The night sky hung heavy over Heavenly Origin Sect as Lin Xuan and Zhao Feng stood before the valley’s entrance. Ruined Moon Valley—a place whispered about in the sect’s history, where only the strongest disciples dared to tread.
The entrance was framed by jagged rocks, and a thick mist curled at their feet. Strange symbols flickered on the stone gates, glowing faintly with ancient energy.
Elder Mo’s voice rang in their minds. "Your trial is simple. Enter, defeat the guardian, and claim the inheritance. If you fail, you may never return."
Lin Xuan clenched his fists. "I won’t fail."
Zhao Feng exhaled sharply. "Let’s go."
With one last glance at each other, they stepped inside.
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THE TRIAL BEGINS
The moment they entered, the valley shifted. The ground trembled, and the mist thickened, wrapping around them like ghostly tendrils. A strange force pressed down on their bodies.
Zhao Feng cursed. "What is this pressure?"
Lin Xuan steadied himself. "It’s a suppression formation. It’s limiting our cultivation levels."
Sure enough, both of them felt their strength being drained, locking them to the Qi Condensation Realm. This was no ordinary challenge.
A deep growl echoed through the valley.
From the shadows, a towering stone guardian emerged—an enormous golem, covered in cracks, its eyes glowing with eerie blue fire.
"Intruders… unworthy." The guardian’s voice was ancient, its words slow but filled with power.
With a single step, it raised a massive fist and brought it crashing down toward them.
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BOOM!
The ground shattered. Lin Xuan and Zhao Feng barely dodged in time.
Zhao Feng gritted his teeth. "How do we fight this thing when our cultivation is suppressed?!"
Lin Xuan’s mind raced. "Every trial has a weakness. We just have to find it."
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BREAKING THE GUARDIAN’S DEFENSE
The guardian swung again. Lin Xuan leaped to the side, eyes scanning the cracks in its body. Something flickered within them—runes, pulsing faintly with energy.
"Zhao Feng! Aim for the cracks!"
Zhao Feng didn’t hesitate. He channeled his qi into his palm and launched a powerful strike at one of the weakened spots. BAM! The guardian staggered slightly, but it wasn’t enough.
Lin Xuan took a deep breath, activating Heavenly Script. The world around him slowed as information flooded his mind.
Then he saw it—the guardian’s core was hidden deep in its chest.
"The core! That’s its weakness!"
Zhao Feng’s eyes widened. "Then let’s destroy it!"
They moved in unison. Lin Xuan dashed forward, using the guardian’s massive frame to propel himself higher. Zhao Feng covered him, deflecting another strike.
At the peak of his jump, Lin Xuan gathered all his remaining strength and struck the core with full force.
CRACK!
A deep rumbling sound filled the valley. The guardian froze. Cracks spread across its body like spiderwebs.
"The trial… is complete…"
With one final tremor, the guardian collapsed into dust.
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THE INHERITANCE AWAKENS
As the dust settled, the mist in the valley began to clear. In the center of the ruins, a pedestal rose from the ground. Upon it lay a glowing crystal orb, filled with swirling golden energy.
Lin Xuan stepped forward. He could feel the power radiating from it.
Zhao Feng whistled. "That must be the inheritance."
Lin Xuan reached out and placed his hand on the orb. The moment he did, an overwhelming force surged through his body. His mind flooded with visions—ancient figures practicing martial techniques, their movements divine, their power limitless.
A voice echoed in his mind.
"You have proven yourself. Accept the path of the Moonlit Asura."
A golden light enveloped Lin Xuan, sinking into his body. His meridians trembled, his dantian expanding. The inheritance had begun to fuse with him.
Zhao Feng took a step back, watching in awe. "Damn… what kind of technique is this?"
As the light faded, Lin Xuan opened his eyes. They glowed with a faint golden hue for a moment before returning to normal.
He had stepped onto a new path.
And the real journey was only beginning.