High Martial Arts: Gains one point of health per second, sweeping across the heavens.

"Ten are dead, so there are ninety left." A deep voice came from the left. "But you Supreme Realm insects shouldn't try to take them from me."

The speaker was a colossal man with a towering, mountain-like physique, his entire body covered in dark golden scales, and his pupils were vertical lines, also dark golden.

His aura was as heavy as a mountain, and the surrounding space was slightly distorted.

This is the strongest of the Eternals, a branch of the dragon race in the multiverse.

Su Jie glanced at it only once before looking away.

"It's better if there are fewer." Another voice sounded from the right, soft and tinged with laughter, "One less means one less person to share the pie."

He was a pale-faced, slender young man wearing a dark purple robe with countless fine runes embroidered on the hem.

His eyes were deep purple, with countless stars seemingly rotating slowly in his pupils; he was also an immortal.

Sharing the spoils? Just a few small fry with combat strength of only 100 and 10.

Su Jie's lips curled up slightly. Did they really think they could get anything from him, a seventh-tier supreme with a normal combat strength of only 4000?

The atmosphere on the platform was subtle and oppressive.

There are two other eternal beings. One of them is hidden in the gray mist, its face obscured, with only a pair of blood-red eyes appearing and disappearing.

Another figure sat cross-legged on the back of a strange beast, its eyes slightly closed, seemingly indifferent to everything around it.

Although these two Eternals did not speak, their slightly raised chins, their insolent attitude of never looking people in the eye, and their arrogance emanating from their very bones were even more glaring than if they had spoken.

Eternity, even in the multiverse, is an existence at the top. In their eyes, these "prodigies" of the supreme realm are nothing more than supporting characters.

As for Su Jie? They didn't even glance at him.

Because they are only attaining eternity based on the foundation of a fifth-order supreme being.

Their Eternal Flame was transformed from a fifth-order primordial spirit, and in essence it was only at the crimson level, the lowest level among the nine realms of Eternal Flame.

Red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, purple, silver, red gold, nine colors.

(The original eternal soul was severely depleted, leaving only the essence of the soul in a grayish-white color; its true level of eternal fire was green.)

The crimson fire can only sense beings of the same or lower rank.

Beyond this level, their perception becomes like a veil, blurry, distorted, and unreliable.

And what about Su Jie?

Peak Ninth-Order Primordial Spirit.

His soul essence is equivalent to the "yellow" level of the Eternal Flame, which is two major levels higher than these Eternals.

In front of Su Jie, their perception was like that of blind men touching an elephant; they could grasp the outline, but they would never know what they were touching.

Therefore, they cannot see through Su Jie.

In their eyes, Su Jie was just an ordinary, inconspicuous Supreme Realm nobody mixed in with the crowd.

Their aura was restrained, there were no unusual phenomena, and there was nothing about them that would warrant a second glance.

There are dozens of such characters on the platform; one more or one less makes no difference.

Su Jie didn't care. He shifted his gaze from the Eternals to the other prodigies.

The lowest level is the first-tier Supreme, and the highest level is the fifth-tier Supreme. Their auras vary in strength; some are as steady as a mountain, some are as sharp as a sword, and some are as obscure as an abyss.

But regardless of strength or weakness, in Su Jie's eyes, they were nothing more than that.

There was another being from another world, standing in the corner at the very edge of the platform, its aura so faint as to be almost imperceptible.

Su Jie's brow twitched slightly.

The creatures in this world have ordinary faces, are dressed simply, and have nothing extraordinary about them.

He stood there, head down, his hands nervously clutching the hem of his clothes, like a sheep that had wandered into a pack of wolves.

Su Jie withdrew his gaze, having made up his mind.

This young man should be the hundredth being to obtain the inheritance token, but his strength is too weak, so weak that he needs courage even to stand up straight in front of these powerful beings.

But Su Jie noticed that although the young man had his head down and his hands were trembling, his eyes were very bright.

unwilling.

Not satisfied.

Don't want to die.

Su Jie's lips curled up slightly. Interesting.

"Everyone," an aged voice came from the center of the platform, silencing all the noise.

A phantom figure materialized from the void. It was an old man with a blurred face and a hunched figure, wearing a faded gray Taoist robe.

His aura was ethereal, as if he did not exist in this space.

"I am the spirit of the World Exquisite Pagoda, and I have been ordered by the first Pagoda Master to preside over this selection of successors."

The old man's voice was hoarse, yet it reached everyone's ears clearly.

"Congratulations on passing the preliminary selection and arriving here. Next, I will lead you to the core of the Land of Inheritance to receive the ultimate inheritance left by the first Tower Master."

As soon as the words were spoken, the eyes of the geniuses on the platform lit up.

Ultimate inheritance—these four words are their sole purpose for coming here.

Su Jie stood there, hands behind his back, a thoughtful expression on his face.

But at that moment, the system, which had been dormant for a long time, suddenly resounded in his mind.

[Host, this is interesting.]

Su Jie raised an eyebrow, wondering to himself, "What, you figured it out too?"

[Host, this is not a spirit at all.]

The system's voice carried a hint of coldness.

You should have sensed its soul fluctuations as well; that's not something a spirit should have.

Spirits are products of rules; they have no independent will, only programmed reactions.

But this "spirit" is different; it possesses strong emotions, has a purpose, and even... greed.

Su Jie's peak ninth-order primordial spirit had already sensed something unusual. Beneath the surface of that "artifact spirit," there was an extremely hidden fluctuation belonging to the origin of the soul.

The fluctuation was so faint that it would have been impossible to detect if it weren't for the system's reminder and if he hadn't possessed a ninth-tier primordial spirit.

"That's a remnant soul," the system said, emphasizing each word. "It must be the remnant soul of the first Tower Master."

Su Jie's expression remained unchanged upon hearing this, because he had vaguely suspected this before.

[He wasn't truly dead, or rather, He wasn't willing to die completely. Why should a rogue cultivator's lifelong accumulation be given away for nothing? He wasn't choosing a "successor," but rather a "host from whom he could possess."]

The system's voice grew increasingly cold.

Whoever passes the test will be possessed by Him. He has waited two hundred epochs for a sufficiently powerful body, a vessel to hold His remnant soul and allow Him to live again.

The system paused, as if it were organizing its thoughts.

"Moreover, think carefully about His selection mechanism. Apart from you, the other inheritors range from the World Realm to Eternity, from First-Order Supreme to Fifth-Order Supreme, with varying levels of strength and disparity."

"What makes you think a junior at the World Realm has the right to compete with an Eternal for the inheritance? What makes a First-Order Supreme have the right to compete with a Fifth-Order Supreme?"