108: You want my inheritance of the laws of time?

"Who set up this sign? It's a real eyesore."

Zhou Yan complained while pulling it up.

At that moment, several cracks suddenly split the relief in the air, the surface rock layer flaking off to reveal a giant "screen" with a naked-eye 3D effect.

A small boat sailing appeared on the screen, with a youth sitting at the bow.

He leaned against the bow, his bamboo hat low, holding a fishing rod. His posture seemed lazy, yet he exuded a sharp youthful vigor.

When his gaze swept across the river, he paused slightly. A hint of melancholy was hidden under the shadow of the hat, but it was instantly covered by his bright aura.

Zhou Yan looked down at the small sign he had just pulled up, feeling a bit dazed.

"Did I do this again?"

Yuan Chenling stared fixedly at the screen and replied without looking back.

"Boss, in the future, just being the powerhouse and looking heroic is enough. Don't touch things randomly."

"Otherwise, I'm really afraid we'll end up being Prodigies in the underworld. I haven't lived long enough yet; I don't want to deal with Wrath Prison and Guixu so early."

Zhou Yan knew he was in the wrong, so he rarely didn't argue. He watched the screen with Yuan Chenling.

After the boat sailed for a while, the youth seemed to be in high spirits and chanted loudly.

"Heaven-bestowed talent suppresses all flows, uniquely opening the dark pact to knock on time's stream."

"Reversing the star pivot to exhaust the primal transformation, cutting and pulling time to explore the profound."

"Clearly knowing there is no ferry on the road ahead, yet braving the azure sky with a lonely heart."

"Once the work falls and the mist scatters, the remaining chapters still illuminate the night path."

A breeze blew, and the youth scattered like fine sand. The fishing rod and hat fell without support, and the boat stopped.

"It's over just like that? Just a poem?" Zhou Yan was puzzled when a warning sign suddenly rose in his heart. He grabbed Yuan Chenling and leaped forward, then looked back.

In the previously empty space, a youth appeared out of thin air, one hand frozen in mid-air as if about to pat their shoulders.

The youth was about 1.7 meters tall, dressed in green martial attire, with a crisp high ponytail. His brows were sharp, his eyes bright, and his face was like jade but with hidden strength. His youthful vigor was mixed with a touch of nobility.

Seeing Zhou Yan and Yuan Chenling staring at him warily, he withdrew his hand sheepishly and crossed his arms, nodding.

"Not bad, not bad. To be able to reach this step, you are indeed not simple."

"Little fellow, your perception is quite sharp."

"What do you want to do?" Zhou Yan's tone was cold.

Just a moment ago, he had sensed a faint trace of malice.

The youth didn't seem to notice Zhou Yan's wariness. He rubbed his chin and paced back and forth, talking to himself.

"It shouldn't be, it shouldn't be... How long has it been since this seat fell? Has the might of a Mahayana already become unknown?"

Seeing his strange behavior, Zhou Yan was about to use his self-created "Zhou's Verification Method" to test him, but Yuan Chenling quietly tugged his pant leg and sent a transmission.

"Boss, this person seems to be your Human Race's Mahayana of Wind, Heavenly Venerate Feng!"

"Hmm?"

"You know him?" Zhou Yan was startled.

Since they were in the tomb of the Recluse of Spiritual Stream, how many Heavenly Venerate Fengs could there be?

If it was true, this person must be Feng Xu.

But how did Yuan Chenling know?

"Although I'm not qualified to learn the White Tiger Tribe's Cultivation Techniques, I've read many ancient historical records in the library. They record the physical characteristics of several Mahayanas from that era."

"This person matches the records of Heavenly Venerate Feng quite well. Plus, this is the tomb of the Recluse of Spiritual Stream... So I speculate he is likely some kind of method left behind by that Heavenly Venerate."

"Snap!"

A crisp snap of fingers came from ahead. It was the youth. He had stopped pacing and looked at Yuan Chenling with satisfaction.

"Not bad, not bad. Although you're a beast with fur and horns, your knowledge is decent."

"As for you..." He turned to Zhou Yan, "how can you be worse than your own mount?"

Yuan Chenling wasn't angered by the insult. Having been a Loose Cultivator, what kind of verbal battles hadn't he experienced?

In this era, no one would even say such things during the warm-up of a verbal battle. It didn't trigger any emotional fluctuation in him. He was just shocked by something else.

"You... you can hear our transmissions?"

The youth sneered.

"That's why beasts are beasts; their intelligence is limited after all."

"This seat attained the Dao through wind. How could you understand my control over the changes of the world?"

"If you communicated with Divine Sense, I might have trouble intercepting it. But using the method of voice transmission in front of me, what's the difference from speaking directly?"

Zhou Yan's heart tightened. If the other party really was Feng Xu, things would be tricky.

Zhou Yan then cupped his hands and bowed slightly.

"Is Senior really Heavenly Venerate Feng?"

"Naturally."

The youth raised his head proudly, but a hint of dejection flashed in his eyes. "I once left my Legacy to Lingxi. The most important part was this Magic Treasure, time like a shuttle."

A palm-sized small boat floated in his palm, identical to the one on the screen just now.

"Since you've come here, you must be coveting the Legacy I left for Lingxi."

"You also want my time Legacy? But you—are you worthy?"

Before he finished speaking, Feng Xu's aura suddenly released. It was the pressure of Foundation Establishment Perfection.

Although the other party's panel hadn't refreshed, Zhou Yan already knew his cultivation level.

He also took a combat stance and said deeply.

"Whether Senior Lingxi founded the Time Controller or opened the tomb at this time, wasn't it to ensure the Legacy continues?"

"On the contrary, since Senior has already given up the Dao of time, yet says this Junior is unworthy of inheriting it, I wonder what your intention is?"

Feng Xu was stunned, then sneered.

"You little fellow, since you know the Time Controller, yet you don't know me?"

"Interesting."

He withdrew his pressure and looked Zhou Yan over carefully.

"Calm in the face of danger, and you seem to have some connection with me... I don't have a bad impression of you. Do you want to try my test?"

"If you're unwilling, then just obediently go to the next level to take Lingxi's Legacy."

"However, if you participate but fail, I will kick you out of this Secret Realm. If you pass, this is yours."

The small boat in his palm appeared again, but this time it was solid.

[time like a shuttle]

[Unidentified]

"Unidentified again?"

"Something like the yang scissors?"

Zhou Yan glanced at the yang scissors in the System bar, whose identification progress was more than halfway through, and his heart stirred.

This level should be the benefit Shi Suiyan spoke of.

It seemed his "excellent" performance on the previous level, plus the influence of the yang scissors, led him here.

But that trace of malice just now still lingered in his heart. Without the System's support, he had to be cautious in everything.

"What, you don't dare?" Feng Xu said mockingly. "I thought you were a decent Junior, but I didn't expect you to be so cowardly."

Yuan Chenling didn't transmit his voice again, only giving a secret look. Since the other party could intercept transmissions, he could only remind Zhou Yan this way.

"Something's wrong with this guy, let's bolt!"

That was roughly what he meant, and Zhou Yan understood.

Zhou Yan felt the same way as Yuan Chenling.

However, as his gaze swept over the door leading to the next level next to Feng Xu and the special Magic Treasure in his hand, he quickly weighed his options.