239: The Heavenly Tomb Trial will take its place!

With a thought, Lu Yuan instantly contacted Myriad Soul Heavenly Venerate through the secret channel constructed by the Formless Heavenly Demon Art.

"Myriad Soul, receive the method."

Without any nonsense, Lu Yuan directly performed the "Great Meng Qianqiu" technique, transforming his insights and usage of the Buddhist Six-Syllable Mantra into a spiritual seed. He planted it deep within Myriad Soul Heavenly Venerate's Sea of Consciousness across the endless space.

This Six-Syllable Mantra was obtained by Lu Yuan after slaying the Pure World Bodhisattva. It contained the purest Buddhist demon-subduing power, specifically countering all Yin Souls, remnant thoughts, and evil spirits.

In a place filled with Yin Qi like the Heavenly Tomb, it was simply a lethal weapon... The Soul Clan's ancestral land, the entrance to the Heavenly Tomb.

Two figures stood side by side.

The person on the left wore a purple-gold robe. His face was handsome but carried a hint of femininity; he was the popular candidate for the Soul Clan's Clan Chief, Hun Fanxian.

The person on the right was dressed in a black robe with a gloomy expression—it was Myriad Soul Heavenly Venerate.

"Brother, this time the Old Ancestor has shown mercy and given you one last chance. You must grasp it well." Hun Fanxian turned his head to look at Myriad Soul Heavenly Venerate, a playful smile curling at the corners of his mouth. "If you die inside, don't blame me for not warning you. Those Old Ancestors in the Heavenly Tomb don't have very good tempers."

Myriad Soul Heavenly Venerate remained expressionless, but an imperceptible cold glint flashed deep within his eyes. "There is no need for my elder brother to worry. It remains to be seen who will emerge victorious."

"Hmph, stubborn." Hun Fanxian snorted coldly and took the first step into the pitch-black entrance of the Heavenly Tomb.

Myriad Soul Heavenly Venerate followed closely behind.

Inside the Heavenly Tomb was a world of gloom, with visible Yin Baleful Qi floating everywhere.

Countless illusory shadows darted through the mist, letting out hair-raising roars.

These were the remnant thoughts of fallen experts from previous generations of the Soul Clan. Though they had lost their sanity, their instincts remained, making them extremely ferocious.

As soon as they entered, several Yin Souls at the Great Ascension Stage pounced on them.

Hun Fanxian summoned a Soul-Summoning Banner and resisted cautiously, appearing quite strained.

In contrast, Myriad Soul Heavenly Venerate looked composed, even carrying a strange smile.

"Om, Mani, Padme, Hum!"

He lightly uttered the mantra.

In an instant, six ancient golden characters emerged around him, emitting a vast Buddhist light.

As soon as those ferocious Yin Souls touched the Buddhist light, they were like snow meeting a blazing sun, instantly letting out shrill screams and vanishing into thin air.

Myriad Soul Heavenly Venerate walked with his hands behind his back as if strolling in a courtyard. Wherever he passed, the Yin Souls retreated, and no evil could encroach.

"This... what kind of method is this?!"

Hun Fanxian, following behind, was dumbfounded, and a storm of shock surged in his heart.

Was this still his useless younger brother who had always been suppressed by him? This kind of Divine Ability specifically designed to counter Yin Souls was something even the Old Ancestor hadn't mastered!

However, the shock in Hun Fanxian's eyes soon turned into a sinister cold smile.

"Hmph, so what if you're strong? Once we reach the Reincarnation Pool, it will be the day you die."

The two of them ventured deeper and finally reached the deepest part of the Heavenly Tomb.

Ahead, a pool spanning a hundred feet lay quietly.

The pool water showed a strange black and white color, slowly rotating to form a massive Taiji pattern.

Above the pool's surface, illusory shadows of Dragons and Phoenixes circled, with thousands of auspicious rays emitting a strange fragrance that seemed to sublimate the Soul.

This was the Reincarnation Pool, and within it was the legendary reincarnation immortal liquid.

The moment Myriad Soul Heavenly Venerate approached the Reincarnation Pool.

"Buzz!"

The pool water boiled, and a terrifying pressure suddenly descended.

An old and illusory figure slowly rose from the bottom of the pool.

Although it was only a remnant Soul, that Void Immortal aura that stood above all living beings made the entire Heavenly Tomb tremble.

The Third Generation Ancestor of the Soul Clan!

"Jie jie jie... You've finally come."

The ancestor's remnant Soul stared greedily at Myriad Soul Heavenly Venerate, as if looking at a perfect vessel. "Not bad, the Physical Body is acceptable, and the Divine Soul is quite condensed. Junior, you and I are fated. I wish to pass on the supreme Dao to you.

Why don't you hurry up and open your mind to accept the Legacy?"

Although he spoke of a Legacy, the malice in his eyes was not hidden at all as he turned into a streak of black light and charged toward Myriad Soul Heavenly Venerate's forehead.

However.

Facing the Possession of the Void Immortal remnant Soul, Myriad Soul Heavenly Venerate not only didn't panic but instead revealed a mocking cold smile.

"Legacy? Just based on a lonely ghost like you, you're worthy of being my ancestor?"

Before he finished speaking, his hands formed seals, and within his Sea of Consciousness, the Six-Syllable Mantra instantly erupted.

"Om Mani Padme Hum! Suppress!"

"Boom!"

The golden Buddhist light exploded in the Sea of Consciousness, transforming into a golden cage that instantly trapped the intruding ancestor's remnant Soul firmly.

"Ah—!! What is this?! The supreme Buddhist mantra?! You... you are not a member of the Soul Clan! Who are you?!"

The ancestor's remnant Soul let out a shrill scream. Under the burning of the Buddhist light, his Soul body began to dissolve rapidly. His originally powerful Void Immortal will was as fragile as paper at this moment.

"It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is that you're going to die."

Myriad Soul Heavenly Venerate smiled coldly and circulated the "Soul-Swallowing Secret Art" taught by Lu Yuan.

"Swallow!"

A massive black hole formed in the Sea of Consciousness, swallowing the weakened ancestor's remnant Soul in one gulp.

As the Void Immortal remnant Soul was refined, a vast torrent of memories and pure Soul Power flooded into Myriad Soul Heavenly Venerate's body.

His aura began to undergo a subtle change, becoming more weathered and ancient, as if he had become a different person.

This was his disguise.

Since the Old Ancestor wanted him to be possessed, he would show them he was possessed!

After finishing all this, Myriad Soul Heavenly Venerate turned to look at the Reincarnation Pool. With a wave of his sleeve, he took the entire pool of reincarnation immortal liquid into his Possession.

"Thank you for the gift, Old Ancestor." He bowed toward the Void Realm, a demonic arc curling at the corner of his mouth.

Fifteen minutes later.

Deep in the Heavenly Tomb, by the Reincarnation Pool.

Hun Fanxian finally arrived late.

He looked at the figure ahead with its back turned to him, exuding an ancient and weathered aura, and his heart skipped a beat.

That aura was exactly the same as the aura of the third-generation ancestor he had felt in the clan's historical records—deep, vast, and carrying a sense of decay and majesty that transcended time.

Hun Fanxian immediately restrained the arrogance and mockery on his face, bowed respectfully, and shouted, "Unworthy descendant Hun Fanxian welcomes the ancestor's return! The ancestor's Divine Might is peerless and eternal!"

Myriad Soul Heavenly Venerate slowly turned around.

His face was still the familiar one, but his eyes had become extremely strange.

It was an indifference that looked down upon all living beings and viewed all things as straw dogs, as if the Soul Clan Prodigy with Great Ascension Stage cultivation before him was nothing more than a slightly stronger ant.

"Rise."

He spoke plainly, his voice hoarse but carrying an unquestionable deterrent force. "Now that I have returned, I shall restore the glory of the Soul Clan."

Hearing this familiar yet strange tone, Hun Fanxian no longer had any doubts. He was even more convinced that the person before him had been successfully possessed by the ancestor.