A thick mist shrouded the suspension bridge.
Lin Moyu had just defeated another puppet—the third one, an Archer. This ti, it took him a little longer, about three minutes, to overco it.
Defeating the Archer puppet granted him 1,500 attribute points, pushing each of his attributes to 13,000.
As another light descended upon him, and the heat inside his body grew stronger, enveloping him in a white glow. From a distance, he looked like a walking ball of light.
"The platforms are grouped in pairs—first you learn skills, then you face a challenge. Winning ans passing. As the trial progresses, the skills beco harder to master, and the puppets grow stronger, making each challenge more intense than the last one."
"This isn't just a test of comprehension but also of combat ability."
A realization struck Lin Moyu: the woods and orchards were actually the first stage. Learning skills and facing challenges made up the second stage. That was the proper classification.
For many years, everyone had misunderstood, likely due to mory loss upon leaving the Ancestral Land.
No one rembered this stag, leading to the widespread misconception that it was the third stage. This error had persisted for generations.
At that mont, Lin Moyu felt deep gratitude toward Bai Yiyuan, Yan Kuangsheng, and ng Anwen.
If not for their decision to have him possess puppets during the Shenxia Tower’s trial—allowing him to master every class—he wouldn’t have overco the challenges so effortlessly.
"I wonder what skills the next platform will offer."
So far, Lin Moyu had faced Swordsman, Mage, and Archer puppets.
The remaining opponents were likely Knight, Assassin, Summoner, Brawler, and other class puppets.
Upon reaching the seventh platform, he noticed a single stone tablet.
"Only one?"
A lone tablet ant just one skill. It seed simple, but that only made Lin Moyu more cautious.
Stepping forward, he examined the inscription, his eyes flashing with astonishnt.
[Skill: Cure Glimr]
[Cure Glimr: a low-level healing skill that heals the target and restores their health.]
A healing skill?
Lin Moyu couldn't help but picture the upcoming challenge—him and a puppet that only knew how to heal locked in a battle of relentless healing, to see who could "out-heal" the other first…
The thought alone was amusing.
Still, he decided to learn the skill.
He had never used a healing skill before.
Even when he had possessed puppets in the Shenxia Tower’s trial, all the classes had been combat-oriented.
But that wouldn’t stop him. He imagined himself as a Healer—one responsible for healing, restoring health, removing control effects, lifting curses, and dispelling abnormal statuses.
That was the essence of a Healer’s role.
Half an hour later, a soft glow ford in his hand.
Cure Glimr—successfully mastered.
It was his first ti wielding a Healer skill, and he found the experience novel.
He cast Cure Glimr, but without a target, the radiance faded into the air. The skill required a target to take effect.
After waiting another half hour, the stone tablet vanished, and a new suspension bridge appeared.
On another platform, Lin Mohan had just mastered Cure Glimr when her own stone tablet disappeared.
With a smile, she remarked, "Moyu sure is really fast."
Lin Mohan knew more about the Ancestral Land than anyone, even God-level figures like Mo Xinghe. She understood so of its hidden rules.
Since her stone tablet had disappeared just thirty minutes after she arrived, it ant Lin Moyu was half an hour ahead of her.
Only he could maintain such a pace—anyone else wouldn’t stand a chance.
anwhile, Mo Yun and Ning Yiyi furrowed their brows.
They had just set foot on the platform, but before they could even examine the stone tablet, it vanished.
Ning Yiyi stomped her foot in frustration, "What about the next level?"
Unaware of this, Lin Moyu pressed forward.
Lin Mohan had deliberately kept this rule from him, knowing that if he learned about it, he would slow down to wait for them.
She chose not to tell him—so he could advance at full speed.
Stepping onto the eighth platform, Lin Moyu saw puppets once again. But this ti, the challenge was different—it wasn’t combat.
At the center stood a single puppet, besieged by five others.
It was barely holding on.
Lin Moyu imdiately understood.
This ti, the goal wasn’t to fight—it was to keep it alive.
Without hesitation, he locked onto the puppet and cast Cure Glimr. A soft radiance wrapped around it, restoring a portion of its health.
But Cure Glimr was just a low-level skill, its healing effect diocre at best. He had to cast it nonstop.
He struggled to keep up.
The puppet he was protecting was nearly useless in combat, standing no chance against the five attackers.
Lin Moyu gradually realized that the real challenge of this level wasn’t the skill itself—it was spirit force.
Healing constantly drained his spirit force, and no matter how vast his reserves were, they would eventually run dry.
The solution beca clear.
To pass this challenge, he couldn’t just heal—he had to fight.
The scattered weapons on the ground reinforced this idea. However, with no access to active combat skills—having forgotten those from before—he could only rely on raw combat techniques.
Balancing both offense and support made the challenge significantly harder.
While casting Cure Glimr, Lin Moyu stepped forward and picked up a sword.
To him, all weapons were the sa—he simply grabbed whatever was within reach.
With a brief shout, he charged into battle, thrusting his sword at one of the puppet’s attackers.
Clang!
When their swords clashed, Lin Moyu imdiately assessed his opponent’s strength attribute—around 5,000.
This attribute was more than other participants could handle, but for him, it was nothing.
His current 13,000 strength attribute far outclassed his opponent.
Healing with one hand and fighting with the other, Lin Moyu effortlessly juggled both roles.
Multitasking like this was second nature to him.
Even without active combat skills, his combat techniques were nearly flawless.
And with Damage Transfer, he had no need for defense—all incoming damage was redirected to his skeletons.
That ant he could fight without restraint.
No hesitation. No dodging. Just pure, relentless offense.
To an outsider, his attacks might seem reckless, but only he knew the truth—this was the fastest and most efficient way to win.
Overwhelming strength. Superior technique. Absolute disregard for enemy attacks.
With these three advantages combined, he pushed his opponent to the brink in an instant.
Even when the opponent used skills, he ignored them.
A sharp flash of steel—his sword sliced clean through the opponent, cutting it to pieces.
Boom!
The puppet’s body exploded into countless specks of light that rged into Lin Moyu.
But his attributes remained unchanged—this challenge wasn’t over yet.
Without pause, he continued casting Cure Glimr while engaging the next enemy.
The puppets’ combat style was straightforward—he had already dissected their patterns.
This ti, the fight was even shorter. Within just a couple of moves, he eliminated the second opponent.
Then the third…
In a blink, no enemies remained.
A gust of wind swept through, leaving the platform completely empty—except for the sword in his hand.
His attributes surged once again—each increased by 3,000.
Another beam of light descended, rging into his body. It was the third one since entering the Ancestral Land.
The heat within him intensified.
Outside the Ancestral Land, a faint light flickered.
One after another, Ning Yiyi and Mo Yun were teleported out.
Both of them looked confused, unable to rember anything about the trials.
Everything after stepping onto the first platform was a blur—they vaguely recalled trying to comprehend sothing, but nothing more.
Seeing they were unhard, Ning Tairan and Mo Xinghe finally exhaled in relief.
Ning Tairan turned to his granddaughter, "Yiyi, check your attributes."
Ning Yiyi did—and gasped, "They've increased!"
Ning Tairan nodded, as if expecting this, "By how much?"
She quickly checked, "Strength, agility, and spirit increased by 3,000. Physique by 7,000. And I gained an additional trait—health is raised by 20%!"
Ning Tairan finally relaxed.
Based on past experiences, these gains were within the normal range.
Mo Yun’s gains matched Ning Yiyi’s exactly.
Of the 30 participants, one had died, while 26 had returned safely.
That ant only three remained inside—Lin Moyu, Lin Mohan, and Sha Jin of the Sha Family.
The elder of the Sha Family grinned from ear to ear.
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