155: Reclaim the soul, the real test!

"Compared to breaking the established Reincarnation and finding the ultimate answer, this is nothing."

Revered Xinghe stood before the throne, his white hair moving without a breeze, stars swirling in his eyes.

His voice was soft, yet it made the star marrow throughout the entire hall tremble slightly.

"Although the future is set, Heavenly Dao has fifty, and the Great Expansion has forty-nine... there is always a glimmer of hope."

Webb's single eye narrowed slightly: "If he fails..."

"Then it proves that he is not the Son of Destiny we are waiting for."

"Son of Destiny?"

Revered Xinghe looked up at the dome, where the star map was slowly changing: "Whenever heaven and earth undergo drastic changes, the will of the world favors certain individuals."

"They might save their race, or reverse the fate of a nation, or..."

His words stopped abruptly.

The Venerable suddenly turned his head to look at the Trial Tower.

Webb instantly tensed up: "What happened? Could it be that he—"

"The fortieth floor." Revered Xinghe's voice was uncharacteristically wavering, "He has already reached the fortieth floor."

"What?!"

Not just Webb, but the guards around the hall also felt it was unbelievable.

"Only half an hour has passed!" Webb's single arm veins bulged, "What Cultivation Technique did he choose? The Nine Revolutions Golden Body Art? Or the Heavenly Gang Overlord Body?"

Revered Xinghe slowly shook his head, "He did not choose a Cultivation Technique."

"Then he chose a Martial Skill?" A guard couldn't help but interject, "Ten Directions Annihilation Sword? Eight Desolations Burning Heaven Palm?"

"Neither."

The Venerable's answer instantly silenced the hall.

Webb's scar twisted into a knot: "Could it be that he..."

"He chose all equipment."

Revered Xinghe raised his hand, and a phantom of the Trial Tower unfolded in the air.

Su Lei could be clearly seen holding a crimson longsword, expressionlessly piercing the throat of the fiftieth-floor guardian.

Webb's face instantly turned ashen:

"It seems he didn't understand the meaning of the Trial Tower."

"In this illusory world, only those Martial Dao knowledge are the greatest gains of the trial."

"Relying solely on external objects to clear the levels... it seems he won't go far."

Revered Xinghe, however, did not speak, merely gazing at the constantly ascending figure in the phantom.

His expression grew increasingly solemn... Ten hours later.

The gate of the Trial Tower burst open, and a figure slowly walked out.

Su Lei's robes were already tattered, and his body was covered in fine scars,

but his eyes were sharper than when he entered, like a tempered blade.

The air in the hall seemed to solidify, and everyone held their breath.

—He really did it.

Revered Xinghe quietly watched Su Lei, starlight swirling in his eyes, eventually turning into a hint of admiration.

"Why..." Webb finally couldn't help but speak, his voice hoarse, "Why are you so familiar with the Trial Tower?"

Su Lei looked up and calmly replied: "I discovered a Trial Tower in the Kunlun Mountains and have undergone three trials there."

The hall immediately erupted in an uproar.

The guards looked at each other, their eyes filled with both shock and a hint of inexplicable relief.

Revered Xinghe's gaze softened slightly, as if seeing a more distant future through Su Lei.

"It seems..." he murmured, "Our civilization, after all, has left something for future generations."

He slowly walked down from the throne, and when he stood before Su Lei, the eyes that contained the galaxy held an unprecedented solemnity.

"If the catastrophe truly cannot be stopped..."

"Please preserve the tinder of human civilization."

The Venerable's voice was soft, yet it carried the weight of a thousand jin.

"Not just Martial Dao, but also technology, art, thought... everything of value."

"Even if our era is destined to perish, as long as the Legacy continues..."

"One day, future generations will break this endless Reincarnation."

Su Lei took a deep breath and solemnly promised: "I guarantee it."

Revered Xinghe nodded gently, "As per our agreement, I will hold the promotion ceremony for you."

"Venerable!" Webb suddenly took a step forward,

but was stopped by Revered Xinghe raising his hand.

"I will strip a Divided Soul from my Divine Soul and merge it with your consciousness."

"My experiences, insights, and understanding of the Dao... will all become a part of you."

"After the ceremony is complete, you will directly advance to Martial Ancestor, and in your future Cultivation, there will be no more Bottlenecks, until..."

"The Realm of a Venerable."

As soon as his words fell, a dead silence filled the hall.

Su Lei's pupils contracted slightly.

He naturally understood what this meant; it was equivalent to tearing the Soul apart!

He bowed deeply, his voice low and firm: "Thank you, Venerable, for your generosity."

Revered Xinghe looked at Webb, his star-swirling eyes showing no emotion, his voice as calm as a cold pond:

"Go and prepare the ceremony."

Webb, however, stood rooted to the spot, his body tense, his fists clenched.

A dead silence filled the hall.

After a long while, he looked up directly at the Venerable, his hoarse voice breaking the silence:

"Once the ceremony is complete... your Realm will fall to Martial Ancestor."

These words were like a giant rock thrown into still water; the guards in the hall unconsciously tightened their grip on their weapons.

"At that time, Tianyuan City will surely fall, and the western territories will be completely lost."

Webb's voice grew heavier and heavier, as if each word carried immense weight,

"The only three Venerables remaining in the east and south will be powerless to resist the beast tides from all directions..."

"Our civilization... will be completely destroyed, just like Xinghui City!"

"Is this..." His voice suddenly choked, "Is it really worth it?"

Revered Xinghe's expression remained as calm as an ancient well.

"Webb," his voice was soft, yet it made the air solidify, "we have already discussed this topic."

Webb took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently.

Suddenly, he turned to look at Su Lei, a determined light bursting forth from his single eye.

"No, there's another way!"

"It can both preserve your strength and... verify whether he truly is the Son of Destiny we are waiting for, the one this world yearns for!"

Revered Xinghe's snow-white eyebrows furrowed almost imperceptibly, his star robe moving without a breeze.

He did not speak, but the starlight throughout the entire hall flickered with his breathing.

Webb knelt on one knee, his voice hoarse but firm: "Infiltrate Xinghui City and retrieve Hong Tian Venerable's remains."

"And her remnant Divine Soul..."

"Merge it into his consciousness!"

The last sentence exploded like a clap of thunder, and the guards in the hall all changed color, some even unconsciously taking half a step back.

Revered Xinghe's expression finally changed.

"Hong Tian..."

As he softly uttered the name, the star map on the dome suddenly dimmed for an instant, as if some taboo had been touched.

Webb's voice, however, was exceptionally firm.

"If we can retrieve her remains and merge her Divine Soul into Su Lei's consciousness, it will not only achieve the effect you desire, but even surpass it!"

Revered Xinghe was silent for a long time, then finally sighed softly: "You know what this means."

"Xinghui City has already become a Demonic Beast lair... Even I wouldn't dare say I could escape unscathed."

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