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Holy Daoist bowed deeply to the old man, feeling overjoyed in his heart. With this book, he was certain he could step into the Saint Emperor Realm in the future.

The old man glanced at Holy Daoist and shook his head, “You have hastily cultivated several hundred Rules in a short time. Normally, you could have taken decades to recuperate, but with your life essence nearly depleted, it’s difficult to find the Spiritual Treasures needed to refine Elixirs that increase longevity!”

“What should I do?” Holy Daoist’s face changed color. His own lifespan was indeed running short, and he could feel it. If he had cultivated carefully, he could have lived for a few more decades, but because he cultivated hundreds of Rules, it caused his sea of consciousness to collapse and his Dantian was at its limit, which had sped up the passing of his life.

“Everything has a cause and effect. Since you have received my Inheritance, I have taken the liberty of calculating a bit and found that you will not die. The key lies in him,”

The old man waved his magic spell, ancient Runes swirling around before he pointed at Logan, “He is the variable. You all made it here thanks to him, right?”

Everyone nodded. From the second trial to the Heavenly Ladder, it was Logan who first came up with the strategies to pass the trials, allowing everyone to reach this place.

“Apart from this book, I also have a weapon with which I once fought across the world, the Saint Emperor’s Weapon. Whoever gains its recognition can take it away!”

With a smile, the old man made a long sword float in the air. The slight pressure it emitted made the dozens of Strong Ones present feel fear.

A Saint Emperor’s Weapon must be incredibly formidable, a hundred times stronger than their Divine Weapons. Everyone wanted it, for it would be the greatest enhancement to their combat power.

If they acquired it, it’s not about being unmatched in the Saint Seat Realm, but about easily taking on four or five Strong Ones of the same level by oneself.

“How can we obtain it?” Holy Daoist was the first to ask. Now that he had received the Saint Emperor’s Inheritance, he couldn’t be sure these dozens of people wouldn’t covet it. What if they fought over it later? But if he obtained the Emperor Weapon, the others surely would not dare to lay hands on him.

Even if a fight did break out, Holy Daoist was confident in preserving himself, making him more eager than anyone else, as it concerned his own safety.

To others, it meant a significant increase in combat power, while he would be at a disadvantage. He didn’t want to lose the book of Inheritance he held, but it was a hot potato at this moment. Without absolute strength, he couldn’t guarantee its safety; Holy Daoist didn’t think he could match everyone else.

The old man calmed the crowd and then said, “It’s simple. I will only ask one question. Whoever can answer it shall naturally receive the Emperor Weapon.”

“There are a total of three trials, plus this Heavenly Ladder. Do you know why I set these up? Why did I create these trials?”

As the old man spoke, dozens of people fell into silence. These trials had troubled them for a century, and they had been pondering over the creator’s intentions!

Someone scoffed and said bluntly, “Of course it’s to test us. If not for a test, why would you go through the trouble of setting up these three trials?”

This comment naturally earned the speaker eyerolls from everyone. It was obvious that these were tests. The old man was asking why he set up these particular tests, saying it was a test was as good as saying nothing.

“I think it’s a test of comprehension. You must want to find someone fated. These trials don’t test strength, but purely intellect and luck!”

Wexler Daoist thought for a moment and gave his answer, which changed everyone’s expression, as that was precisely the response they intended to give. Yet now, someone else had beaten them to it.

The old man shook his head, indicating the answer was incorrect. The others felt both disappointment and relief; disappointed that this answer was wrong, but relieved that they still had a chance.

Logan shook his head, thinking these people were too straightforward. Indeed, the tests were about comprehension, which he had mentioned to these dozens of individuals before.

Yet if it were so easy, the old man wouldn’t have bothered asking. Clearly, there had to be some other reason. Logan felt flooded with thoughts. The answer seemed obvious, but he couldn’t figure it out.

Building this Ancient Secret Realm and setting up three extremely challenging trials – if it weren’t for him, the dozens of Sanctuary Powerhouses would likely have been trapped for a lifetime. If the old man truly wanted to find someone for his Inheritance, what was the point of making the trials so difficult?

Could it be that the old man didn’t seek an Inheritor but rather a Strong One, one in a hundred even among the Sanctuary Powerhouses? Even if the old man was at the Saint Emperor Realm, would he bury the Inheritance by giving it to a Transcendent Tier?

“Entrusting it to someone?” Logan’s eyes brightened, and then he asked out loud, “Senior, may I ask how old are you? And how many years ago did you fall?”

“You really are extraordinary!” The old man laughed: “I fell 500 years ago, and I was only 3,000 years old. I was once a one-in-a-million genius, but sadly, heaven envies the outstanding.”

“Only 3,000 years old?” The dozens of Sanctuary Powerhouses gasped, as that was too young. They had all lived for several thousand years, and yet this Powerhouse above the Sanctuaries was almost the same age as them, and even younger than a few.

“Your fall has two likely causes: one is being ambushed by someone, and the other is suffering an injury. Regardless, you hold a grudge in your heart and seek an Inheritor to avenge you!”