Chapter 11: The Inheritance Ceremony—Baptism of the Supreme Immortal
Chapter 11: The Inheritance Ceremony — Baptism of a Supreme Immortal
The dragon's vast body trembled as a golden formation spread beneath Xiao Chen's feet. Ancient runes glowed, filling the chamber with ethereal brilliance.
"Kneel."
Xiao Chen dropped to his knees, feeling an invisible force binding him.
A golden mist surged from the dragon's body, flowing into the formation.
"BOOM!"
A pillar of light shot into the sky, illuminating the entire tomb!
Xiao Chen's consciousness trembled—and then, everything went dark.
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A moment later, Xiao Chen found himself floating in an endless void.
And then—
A world unfolded before his eyes.
Mountains pierced the heavens, rivers flowed like golden dragons, and a lone figure stood above the clouds.
This figure radiated an aura of absolute supremacy, his long white robes fluttering in the wind.
His silver hair shimmered like starlight, and his golden eyes burned with wisdom and might.
"My name is Long Tianyi. The Yin-Yang Dragon Immortal."
Xiao Chen's heart shook violently.
This was it.
A memory fragment from the legendary Long Tianyi himself!
As the vision continued, countless martial arts techniques, cultivation methods, and movement skills appeared before Xiao Chen's eyes.
[Heavenly Yin-Yang Void Step] – A movement technique that allows one to phase through reality itself.
[Dragon Emperor's Tyrannical Body] – A body refinement technique that forges the body into an indestructible divine vessel.
[Nine Samsara Reincarnation Fist] – A martial art that contains the power of life, death, and rebirth.
[Yin-Yang Dao Scriptures] – A profound technique that grants insight into the laws of the universe.
There were too many techniques—too vast for his mind to comprehend!
And then, a final voice echoed in his soul.
"You are too weak to comprehend these now. But in time… you will understand."
Xiao Chen's soul seared as these techniques engraved themselves into the depths of his being—fiery imprints branding his spirit.
And then—
Everything shattered.
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Xiao Chen gasped as he opened his eyes. His body trembled, his mind still reeling from the vast amount of knowledge that had just been forced into his soul.
Yet, just as the voice had said, most of it was locked away—his current self simply couldn't grasp it yet.
"Senior… what was that?"
The dragon's golden eyes softened.
"That was merely a glimpse into my master's legacy. The true inheritance will only reveal itself to you when you have the strength to comprehend it."
Xiao Chen clenched his fists tightly, nails digging into his palm.
So much knowledge, so much power—and it lingered just beyond his reach!
The dragon continued.
"However, this baptism has done more than just engrave techniques into your soul. Your spiritual sea has expanded. Your comprehension ability has increased. And your soul force has been refined."
Xiao Chen's eyes widened with realization.
His spiritual sea had expanded? His comprehension had improved?
That meant his martial insight and cultivation speed would soar from now on!
The golden dragon's body flickered, its soul fragment growing weaker.
"I have fulfilled my duty… My time is almost up."
Xiao Chen's heart tightened.
"Senior, what do you mean?"
The dragon let out a deep sigh.
"I am but a wisp of my former self, tasked with guarding this tomb. With the inheritance ceremony completed, my soul fragment will soon fade."
Xiao Chen felt a pang of sadness stir within him.
Despite its majestic presence, this dragon was nothing more than a remnant—a guardian left behind by Long Tianyi.
"Do not be sorrowful, boy."
The dragon's voice grew lighter, more ethereal.
"Remember my words. You are now the inheritor of the Yin-Yang Dragon Immortal. You must grow stronger. You must walk the path my master left behind."
Xiao Chen inhaled deeply, steadying his heart.
"I will. I swear it."
The dragon let out a deep chuckle.
"Good. Then go, child. Go and forge your own legend."
"And when you reach the Martial King Realm… return... We shall meet again and I will see how far you've grown."
With those final words, the golden dragon's massive form began to fade.
As the last of its radiance vanished, the entire chamber shook.
The coffin of Long Tianyi remained untouched, the remaining treasures hidden away.
Xiao Chen took one last look at the chamber, a firm glint in his eyes.
This was his greatest fortune, a life-altering encounter.
With three supreme treasures in his hands and the legacy of an immortal in his soul— it would only be a matter of time before he reached the peak of this world.
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>Present
Xiao Chen sat cross-legged in his room, nostalgia washing over him as the Holy Martial Scripture rested in his hands. Moonlight filtered through the window, casting a pale glow over his figure. The events in the tomb still echoed vividly in his mind.
The dragon's majestic presence…
The inheritance ceremony…
The searing pain of transformation…
Even now, he could still feel the remnants of the baptism coursing through his veins.
His body had changed.
His meridians pulsed wider, stretched as if reforged by divine hands. Qi flowed smoother, and a deep well of energy and vitality surged within him.
Xiao Chen exhaled slowly, his gaze falling onto the scripture in his hands.
The Holy Martial Scripture—
A legendary cultivation technique that focused on the soul and divine essence. According to the dragon, this scripture was only compatible with those possessing a yin-yang aptitude. And because of his exceptional-grade yin-yang aptitude and heavenly yin-yang dragon bloodline, it was perfectly suited for him.
Taking a deep breath, Xiao Chen slowly opened the scripture.
The moment he did, golden runes rose from its pages, swirling in the air like living entities.
"Weng—!"
A mysterious force erupted from the scripture, pressing against Xiao Chen's soul like a tidal wave.
His vision blurred, and suddenly—
He found himself in a boundless void, surrounded by golden words floating in midair.
"The Holy Martial Scripture… governs the laws of the soul and divine essence."
"To cultivate it is to refine the spirit, temper the soul, and tread the path toward the divine."
"Heaven and earth create all things, but only those who comprehend the Samsara cycle can transcend mortality."
Xiao Chen's mind trembled, his soul screaming under the immense pressure.
The scripture's words weren't just read—they seared themselves into his very being, branding his soul with divine law.
And then—
A wave of enlightenment surged through him!
His spiritual sea shuddered, expanding as the scripture's power fused into his soul.
For a moment, Xiao Chen felt his soul teeter on the edge of collapse, but he gritted his teeth and endured, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.
Finally, the pressure eased.
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Xiao Chen felt his consciousness return to reality.
His eyes snapped open, a profound golden glow flickering within.
"So this is the power of the Holy Martial Scripture…"
He could feel it.
His soul force was stronger yet again.
His spiritual perception was clearer.
His entire existence felt lighter, as if he had taken a step beyond the limits of an ordinary martial artist.
The Holy Martial Scripture was simply too profound—far beyond his expectations.
But this was only the first step.
The scripture had given him a path—now, he had to walk it.
Clutching the book tightly, Xiao Chen's lips curled into a determined smile.
"From today onward, my Martial Path will truly begin."