A daily divination, from family tortoise shells to immortal clans.

"Those who wish to inherit the legacy, enter the trial!"

The figure's eyes were vacant as it mechanically repeated the same sentence.

It was as if he was born for this purpose.

Chen Qingmo watched as rows of figures gradually parted to make way for him.

They all stared at Chen Qingmo, as if waiting for him to move forward.

"Could this be the trial for obtaining that divine sense cultivation technique?"

Chen Qingmo saw the mention of a trial in the scroll, but he didn't expect it to be like this.

He steadied himself and considered using the deductive abilities of the tortoise shell.

[It would take five hundred years of your lifespan to deduce your current fate. Your lifespan is insufficient, and the deduction has failed.]

Chen Qingmo felt much more at ease, realizing that he would not die.

He gathered his thoughts and stepped forward.

The figures followed him with their gazes until he passed by them, at which point they lowered their heads.

At this moment, Chen Qingmo's consciousness sank, and he sat cross-legged on the ground on his own.

His consciousness had entered another space, which was pitch black and without a trace of light.

A moment later, a voice called out to me.

"father!"

Five or six-year-old Chen Weisheng ran over from somewhere.

The scene before Chen Qingmo changed, and he arrived at the courtyard of his home in Xinghe Village.

He was holding his two-year-old daughter, Chen Weilan, in his right arm, while his wife, Su Xue, looked at him tenderly.

"Husband, what's wrong?"

"Have you been practicing too hard lately?"

Su Xue grasped his hand and gently squeezed it a few times.

Chen Qingmo felt somewhat dazed; everything before her eyes seemed so real.

But his inner voice told him that everything here was an illusion.

The children have grown up, and his wife has returned to Mount Taixuan.

As if in response to his thoughts, Xinghe Village vanished in an instant.

What came next was a different scene: Chen Weisheng was being chased and was covered in blood.

Meanwhile, the pursuers roared, "Chen Weisheng, my Yang family swears to ensure that your Chen family will have no more cultivators!"

"If you die, Chen Mingzheng will die, and all the cultivators of your Chen family's Tai Xuan Mountain will die!"

The man roared fiercely, unleashing a barrage of deadly attacks.

"Father! Run! I'll cover your retreat!"

As Chen Weisheng fled, he seemed to see Chen Qingmo in front of him, and his speeding figure immediately stopped.

They then turned and attacked the Yang family cultivators behind them.

Chen Qingmo felt heartbroken seeing this and rushed forward to protect her son.

"Wei Sheng! Come back!"

He shouted, only to realize that another version of himself had appeared behind him.

Another version of himself was equally furious, but his hands and feet were bound by others, rendering him unable to move.

They could only watch helplessly as Chen Weisheng was tortured to death by the Yang family cultivators.

Then, the scene changes again, and we are in the Tai Xuan Mountain.

The once peaceful and harmonious Chen family home was now in ruins, with blood flowing like a river.

Chen Ming was fighting desperately, but he couldn't stop the massive number of monsters.

Chen Weilan stood below, holding a gun; her left arm was gone.

Before him lay the corpses of Su Xue and Chen Weixia, their hands still clutching broken magical artifacts.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out that Chen Weilan had also passed away, standing on the field solely due to her powerful willpower.

"How could this be?"

Chen Qingmo was somewhat flustered.

But then he thought about it again and realized that the matter was too strange.

With the help of their master, Iron Sword Immortal, the Chen family will not be easily defeated by the demonic beasts.

"Master also said that he would help Senior Li Suiyun obtain the essence blood of the Beast King. How dare the demonic beast launch a surprise attack?"

As time passed, the scene before Chen Qingmo changed again and again.

It's nothing more than the same scene of families being torn apart and people dying, repeated over and over again.

About an hour later, darkness fell upon him once again.

At first, Chen Qingmo was somewhat hesitant, after all, he hadn't been cultivating for many years.

The more often this scenario occurred, the less he believed it.

"First trial, tempering the mind, passed!"

A loud voice rang out again, announcing the results.

"The first hurdle?"

Chen Qingmo grasped the key information: the trial was not over yet, and he could not relax.

This first hurdle may seem simple, but if you're not careful, you could easily get lost in it.

If his beliefs hadn't been so firm, he would have already failed.

Before long, an endless grassland appeared before Chen Qingmo.

At the edge of the grassland, a beam of light shot into the sky.

The second stage has begun.

Chen Qingmo looked around but found nothing but weeds.

"What do we need to do in this level? Walk to the pillar of light?"

He had a guess in his mind and immediately prepared to activate his spiritual power to use the Wind and Cloud Step.

However, when he was casting the spell, he discovered that his spiritual power was imprisoned and he could not use a single bit of it.

"We can only travel by physical strength?"

After trying for a long time, Chen Qingmo finally sprinted towards the pillar of light.

As the sun sets and the moon rises, the pillar of light becomes even brighter, but the distance between him and the pillar doesn't shrink much.

A month passed quietly on the grassland.

Chen Qingmo has already started walking.

Although he didn't feel hungry, after walking for a month, he found that he still hadn't gotten even a fraction closer to the pillar of light.

A year later, Chen Qingmo had grown a fine beard.

He doesn't care about his appearance.

"I've been walking on this grassland for a year, but the pillar of light is still on the horizon."

He frowned, somewhat annoyed.

It's already a miracle that a Qi Refining cultivator wouldn't go mad walking alone in such a place.

It's a place that looks easily accessible, yet I can't seem to get close to it.

Three years later, Chen Qingmo had begun to get impatient.

He angrily uprooted the surrounding weeds.

Three years have passed, and the monks outside the palace have long since returned to the State of Qi.

Jiang Ting and Shui Wennan also most likely obtained the treasures and left, and should have become Foundation Establishment cultivators by now.

But he had to endure this boundless loneliness, with not even a horse or cow appearing around him.

Ten years later, Chen Qingmo had become numb.

He didn't want to accept his fate, but the pillar of light remained distant.

Twenty years later, Chen Qingmo regained his confidence, believing that he would be able to leave sooner or later.

Fifty years later, Chen Qingmo's appearance had aged, his hair and beard had turned white, and he had become an old man.

He kept walking, trying to find that glimmer of hope.

……

A hundred years later, Chen Qingmo's lifespan was coming to an end, and his legs were almost too weak to move.

The physical body at the Qi Refining stage has reached its limit.

Just as he realized he was about to pass away, his steps became lighter again.

The beam of light, which had seemed so far away, suddenly appeared before him.

Chen Qingmo's cloudy eyes became clear, and he could use his previously sealed spiritual power.

The parched body was revitalized and returned to its peak condition.

"Fortunately, this trial isn't too extreme; after all, it's a treasure trove within the forbidden area for Qi cultivation."

He looked at the pillar of light in front of him and sighed.

The pillar of light was inscribed with an array, which looked like a teleportation array.

As soon as Chen Qingmo stepped inside, he felt dizzy and disoriented.

A moment later, he saw rows of people in the square.

"You're back?"

Chen Qingmo wasn't quite sure.

Time flies, a hundred years pass in the blink of an eye.

"Trial Two, Constancy, Passed!"

"Choose one of the treasures above the stone table, and your inheritance of the Sanyuan Hall will come to an end."

After the sound ended, two things appeared on the stone table behind Chen Qingmo.

One of them was a cultivation technique, with the words "Divine Sense Cultivation Technique" written below, but it was obscured by a spiritual light, making it impossible for him to see its true form.

The other was a round object, also covered, with the words "elixir of immortality" written below it, which could grant immortality instantly upon consumption.

Chen Qingmo hesitated for a moment after looking at the descriptions of the two items.

His purpose in coming here was to cultivate spiritual awareness.

If there were only one thing, he certainly wouldn't be in a difficult situation to choose from.

The descriptions of these miraculous elixirs are incredibly enticing.

One can instantly become an immortal, or even directly become the ruler of this world.

After becoming an immortal, how could one not have divine consciousness techniques for one's descendants to cultivate?

Therefore, there are many benefits.

In comparison, spiritual cultivation techniques seem insignificant.