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Very quickly, the two of them entered the inherited Palace.

Thousands of soul lamps floated up and down like a flowing river of lamps. Among the stars of the lamps, the one that looked like the sun in the sky was particularly spectacular.

In the void above the soul lamp, Fu Qiong, who was wearing a simple robe, was sitting in the air. He sensed PEI Ling\'s arrival and slowly opened his eyes.

&Quot; patriarch! &Quot; PEI Ling lowered his head and bowed, " greetings, patriarch Fu Qiong! &Quot;

As he greeted, yinu bowed silently and left.

\'Fu Qiong\' looked at PEI Ling and nodded slightly.

A blood-colored flight of stairs appeared in the entire Legacy Hall. It started in front of Fu Qiong and quickly crossed over tens of thousands of soul lamps before appearing in front of PEI Ling\'s feet.

This blood-colored staircase seemed to be formed purely from blood water, but it was also as transparent and ethereal as an illusion, as if it had no physical form.

Each step was engraved with a dense number of demonic ghosts. Their eyes were filled with hatred and malice. Black smoke rose and filled the hall, as if casting a clear shadow on the thousands of soul lamps.

Ancestral Master Fu Qiong stood up and said, " "Get on."

"Yes!" PEI Ling immediately replied.

He stepped onto the blood-colored stairs. As soon as he stepped up, he felt a series of indescribable changes in his surroundings.

It was as if he had already left the hall of inheritance in that instant. However, when he looked around, his soul lamps were still floating in the sea and there was nothing unusual about the scene before him.

As if sensing his confusion, patriarch Fu Qiong stood on the stairs with his hands behind his back and said lightly, " "This is the path to the sect\'s Secret place."

&Quot; all the patriarchs of the sage sect will enter a secret place to cultivate after their tribulations. &Quot;

"Although you\'re still at the Dao integration stage, your tribulation is just around the corner, so you\'re qualified to come."

"As you command!" PEI Ling bowed.

He strode to the back of ancestral Master Fu Qiong and followed his footsteps into the depths of the inheritance Palace.

The void was empty, but every step Fu Qiong took, the illusionary blood-colored stairs would appear perfectly.

After walking for some time, a huge picture scroll gradually appeared in front of them.

The scroll was ancient in color, as if it had been through a very long time. It was a drawing of a boundless sea of blood, and in the center of the sea of blood, on a rising throne, sat a blurry figure that looked like a wet ink painting.

PEI Ling immediately recognized that the person in the painting was the Grandmaster of netherblood who had stood up for him!

Fu Qiong stood in front of the painting and said in a flat voice, " "This is \'nether blood\'."

"Four thousand years ago, he broke through to the Tribulation stage and became the ancestral master of the sect."

"I\'m only one Dao tribulation away from the Mahayana stage."

&Quot; but without a hundred years, he doesn\'t have the strength to take on this Dao calamity. &Quot;

"He can\'t participate in this fleeting life chess game."

PEI Ling listened seriously. The \'taste of the world\' of the nine luminaries mountain was also only missing the last Dao tribulation.

However, the last time he was in the Wu Shi villa, he had already attracted the last Dao test. Now, he did not know whether he had succeeded or failed.

However, according to ancestral Master Fu Qiong\'s words, it could be inferred that the cultivation of taste of the world should be about a hundred years higher than that of nether blood ...

Fu Qiong didn\'t stop in front of the portrait of \'nether blood\' for long. He continued walking forward.

Soon, another scroll appeared. This scroll was drawn with many strange-shaped corpse puppets, which were ghastly and terrifying. They were surrounding a middle-aged man in brocade clothes, golden crown, and jade pendants. His face seemed to be shrouded in mist, and his temperament was quite uninhibited. He held a wine vessel in his hand and seemed to be drinking to his heart\'s content.

Ancestral Master Fu Qiong stopped and introduced calmly, " "This is \'Vader\',"

"The Tribulation from four thousand seven hundred years ago."

"He died in the 23rd Dao trial."

"What\'s sealed in this painting is his divine sense and inheritance."

&Quot; every time the outer sect competition, the Saint or saintess Hall, the sect master\'s inauguration ceremony, and similar occasions, the spiritual will Phantom will occasionally wake up. &Quot;

"This remnant divine sense has no consciousness. It can only do certain things according to its will when it was alive,"

A tribulation Transcender who had already died?

PEI Ling was slightly startled. Seeing that ancestral Master Fu Qiong continued to walk forward, he hurriedly followed.

Not long after, the third painting appeared. This painting was colorful and full of flowers. It looked like a Hall of wealth and gold. However, if one looked carefully, one would find that all the flowers and herbs had the outline of a resentful face, full of gloominess and resentment.

Among the flowers, a feminine-looking male cultivator sat on the ground. He held a flower branch in his hand and lowered his head slightly. Only a small part of his extremely pale face could be seen.

"This is \'slaughter\'," Fu Qiong said.

&Quot; he died in the thirty-seventh trial of Dao. &Quot;

"Just like Vader, his spiritual sense and inheritance are sealed in this scroll."

"Every time something big happens in the sect, the hall of inheritance will be alerted, and there will be an opportunity to wake up."

Then, he continued to walk forward.

PEI Ling followed closely behind.

The steps seemed to be endless, and many scrolls were hanging in the air, lining up on their way.

"Fu Qiong" introduced the place to PEI Ling as they walked.

There were hundreds of scrolls here, but most of the patriarchs in the paintings had already fallen, leaving only their spiritual sense and inheritance.

When they walked to a certain painting, Fu Qiong said, " "This is \'star hatred\',"

"I\'m only one Dao tribulation away from the Mahayana stage."

"She\'s different from the \'netherblood\'. Her Dao tribulation can descend at any time."

"Now that I\'m sleeping in the painting, it\'s the method of the sage sect to delay the Dao tribulation."

"I will wake her up after you finish the last challenge."

"When the time comes, she will head to the void outside the region to undergo her last Dao tribulation."

"If he didn\'t die, he will also participate in the fleeting life chess game."

PEI Ling looked into the painting. In the painting, white bones were piled up like a mountain. On the peak of the mountain, a masked female cultivator stood with her hands behind her back.

Her long hair hung down like a waterfall and scattered behind her. A thin veil covered her face, revealing only a pair of cold and sharp eyes. They were burning like fire and sharp like blades. The veil covered her face, and only her red lips were as bright as blood.

He nodded slightly. This Grandmaster " Xing hen " seemed to be on the same level as the " worldly taste " of the nine luminaries mountain ...

&Quot; Fu Qiong " continued to walk forward. For the next few portraits, some were lying among mountains of corpses and seas of blood, some were resting in mass graves, some were floating above the sea of Souls, and some were surrounded by countless baby ghosts ...

Some of these ancestors had already died, while some were seriously injured in the Dao tribulation and were on the verge of death. They needed a long time to recover and had no hope of reaching Grand completion in a short period of time.

Step, step, step ...

"Fu Qiong" walked to another portrait. In the portrait, there was a six or seven-year-old boy dressed in a red robe and golden locks. However, in the void on both sides of his head, there were two identical faces, one crying and one laughing, closely following each other. It was very strange.

Fu Qiong stopped and introduced, " "This is the \'Ningning\'."

"He\'s the same as \'Xing hen\', he still has one last Dao tribulation."

"In addition, the Dao tribulation can descend at any time."

"If you successfully pass the Tribulation, you will also participate in this fleeting life chess game."

Next,"Fu Qiong" introduced the surviving tribulations. There were men and women, all with different appearances and temperaments. The only similarity was that they all had one last tribulation of Dao left.

A moment later, a picture scroll that was twice the size of the previous ones appeared in front of them. It faintly emitted a power fluctuation that made one\'s heart palpitate.