1049: Chapter 1048 The Struggle for Inheritance Begins

The Spirit of the Legacy ignored the reactions below; his lips did not move, but a clear and indifferent voice resonated directly within everyone's Soul.

"The Legacy of Master Canglan leaves seven Divine Abilities here. Those who wish to obtain the final Legacy must first prove their own potential."

"The seven Divine Abilities are all of the 'Minor Divine Ability' rank, belonging to the branches of the seven fundamental Daos: Wind, Thunder, Water, Fire, Earth, Light, and Dark."

"Choose one to practice. Within three months, those who gain a basic understanding and condense the embryonic form of the Divine Ability will be qualified to step onto the 'Canglan Heavenly Stairs' and compete for the Master's core Legacy."

"Time limit: three months. Rule: Use any means necessary; life and death are irrelevant."

The words were concise but struck everyone's hearts like hammers.

Three months to gain a basic mastery of a Minor Divine Ability!

This condition was terrifyingly harsh, but it also gave hope to those Prodigies who were well-prepared and specialized in the corresponding attribute Cultivation Techniques.

"Only by mastering a Divine Ability am I worthy of stepping onto the stairs to compete for the Legacy..."

Black Dream narrowed her eyes slightly and sent a voice transmission to Bai Luo, "Can the Hundred Flowers Immortal Domain help me quickly master one of them?"

"Rest assured, Your Highness. Our domain has long been prepared. You can choose either the 'Clear Wind Bone Erosion' or 'Firefly Wind Light' Minor Divine Abilities. I have a secret method to help you shorten the comprehension time."

Bai Luo responded quickly, her tone certain.

On the other side, a group of guards surrounded another black-robed youth; it was Black Dream's second elder brother, Prince Hei Hun.

His gaze locked onto the dark and profound light orb, chuckling, "The path of Dark Erosion perfectly suits my physique."

On the hillside, the corner of the mouth under Li Wuji's mask curled into a slight arc.

Seven fundamental Divine Abilities?

This Canglan had truly cast a wide net for screening.

Before everyone could process it, the Spirit of the Legacy raised his palm slightly.

"Go."

The seven light orbs seemed to be given life, turning into seven meteors of different colors, shooting out in different directions toward the core area of the Secret Realm!

Their trajectories were erratic and extremely fast, threatening to disappear between the distant mountains and the horizon in the blink of an eye.

"Seize them!"

Someone let out a roar, instantly igniting the long-suppressed powder keg.

"Boom!"

Countless powerful auras soared into the sky—spiritual energy, demonic energy, magic power...

Various energy lights flashed brilliantly, and dense figures like a swarm of locusts flying upward chased frantically after the seven streaks of light.

The sound of breaking through the air was sharp and ear-piercing, and airwaves rolled, kicking up dust that filled the sky.

"The Wind attribute one is mine!"

A young Prodigy with green light wings on his back let out a long cry, turning into a swift wind and pouncing toward the pale green, whistling light orb.

Behind him, dozens of figures also skilled in speed followed closely; a fierce clash erupted in the air instantly, with wind blades dancing wildly and blood splattering.

"Wind Thunder Light Flash is mine!"

In another direction, a burly man with purple lightning flickering all over his body roared, punching away several people blocking his path as his large hand grabbed toward the light sphere wrapped in purple electricity.

Thunderclaps exploded, and several nearby Cultivators who couldn't dodge in time screamed as they were electrocuted into charcoal.

The Water attribute light orb fell toward a large lake, the Fire attribute one plunged into a volcano, the Earth attribute one crashed into wild mountains, and the Light and Dark attribute orbs flew toward an ancient altar and a dark rift, respectively.

Each light orb drew dozens or hundreds of experts into a frantic chase; slaughter, plundering, alliances, and betrayals played out simultaneously on all seven pursuit routes.

The scene was in total chaos.

Under the cover of Bai Luo, Black Forest, and others, Black Dream quietly sneaked toward the 'Firefly Wind Light' light orb.

They didn't rush to the front but trailed the side of the competing team like shadows, waiting for an opportunity.

Meanwhile, Prince Hei Hun, surrounded by guards, boldly charged into the most intense battle for the Dark attribute light orb, his sharp blade light harvesting several lives in an instant.

On the outer hillside, Li Wuji still stood quietly, as if the tragic struggle below had nothing to do with him.

His gaze didn't follow any light orb but was cast toward the fading phantom of the Spirit of the Legacy, and behind the phantom, deep in the gray sky, a massive, ancient phantom of a staircase extending toward an unknown height vaguely emerged—the Canglan Heavenly Stairs.

"First obtain a Divine Ability, then climb the Heaven Rank..."

He whispered to himself, his smile deepening. "It's quite an interesting game. So, which 'ticket' should I choose?"

He didn't move, but his Divine Sense spread out silently like invisible mercury, covering dozens of miles in an instant and taking all seven battlefields into his perception.

Every energy fluctuation, personnel distribution, and hidden expert's aura was clearly reflected in his mind.

"Forget it, since I'm here, I might as well make a move."

As the laughter faded, the hillside was already empty.

Only in the distance, in the direction where the pale green Wind attribute light orb was fleeing, the air seemed to distort slightly for a moment before returning to normal.

In the distant sky, the pale green Wind attribute Divine Ability light orb was like a meteor with intelligence, tracing an unpredictable path in the air—sometimes diving, sometimes circling—drawing countless greedy and anxious gazes from behind.

The one chasing at the very front was the youth with green light wings on his back; he came from a Star Domain famous for the Wind attribute, named Green Feather. His understanding of the Wind Dao far exceeded his peers, and his speed was unparalleled.

"You beast, don't run!"

A sharp glint flashed in Green Feather's eyes, and he formed hand seals. The light wings on his back suddenly expanded several times, and countless fine wind blades condensed into a roaring green tornado, heading toward the light orb ahead of him in an attempt to trap it.

Simultaneously, powerful auras erupted from several other directions.

An old man with a sinister expression, wearing a black Daoist robe, shook his sleeves and threw out a large net shimmering with runes. The net grew in the wind, carrying spatial restriction fluctuations as it swept toward the light orb from the side.

A woman in colorful clothes with an enchanting figure giggled, the bells on her wrist ringing softly and sending out ripples of pink sound waves.

These sound waves were strange; they didn't harm physical objects but directly disturbed the Divine Soul, causing several nearby pursuers to stiffen. She took the opportunity to flick out several colored ribbons toward the light orb.

There was also a burly man with bulging muscles and bronze-colored skin who roared and threw a punch from a distance. The violent fist wind condensed into a solid form, arriving later but reaching first, intending to blow away both the light orb and Green Feather's tornado!

These people were all Prodigies or protectors cultivated by various forces, with their cultivation levels at the very least being at the Late Stage of the fourth rank. At this moment, for the sake of the Divine Ability, they didn't hesitate to use ruthless methods, restraining each other while jointly sealing off all paths for the light orb.

Just as several attacks were about to hit the pale green light orb simultaneously—possibly causing it to be damaged or flee elsewhere due to the mutual impact—

In that split second, a figure appeared right in front of the light orb like a ghost, without any warning.

He wore unremarkable cloth clothes and that ordinary smiling mask on his face; it was Li Wuji.

He appeared so abruptly, as if he had been standing there all along, or as if he had stepped out of the Void Realm in an instant, without even stirring a breeze.