450: Temple of Conscience, Son of God!

“The tower has three levels, each with ten stages, totaling thirty stages, known as the Heart-Questioning Stages. It forms its own space, progressing level by level.”

“How many levels you can pass depends entirely on whether your Dao Heart is clear, your Heart-Nature is firm, and your will is like steel! The deeper you go, the better the tempering of your Dao Heart, and the greater the benefits, naturally.”

“Furthermore, the final selection of the Legacy will largely reference your performance within the fifth stage.”

The Demonic Thought’s words instantly ignited the burning desires in everyone’s hearts.

Dao Heart!

This was the fundamental of fundamentals for Cultivators!

If one could be tempered and verified within this tower, the gains would be far beyond what ordinary Magic Treasures or Medicinal Pills could offer!

Especially the supreme treasure at the tip of the tower, targeting the Soul Origin, it emitted a fatal allure.

Tension, anticipation, greed… various emotions silently surged through the crowd.

Just as the first few individuals took a deep breath, circulated their cultivation, and prepared to step into the slowly opening portal at the base of the tower.

“Hahahaha! Hahahahahaha!!!”

A nearly insane burst of laughter, filled with uncontrollable excitement, echoed through this space!

Everyone quickly looked towards the source of the sound, which surprisingly came from Yang Haoran, who had always appeared gentle and scholarly!

This shouldn’t be… Wasn’t his Heart-Nature always very calm? How could he suddenly be like this?

Soon, everyone got their answer.

His humble and gentle expression instantly vanished without a trace, replaced by a nearly distorted ecstasy and ferocity. His eyes were fixed on the ancient three-story tower, emitting terrifying brilliance:

“Indeed! It’s really here! One hundred thousand years! The lost item my Wenxin Temple has been searching for for a full one hundred thousand years! Finally… I finally found it!!!”

“Wen Xin Pagoda! Wen Xin Pagoda!”

Yang Haoran roared, then his cultivation surged. Yang Haoran formed hand seals, muttering incantations, and a dazzling golden light shot up from his Dantian Qi Sea!

Boom!!!

Another incomparably terrifying aura emanated from his body.

This… this aura… was surprisingly no less than that of the Wen Xin Pagoda!

Under everyone’s horrified gaze, the golden light dissipated, and a phantom of a tower rapidly solidified above Yang Haoran’s head!

This tower flowed with pure golden divine radiance, its lines sleek and ancient, emanating an aura that was of the same Origin as the Wen Xin Pagoda, but even more vast and majestic!

It had a full six levels! But at the very top, there was no tower tip. Everyone immediately realized that the three-level Wen Xin Pagoda in this Saint Lord Inheritance trial was actually one with the six-level tower Yang Haoran had brought out!

At this moment, both towers were violently trembling, resonating with each other from their Origin, both emitting a desire to devour the other!

Buzz!!!

The two towers simultaneously emitted a deafening hum, as if long-lost Bloodline relatives were calling out across space!

The three-level tower on the ground was shaking violently, its pure crystal at the tip glowing brightly, but the six-level tower above Yang Haoran’s head was also trembling intensely.

“Such terrifying aura, it’s too frightening!”

A Void Realm Expert shrieked, his face pale, almost collapsing from the terrifying pressure and the strange phenomenon of the two towers resonating.

“One body, same Origin! They were originally one!”

Xuan Tianhong stared intently at the two towers, his eyes filled with disbelief and a hint of greed:

“That Yang Haoran… he actually possesses such a supreme treasure, and most importantly, he’s actually from the Southern Region’s Wenxin Temple?!”

“Wenxin Temple?”

Someone said blankly. After the Eastern Region split, the other three regions had very little interaction with the Eastern Region. After all, the Eastern Region was too weak, and some useful supreme treasures had disappeared one hundred thousand years ago. The current Eastern Region was incredibly barren, with no need for interaction at all.

However, the strongest powers in the Eastern Region were still aware of the basic situation in the other great regions.

“The Wenxin Temple, one of the top powers in the Southern Region! An existence that Dominates billions of territories! I never thought Yang Haoran would be from the Wenxin Temple; his identity is truly too astonishing…”

Xuan Tianhong said slowly.

Yang Haoran stood proudly in the air, with the six-level golden tower above his head. He looked down at the shocked crowd, his voice calm yet arrogant, saying:

“That’s right, I am the current Divine Son of the Southern Region’s Wenxin Temple! This time, I was ordered by my sect elders to come to the Eastern Region to reclaim the supreme treasure lost by my Wenxin Temple!”

“This three-level Wen Xin Pagoda before you is the Wenxin Temple’s ultimate treasure, the ‘Nine Gods Wen Xin Pagoda’!”

“One hundred thousand years ago, the Eastern Region was in chaos, and the aftermath of the battle affected my Wenxin Temple, causing my Hall’s supreme treasure to accidentally shatter, losing its most core upper three levels!”

“For the past one hundred thousand years, my Divine Hall has expended endless effort, almost traversing every corner of the Xuantian Ancient Realm, yet we have found nothing!”

“Originally, we were about to give up, believing that these first three levels were no longer within the Xuantian Ancient Realm, but ten years ago, we finally captured a faint aura that directly pointed to this Saint Lord Inheritance in the Eastern Region!”

“Hahaha, I never thought, I never thought, that I would actually see the lost core three levels of my Divine Hall in this fifth stage! Today, I must bring it back to the Divine Hall. Those who dare to stop me will be killed without mercy!!!”

The Demonic Thought patiently listened to him finish, then let out a sneer:

“Oh? Are you saying that with you, a Yang Solid Fourth Level Cultivator, you intend to take it from my hands? I, on the other hand, think you should be the one to leave the other part behind!”

“Hmph, do you really think I came unprepared?”

He looked at the Demonic Thought, who had revealed his true form, and said with a mocking expression:

“In order not to alert the enemy and prematurely disturb you, the watchdog left behind by the Saint Lord, my sect decided not to act personally, and sent me, the current Divine Son, to come in person! So, do you think we would be unprepared?”

As his words fell, Yang Haoran muttered incantations, his fingers continuously forming seals, and beams of light shot into the six-level golden tower.

Then, the six-level golden tower above his head slowly began to rotate, and streams of power continuously poured into his body.

Yang Haoran’s aura erupted with a roar!

It was no longer the Yang Solid Fourth Level he had previously displayed, but continuously climbed, like a Vicious Beast breaking free from its shackles!

Yang Solid Fifth Level!

Yang Solid Seventh Level!

Yang Solidification Ninth Level!

Finally, a terrifying pressure that made one’s Soul tremble swept across the entire scene like a tangible tsunami!

Ascension Realm!

Supreme Expert!!!

“What?! You… how could you possibly reach the Ascension Realm? This is impossible, even with the help of a peerless Magic Treasure, it’s impossible to raise a Yang Solid Fourth Level Cultivator’s Realm to the Ascension Realm; the Physical Body absolutely cannot withstand it!”