Chapter 97 The Test of Inheritance

During his exploration journey in the mysterious world, Lin Yu set foot on a winding path. On both sides of the path, strangely shaped plants grew wildly. Their branches and leaves intertwined and twined closely, like a pair of interlaced arms, carefully weaving a natural canopy for this small path. Some of the plant leaves shimmered with a faint light, just like the twinkling stars in the night sky, giving this path hidden in the hazy atmosphere a bit of dreamy light. Lin Yu lightened his steps and slowly placed his feet down. Occasionally, when he stepped on the layers of fallen leaves on the ground, there was a faint rustling sound, which was particularly clear in this extremely quiet atmosphere, as if every soft sound was playing a unique note for his exploration journey.

In the valley, dense mist filled the air and spread freely. The mist was like a gentle gossamer, floating leisurely around. Wispy and dreamlike, it seemed to gently shroud the entire world under a dreamy curtain. These mists seemed to be endowed with life and consciousness. Sometimes they gathered lightly, forming a spectacular shape like a towering mountain peak; sometimes they slowly dispersed, turning into ethereal threads and disappearing into the hazy distance, transforming into various wonderful and elusive shapes. Among the gaps in the mist, strange lights faintly flashed and jumped. The light was sometimes bright and sometimes dim. When it was bright, it was as dazzling as the scorching sun, and when it was dim, it was as faint as a candle flame; sometimes it was as brief as a shooting star streaking across the night sky, vanishing in an instant; sometimes it was as long-lasting as a lighthouse in the distance, constantly emitting a constant light in the vast mist, seemingly firmly guiding him to keep moving forward in the dark. Lin Yu's eyes closely followed that mysterious light, his eyes full of curiosity and anticipation. With a heart full of awe for the unknown world, he carefully took step by step forward, each step carrying his longing and perseverance for exploring the mysterious world.

Suddenly, an ancient temple crashed into his field of vision without warning. This temple was built with huge black boulders. Each boulder had been meticulously carved by the passage of time and was covered with the marks of the vicissitudes of time. After being mercilessly eroded by the long passage of time, the surface of the temple was mottled and uneven. Some of the stones had already peeled off, revealing the pitted and scarred interior. However, even so, it still exuded a powerful and solemn aura, like a weathered giant who had gone through countless storms, standing quietly in this mysterious place, silently telling those magnificent and little-known stories of the past, or as if persistently waiting for the arrival of a destined person in the long years. Around the temple, there was a faint ancient atmosphere, a unique taste precipitated by time, mixed with a mysterious and alluring aura, like an invisible hand, drawing people involuntarily closer to uncover its mysterious veil.

The gate of the temple was tightly closed, and it was engraved with complex and mysterious runes and patterns. The runes were like agile snakes, intertwined with each other. They meandered on the stone surface as if they had their own independent lives, agile and mysterious. The lines of these runes were smooth and natural, yet they contained a shocking sense of power. The seemingly random combination and arrangement actually seemed to hide the laws of the operation of all things in the universe. Lin Yu couldn't contain his inner curiosity and leaned in to observe carefully. He found that some of the strokes of the runes seemed to be still shining with a faint light, like the faint light emitted by distant stars in the vast universe, mysterious and profound, making people unable to resist the urge to explore the mysteries within. The patterns vividly depicted ancient battle scenes and mysterious sacrificial ceremonies. In the intense battle 

scenes, the warriors brandished their shining weapons and fought bravely. Every movement was vivid and lifelike, as if one could hear the deafening shouts of killing and the clanging sounds of weapons colliding on the battlefield; in the mysterious sacrificial ceremonies, the priests were dressed in gorgeous and solemn costumes, holding magical instruments emitting mysterious lights in their hands and chanting words. The people around them knelt down piously and prayed. The solemn and solemn atmosphere seemed to have crossed the boundless expanse of time and space and rushed towards one, making one truly feel the mystery and solemnity of that ancient era. Every line seemed to contain endless mysteries. When Lin Yu approached, he could clearly feel a powerful and ancient aura surging towards him. In this aura, there was both the thickness and depth precipitated by time, as if thousands of years of history were concentrated and displayed in this instant; and there was also the deterrence and oppression of the mysterious power, making his heart rate accelerate involuntarily, and an inexplicable sense of awe welled up in his heart. A strong premonition welled up in his heart that there must be some inheritance and precious treasures related to his cultivation path hidden in this temple. Therefore, he secretly made up his mind that no matter how many difficulties and obstacles lay ahead, he must enter the temple to find out.

When he slowly approached the gate of the temple step by step with a mixed mood of apprehension and anticipation, the originally static runes suddenly shone brightly. The blinding light burst out like a scorching sun without reservation in an instant. The intense light was almost impossible to look directly at, as if it would burn one's eyes. The intense light made Lin Yu instinctively raise his hand to cover his eyes quickly. At this moment, immediately following, a powerful and invisible force wrapped him tightly like a surging tide with overwhelming force. Lin Yu only felt that the scene in front of him suddenly spun and distorted, as if space and time had lost their original order and rules at this moment. Everything around him began to rotate and stretch wildly, and the colors also became blurred, intertwining into a chaotic mass. His body also seemed to lose its weight, and under the ruthless entrainment of this powerful force, he was out of control and kept rolling and bumping. He could clearly feel that his consciousness was gradually becoming blurred in this chaotic space and time, as if he was about to be swallowed up by the darkness. However, the strong desire for the unknown in his heart was like a raging fire, becoming hotter and stronger, supporting him to stay awake in this chaos and not be submerged by the darkness.

When his vision recovered and became clear, he found that he was already in an illusory space. This space was dim and gloomy, as if it was heavily shrouded by an endless and impenetrable darkness, and strange mist filled the air all around. The mist was icy cold. Every breath made Lin Yu feel a chill rushing up from the depths of his lungs, as if he was not inhaling air but sharp and biting ice shards. The chill instantly spread throughout his body. Suddenly, the mist surged violently like gunpowder that had been ignited, like a boiling black ocean, surging with great waves. Countless phantoms emerged crazily from all directions like a tide. These phantoms had various shapes. Some were warriors holding sharp blades, their postures as agile as cheetahs, and every movement was full of strength and speed; their eyes were as cold as deep and icy pools, bottomless, revealing endless killing intent and coldness; some were wizards casting strange spells, surrounded by black magic power. The magic power was like a wriggling viper, hissing and exuding a terrifying and evil aura. The aura emanating from these phantoms was like a heavy boulder, making the entire space filled with a suffocating sense of oppression and danger, as if every inch of the air was filled with the breath of death.

Without saying a word, they launched a fierce attack on Lin Yu. The warriors brandished their sharp blades, and the cold light flashed. Every strike was accompanied by a howling wind, as if they were going to mercilessly tear the air apart. The sharp blades cut through the air, making a shrill and ear-piercing howling sound, as if it were the roar of a devil coming from the depths of hell, making one's hair stand on end; the wizards chanted words in a low and obscure voice, as if it were a mysterious whisper coming from the ancient dark abyss. Streaks of black spell lights shot towards Lin Yu as fast as lightning. Where these spell lights passed, the space rippled layer by layer, as if a huge stone had been thrown into a calm lake, or as if it had been eroded by a powerful corrosive force, becoming riddled with holes, testing his strength, wisdom, and state of mind. Under this dense rain of attacks, Lin Yu kept dodging flexibly and resisting tenaciously. His clothes were ruthlessly cut by the sharp blades, and strands of cloth fluttered in the wind; his hair also fluttered slightly in a mess under the powerful impact of the spell lights, but his eyes were always as firm as a rock, without the slightest intention of retreating. That firm gaze seemed to be declaring to these phantoms his unyielding determination.

Lin Yu took a deep breath and quickly calmed himself down. His eyes revealed firmness and calmness. He knew very well that in the face of this unknown and dangerous test, panic would only plunge him into a more dangerous predicament. In an instant, he circulated the spiritual power in his body and unleashed the Taichu Divine Sword Art. Although there was no sword in his hand, the sword qi condensed by the spiritual power danced wildly, like agile silver snakes, shining with a dazzling light in the dark space, cutting through the darkness and bringing a glimmer of hope. He engaged in a fierce battle with the attacking phantoms. During the battle, he did not blindly attack recklessly. Instead, while skillfully parrying the attacks, he concentrated on carefully observing the movements and attack rhythms of these phantoms. His eyes were as sharp as torches, not missing any tiny detail. In this intense and fierce battle, his mind was like a high-speed and precise instrument, rapidly analyzing the characteristics and weaknesses of each opponent. He found that when the warriors attacked, there would be a brief pause in the movement of their feet, and this brief moment was the gap in their moves; and before the wizards cast their spells, there would be a barely noticeable slight tremor in the magical instruments in their hands, which was the precursor to their spellcasting.

He discovered that although the warriors' attacks were fierce and powerful, there were brief gaps between their moves; the wizards' spells were powerful, but they required a certain casting time. Lin Yu was delighted in his heart, as if he had found a glimmer of light in the dark, and began to skillfully use tactics. Relying on his flexible body skills, he shuttled freely among the gaps in the phantoms' attacks, like an agile swallow dancing gracefully in the violent storm, light and nimble. Whenever the gap in the warriors' attacks appeared, he would quickly wave out a fierce sword qi. The sword qi carried the momentum of breaking bamboo, like sharp blades, swiftly stabbing towards the warriors' vital parts, giving a powerful counterattack; when facing the wizards casting spells, he would accurately predict in advance. The moment the spell lights shot out, while using the spiritual power shield to resist the spells, he would take the opportunity to approach the wizards like a ghost and interrupt their spellcasting. His body was like a ghost in the dark night. In an instant, he appeared in front of the wizard and struck a fierce palm strike, carrying powerful spiritual power, instantly interrupting the wizard's spell and causing the magic power to backfire. The wizard's body twisted in pain, and the black magic power surged chaotically around him. As the battle continued, Lin Yu gradually mastered the rhythm of the battle. His counterattacks became more and more precise, and every time he made a move, he could severely damage the phantoms. As a result, the phantoms' attacks gradually became sluggish and chaotic.

As the battle continued, Lin Yu became more and more proficient. He constantly adjusted his tactics, perfectly integrating the cultivation methods and martial skills he had learned, exerting even more powerful strength and gradually gaining the upper hand. One by one, the phantoms dissipated under his attacks, turning into wisps of blue smoke and slowly disappearing into the darkness. But new phantoms kept emerging, seemingly endless, like demons that could never be killed in the dark. Wave after wave, they seemed to want to completely drown him. Lin Yu's physical strength and spiritual power were gradually exhausted. His sweat poured down like a flood bursting its banks, soaking his clothes and sticking them tightly to his body; his breathing also became rapid and heavy, and every breath seemed to be a difficult struggle to draw in the air. However, his eyes became even more determined, like the brightest star in the night sky. There was only one unwavering belief in his heart: to break through these tests and obtain the 

inheritance in the temple. This belief was like a lighthouse in the dark, emitting a warm and powerful light, giving him endless strength and courage, supporting him to continue to fight tenaciously in this arduous battle. His hands trembled slightly due to the long battle, as if telling the hardships of the battle, but he still held the sword qi condensed by the spiritual power tightly. With his tenacious will, he kept launching attacks on the phantoms, and every attack carried his longing for the inheritance and his persistence in victory.

Finally, after an arduous and thrilling battle, as the last phantom dissipated, the entire illusory space began to shake violently, as if the end of the world had come, with the sky collapsing and the earth splitting. The darkness in the space began to twist and shatter, and streaks of cracks spread rapidly like a spider web, as if it were going to completely tear this illusory world apart. Then, the darkness gradually disappeared, and blinding light rushed in like a flood from the cracks. Lin Yu instinctively squinted his eyes to resist this sudden intense light. When the light gradually weakened, he found that he was back in front of the gate of the temple. At this time, the gate of the temple slowly opened, making a heavy "creaking" sound. That sound seemed to have traveled through thousands of years of time, telling the thousands of years of waiting and anticipation. A powerful and majestic energy surged towards him. This energy contained endless mysteries and power, making Lin Yu's heart rate accelerate and his blood boil in his veins. He knew that he had successfully passed the test of the inheritance and was about to obtain the precious treasures and powerful inheritance in the temple, and his cultivation path would also usher in a new major turning point. He took a deep breath, calmed down his excited mood that almost made his heart jump out of his throat, and with firm and steady steps, he slowly walked into the opened gate to welcome the unknown mystery and power and open a new chapter in his cultivation journey.