Chapter 231: The Twelfth Undying Underworld Emperor (Thanks to Huo Lianfeng for my great god certification, gift value +8)

The Trial
Throughout history, countless powerful figures have chosen their successors using this most old and common method.
It's also the simplest and most convenient.
Many beings from the Flying Cloud Realm have stepped into this challenge.
"Damn it, why is this first trial so difficult? I'm so young, I broke through to the Void Realm at five hundred years old, and I can't even pass the first trial!"
"I'm a thousand years old, in the Nirvana Realm, I'm still young, why can't I pass the second trial of aptitude?"
"Damn it, what the hell is this comprehension? Why was I kicked out the moment a light flashed before my eyes?"
"I possess unparalleled talent, I entered the martial arts world at three, mastered ancient scriptures at ten, and comprehended the sage's methods at fifty, why can't I even pass the fifth level!"
"..."
Many beings were filled with despair.
They couldn't even dream of obtaining the Confucian Sword Saint's inheritance.
They couldn't even get past the sixth level.
"Look... that peerless ferocious crow is stuck on the third level!"
Many beings turned to look, surprised to find that the fearsome, peerless crow that had instilled such terror in them had stopped at the third level.
A powerful human even laughed, "The Confucian Sword Saint is an ancestor of our race! How could his legacy fall into the hands of an alien race?"
Su Chen stopped at the third level.
He fell silent.
His bloodline was only at the eighth rank.
The Confucian Sword Saint's aptitude at the third level required at least Saint-level talent.
"What a rigid old man,"
Su Chen muttered.
He didn't stop.
His body creaked under the immense pressure of the aura.
He still didn't retreat a single step.
Covered in blood, he didn't kneel.
Even though each step was extremely simple, each small step extremely brief.
Yet he continued walking towards the finish line.
This scene chilled the demon to the bone, and silenced all the laughing human powerhouses, as if their throats had been gripped.
Could it be... that he wasn't afraid of death?
At this moment.
Unconsciously.
Many beings watched that contorted figure.
They seemed to understand one thing.
What is the Dao Heart.
Su Chen finally took the last step.
Fourth level passed... Fifth level passed...
Looking back, everyone saw that the figure had already reached the sixth level.
The sixth level still didn't stop him in the slightest.
Seventh level... Eighth level... Ninth level
Su Chen stepped into the tenth level without any hindrance.
That final level.
All living beings were stunned.
Even the golden-robed little boy, who had always been observant and disdainful of everything, was shocked.
"How is this possible... how is this possible..."
As the spirit of a Saint King artifact, he naturally possessed considerable knowledge and understood the true value of being able to enter the tenth level set up by that old man.
Looking across the boundless starry sky.
Those were all supreme geniuses, possessing the potential of Great Saints.
Especially, except for the third level... in the other levels, not even a single step of that figure was hindered.
How astonishing!
Su Chen stepped into the tenth level.
A melancholy voice reached his ears:
"In my youth, I loved reading, so I traveled the world as a scholar. Later, I discovered that reading could not save the world, so I turned to swordsmanship. I became a great Confucian scholar, and a master swordsman. In a moment of inspiration, I merged Confucianism and swordsmanship into one, a style I call the Confucian Swordsmanship."
"In just a thousand years, he has been invincible throughout the Flying Cloud Realm, unparalleled in history, embarking on the path of the stars, witnessing the brilliance of all races."
Before Su Chen, an elderly scholar slowly emerged, a vast sea of ​​books behind him, his brushstrokes flowing like dragons and snakes, transforming into sharp edges.
Su Chen looked at the projection of the Confucian Sword Saint.
He finally understood why the Flying Cloud Realm possessed the remains of a powerful Saint King.
It turned out to be a prodigy who had stepped onto the Emperor's Path.
Perhaps he had fought on the Emperor's Path, failed, returned to his homeland, and silently passed away.
Such examples were commonplace on the Emperor's Path.
Once... far too many self-proclaimed invincible beings had their Dao hearts shattered because of him.
"Are you a demon?"
The projection of the Confucian Sword Saint was taken aback.
The Confucian Sword Saint suddenly sighed and said, "What does it matter if you're human or demon? Are you willing to become my disciple?"
"No."
"If you are willing, then...?"
The projection of the Confucian Sword Saint suddenly crashed.
He seemed completely taken aback that someone in the Flying Cloud Realm would actually refuse his inheritance.
The air fell silent.
The Confucian Sword Saint recovered his composure and stiffly asked, "You mean...you're unwilling to become my disciple?"
Su Chen replied, "You're human, I'm a demon. I'm not suitable to become your disciple."
The Confucian Sword Saint fell silent.
After a long while, he regained his composure and asked, "Then what do you want?"
Su Chen said directly, "Anything except your inheritance, like Saint King artifacts, Saint Medicines, and so on—the more the better."
What a joke.
A powerhouse of the Confucian Sword Saint's level, whether in his previous life, or even his previous life before that,
could crush a whole group with a flick of his wrist.
Trying to take advantage of him? No way!
The Confucian Sword Saint was speechless.
He seemed to have never expected this outcome.
The Confucian Sword Saint stiffened, saying, "These things will all be yours if you accept my inheritance and become my disciple."
Su Chen still refused.
"What a greedy little fellow,"
The Confucian Sword Saint sighed.
"Why won't you become my disciple? Is it simply because you are a demon and I am human?"
Su Chen replied, "I don't need to become anyone's disciple. My path is the strongest path, and one day I will break through the shackles and become the strongest."
The Confucian Sword Saint was stunned.
Throughout history, countless powerful figures have claimed to be invincible.
But after stepping onto that path,
they finally understood what it meant to be outmatched, to be beyond compare.
Even a genius like him was as numerous as grains of sand, countless in number.
He witnessed countless geniuses, and he also witnessed the rise and fall of that ancient emperor.
His proud path was shattered in a single move.
He silently returned to the Flying Cloud Realm, choosing to pass away peacefully, leaving behind his relics.
Now, however, he believed the demon before him.
Destined to surpass him, to crush all the prodigies of the past.
"Fine, fine... Since you refuse to become my disciple, and since my legacy has already been born, I will not wait for a second being to step into this place."
"I will pass on the legacy to the human race."
"Everything except the legacy will be given to you."
"An interesting little demon."
The Confucian Sword Saint stood with his hands behind his back.
A sudden gust of wind arose.
He, carried by the wind, gradually transformed into runes.
They coalesced into a golden scroll.
It drifted towards the human race.
"That is the Confucian Sword Saint's legacy!"
"I knew it! How could the legacy of the Confucian Sword Saint possibly accept the demon race?"
"He's flying towards us!"
Many human prodigies were incredibly excited.
Many demons felt a chill run down their spines.
The Confucian Sword Saint ultimately refused to accept the demon race.
The legacy of a powerful saint had fallen into the hands of humans!
A human powerhouse who had entered the fifth level seized the incoming legacy and laughed heartily.
"The Confucian Sword Saint's legacy is mine! I will possess a sacred artifact and dominate the world!"
At that moment,
the golden-robed little boy flew to Su Chen's side.
His expression was respectful.
"Master!"
That clear, childlike voice
resonated throughout the entire ruins.