountains, barren lands, and vast earth with all kinds of snow-covered landscapes.
The scenery here was so familiar, yet so stirring to the heart.
Ji Yu Cold Ice Cave?
Changbai Mountain of the Earth Ancestral Land?
Kunlun’s Jade Void Mountain?
Heavenly Pool Thunder Marsh?
Perhaps they were all these, or perhaps none.
Who could distinguish whether these scenes in Heaven and Earth were the sa or different?
In familiar scenes, there were unfamiliar people; in unfamiliar scenes, there were familiar fragnts. What truly mattered about familiarity or unfamiliarity?
In the Cold Pond-like pool water, Zhou Yan quietly absorbed its energy—a very pure Power of Heaven. This power couldn’t elevate his Realm but could gradually condense and solidify Zhou Yan’s pieces of Immortal Profound aning.
Though it doesn’t transform the Realm, the advantages of this purification far surpass the effects of Realm transformation.
Zhou Yan sat quietly in the pool for three days and nights.
No danger appeared, nor did any changes in ti or space.
The cold wind of Heaven and Earth still howled, large flakes of snow still floated down gently, covering all things.
The cold wind like a knife used Heaven and Earth as a cutting board, regarding all life as fishes and at.
Within these three days, Zhou Yan cald himself, reflecting on past events. He removed the dregs and refined the essence of all his past cultivation insights, integrating them into his understanding anew.
Zhou Yan also began to discard so of the past’s complex and irrelevant mories.
Ultimately, Zhou Yan seed to open the knot in his heart, once again facing the current Heaven and Earth.
Zhou Yan’s grasp of principles, whether it be the Ancestral Dragon Secret Technique, the Nirvana Secret Technique, the Life and Death Profound aning, the Reincarnation Secret, the Heavenly Destiny Secret, or the Creation Secret—all showed essential progress and consolidation.
If faced with such bizarre peril again, as three days ago, Zhou Yan could potentially neutralize the invisible attack before anyone got hurt, saving everyone present.
Unfortunately, so matters, once passed, are ultimately irreversible.
And in reality, within less than a day, Zhou Yan had already achieved the Fifth Level of the Bitter Sea Realm. Now, three days and nights passed. In such a harsh environnt, how powerful had the surviving Cultivators beco?
It’s hard to say.
After all, from the first day onward, any Cultivator who survived was likely extraordinary.
Zhou Yan could no longer sense the unique energy infusion within the Tai Chi-like circular pool water, knowing the pool’s effects had been exhausted, so he left the water.
Afterward, Zhou Yan utilized Purple Fla Power to dry his damp Fluttering Spirit Wind-Leather Gown.
At this mont, he began to carefully observe this world of ice and snow.
This snow was not rely snow, but a kind of Tao.
A type of immortal power, a form of Buddha Path.
The two intertwined, filled with a complex energy aura.
In the pool water, Zhou Yan couldn’t see or sense this clearly, but once out of the water, he imdiately noticed the situation.
And looking in the direction the snow was fluttering from—Zhou Yan saw it was that enormous, towering snow mountain.
"Should I go up the snow mountain?"
"Then let’s go and see. The Broken Stele ntioned that there is inheritance from Immortals and Buddhas here. I should go and take a look."
"If I can inherit it, I’ll take it on. If not, I’ll wait for a destined person to co and accept this inheritance."
Zhou Yan mumbled to himself, then step by step walked towards the snow mountain.
Underfoot, each step felt like walking on the complex rules of the Emperor Pattern, with every step the rules would change, the sound of the Emperor Pattern breaking resembled the sound of snowflakes being trampled underfoot.
"Squeak—"
"Squeak—"
The sound was crisp and loud.
In this cold and silent world, in this boundless universe, the clear sound made everything seem so small and insignificant.
At that mont, Zhou Yan even felt as if he was walking on the palm of a decaying creature.
However, the snow-covered land was not the palm of any creature, and the Snow Peak was not the head of any creature either.
The mountain was very high.
While walking, Zhou Yan brought the Void Profound aning to its utmost, his steps gradually beca faster, yet the summit seed still unreachable.
His footsteps did not falter, although each step seed difficult, Zhou Yan’s speed increased.
After adjusting to the characteristics of this space, the Void Profound aning began to reveal its unique abilities, combined with the energy within Zhou Yan’s bloodline, the summit no longer seed so unattainable.
Speeding like flying.
Running like a torrent.
Zhou Yan’s speed increased more and more.
Finally, in less than half a day, Zhou Yan stepped onto the summit of the Snow Peak.
As the summit unfolded, Zhou Yan saw a temple.
Previously, Zhou Yan could not see anything at the summit, only its outline, a silhouette vaguely like a human figure.
Now, having ascended to the summit, Zhou Yan found no human-shaped silhouette, but rather an actually magnificent temple.
It stood quietly like an ancient palace atop the Snow Peak.
On the temple, in ancient Immortal Emperor Runes, were engraved two large dragon-like characters — ’Emperor Temple.’
Zhou Yan’s knowledge of Immortal Emperor Runes had reached nearly four thousand, recognizing these two ancient rune characters was unsurprising.
However, these two words made his soul tremble violently; at that mont, Zhou Yan even felt those two characters had co alive, transforming into two fierce Golden Ancestor Dragons, roaring as they charged towards Zhou Yan’s eyes.
Zhou Yan’s pupils abruptly contracted, awakening him from a daze, making him incredibly alert.
In that instant, Zhou Yan clearly heard the sound of his heartbeat as it echoed violently within him.
Zhou Yan sensed his condition, finding no abnormalities, but upon looking at the words ’Emperor Temple’ again, Zhou Yan only felt the Emperor Patterns as ordinary, no longer so glaring.
"Could it be, I absorbed Emperor Power from the two Emperor Patterns of the Emperor Temple?"
Zhou Yan’s heart sank, generating this thought.
But upon sensing his body and soul again, he found no anomalies, suspecting his previous deductions were incorrect.
Yet, Zhou Yan temporarily set aside deeper contemplation, calming himself silently.
Thereafter, Zhou Yan approached the ancient Emperor Temple.
Within the Emperor Temple lay rich Immortal and Buddha Power.
The Immortal Power was like a Life Soul Spring, vast and astonishingly dense, but Zhou Yan’s current state prevented absorption or cultivation, for it was the foundation of the temple’s existence.
Just like the Buddha Power, Zhou Yan could not absorb it either, doing so would affect the Emperor Temple.
The external rules did not acknowledge Immortal Power and Buddhist powers, making them useless outside, a burden rather than a benefit.
This was why the Broken Stele sought ’a person of fate.’
Reaching here, Zhou Yan almost instinctively thought of a person, one suprely suitable for the inheritance here — Hua Qiudao.
If anyone in this world were suitable for the inheritance here, doubtlessly it would be Hua Qiudao alone.
"Hua Qiudao— I didn’t expect, upon entering here, to discover the true heir to the Immortal Buddha’s legacy, Broken Stele, if you can sense my soul’s thoughts, then when I et Hua Qiudao, how should I lead him here?"
Zhou Yan emitted soul power, sensing the void, transmitting his thoughts through the void.
"With your abilities, you can indeed obtain the inheritance here, your Ancestor Dragon rules encompass remarkable Tao such as Form Intent, Soul Slash, even though these Tao originated in a calamity-stricken place, Tao itself cares not for origins, perfecting them ensures future use. Yet, you voluntarily relinquished this responsibility."
The Broken Stele’s voice remained hoarse, yet echoed within Zhou Yan’s soul perception.
"Hua Qiudao, filled with rit Creation Power, is the most suitable heir here, none other."
"If he is suitable, he will naturally co here, you need not worry. This ti, the Big Rift has split the entire Ancestor Dragon Emperor Star, but as of now, only your group has seen the Broken Stele, which indicates soone within you all holds destiny. Similarly, if he is suitable, he will certainly arrive."
"So, there’s no need to worry."
"However, since you’ve relinquished the inheritance, as one of the qualified best candidates, you may take a genuine Great Emperor Weapon with you."
The Broken Stele’s voice carried a hint of indifference.
Zhou Yan nodded, saying little, as he approached the core of the Emperor Temple’s endless energy.
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