Chapter 11: The Inheritance Ceremony — Baptism of a Supreme Immortal
Chapter 11: The Inheritance Ceremony — Baptism of a Supreme Immortal
The colossal golden dragon’s body trembled as a radiant formation bloomed beneath Xiao Chen’s feet. Ancient runes shimmered into existence, casting ethereal brilliance throughout the chamber.
“Kneel.”
An invisible force slammed down on him.
Xiao Chen dropped to his knees, unable to resist the immense pressure binding his limbs.
A golden mist surged from the dragon’s vast form, flowing into the glowing formation.
BOOM!
A pillar of golden light erupted from the earth, piercing the sky and illuminating the entire tomb.
Xiao Chen’s consciousness trembled—then everything turned dark.
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A moment later, he found himself drifting in a vast, endless void.
Suddenly—
A new world unfolded before his eyes.
Towering mountains pierced the firmament. Rivers flowed like coiled dragons made of gold. Above the clouds, a solitary figure stood tall.
The man’s long white robes billowed in the wind, silver hair shimmering like starlight. His golden eyes burned with profound wisdom and unshakable might.
> "My name is Long Tianyi. The Yin-Yang Dragon Immortal."
Xiao Chen’s heart trembled violently.
This was no illusion—this was a soul imprint, a living memory fragment of the legendary Immortal himself!
As the vision continued, countless martial arts techniques, movement skills, and cultivation methods appeared before him like a sea of stars:
[Heavenly Yin-Yang Void Step] – A movement art that phases the user through reality itself.
[Dragon Emperor’s Tyrannical Body] – A divine body-tempering technique that forges flesh into an indestructible vessel.
[Nine Samsara Reincarnation Fist] – A martial art that manipulates the forces of life, death, and rebirth.
[Yin-Yang Dao Scriptures] – A profound cultivation scripture revealing the laws of duality and the mysteries of the universe.
There were too many to grasp—his mind reeled under the weight of it all.
Then a solemn voice echoed within his soul:
> "You are too weak to comprehend these now. But in time… you will understand."
Xiao Chen screamed silently as the techniques carved themselves into his soul—fiery brands etched into the core of his being.
And then—
The vision shattered.
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Xiao Chen’s eyes snapped open as he gasped for breath.
His body trembled. His mind spun.
It felt as though a thousand lifetimes of knowledge had been forced into his soul. And yet, just as the voice had said—most of it was sealed away, far beyond his current level.
“Senior… what was that?” he asked, still dazed.
The golden dragon’s eyes softened.
> “That was merely a glimpse into my master’s legacy. The true inheritance will only reveal itself when you possess the strength to understand it.”
Xiao Chen clenched his fists, nails digging into his palms.
So much power—yet it lingered just beyond his reach!
The dragon continued, its voice becoming more solemn.
> “This baptism has done more than engrave techniques into your soul. Your spiritual sea has expanded. Your comprehension has increased. Your soul force has been refined.”
Xiao Chen’s eyes widened.
His spiritual sea had grown? His ability to comprehend had improved?
That meant his cultivation speed, his martial insight… everything would advance far more rapidly from now on!
But then, the dragon’s colossal form began to flicker.
Its soul fragment was growing faint.
> “I have fulfilled my duty... My time is almost up.”
Xiao Chen’s heart sank.
“Senior… what do you mean?”
> “I am but a fragment—a remnant soul left behind to guard this tomb. With the inheritance complete… my purpose is fulfilled.”
Despite the awe the dragon inspired, Xiao Chen couldn’t help but feel a pang of sadness.
It had served faithfully for countless years… only to fade away, unremembered.
> “Do not be sorrowful, boy,” the dragon said gently. “You are now the inheritor of the Yin-Yang Dragon Immortal. Walk the path he left behind.”
Xiao Chen bowed deeply, a vow burning in his chest.
“I swear it. I will honor this legacy.”
The dragon let out a low chuckle, fading by the moment.
> “Good… Then go, child. Go and forge your own legend. And when you reach the Martial King Realm… return here. I will be waiting to see how far you’ve come.”
Its radiant form slowly dissolved, light scattering like golden snowflakes.
The tomb began to tremble. Cracks split the ancient walls as the formation lost its anchor.
And yet, at the center, the coffin of Long Tianyi remained untouched—its contents sealed for a future worthy of them.
Xiao Chen stood in silence, gazing around the fading chamber. His eyes held new clarity, his aura surged with power.
This was his greatest fortune.
A life-altering encounter.
With the legacy of an Immortal sealed within his soul—and three supreme treasures in hand—it was only a matter of time before he stood at the peak of this world.
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Present — Xiao Clan Courtyard, Clear Water City
Moonlight streamed through the window, casting silver shadows across the room.
Xiao Chen sat cross-legged, the Holy Martial Scripture resting in his hands. Nostalgia washed over him like a quiet tide.
The golden dragon’s voice still echoed in his mind.
The ceremony.
The baptism.
The searing pain that had reshaped his body and soul.
Even now, the remnants of the transformation coursed through his veins.
His meridians had widened, reforged as if by divine fire. Qi flowed through him like a tidal river. A deep well of vitality pulsed within.
His cultivation base—his entire being—had changed.
And in his hands… was the key to the next step.
The Holy Martial Scripture—
A divine text focused on the cultivation of soul and essence. According to the dragon, only those with a Yin-Yang aptitude could comprehend it. And Xiao Chen—possessing both an Exceptional grade Yin-Yang affinity and the bloodline of the Heavenly Yin-Yang Dragon—was the perfect match.
He took a deep breath, then opened the scripture.
Golden runes burst from its pages, swirling into the air like sentient fireflies.
"Weng—!"
A wave of unseen force surged out, crashing into his soul like a divine tide.
His vision darkened.
And once again—
He found himself in the void.
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Words made of golden flame hovered all around him.
> "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 divinity."
"Heaven and earth create all things… but only those who comprehend the cycle of Samsara can transcend mortality."
Xiao Chen’s soul howled under the pressure. His mind trembled, his body frozen in place.
These words didn’t just explain cultivation.
They branded truth into his soul—divine law, seared into the core of his being.
Then—
A wave of enlightenment surged through him.
His spiritual sea trembled and expanded, accommodating new depths of power and understanding.
But the pressure was too much.
Blood spilled from the corners of his lips as he endured, gritting his teeth.
And finally… the weight receded.
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Xiao Chen’s eyes flew open.
A golden glow flickered within their depths.
“So… this is the power of the Holy Martial Scripture…”
He could feel it.
His soul force had strengthened again.
His perception was sharper, more refined.
He had taken a step beyond the ordinary.
The scripture was far more profound than he had imagined.
And yet… this was only the beginning.
The path had been laid before him.
Now, he had to walk it.
With a quiet smile, Xiao Chen rose, clutching the scripture close.
> “From today onward… My Martial Path truly begins.”