Chapter 141: Will You Accept the Inheritance?

This voice was extremely familiar; it was precisely the Phoenix Second-Generation Ancestor who had manifested earlier from the ancient stele.

Qin Yu fell into contemplation, and after a moment he murmured: "Senior…… isn't this the land of inheritance? Why suppress a primeval deity? For me…… it seems of no benefit, and would instead draw enmity with the deity's lineage."

At his current level of cultivation, he had already earned the grudge of Dao-stage beings. If he further offended the entire primeval deity lineage, even whether he could safely reach the Earth Mystic Realm would be uncertain. Although this proposal was indeed tempting, he could not help but first weigh his own strength. Moreover, if he accepted the inheritance, he would form a good karmic bond with the Phoenix Clan; actively breaking that bond might not be wise.

"Hah, a land of inheritance?" the Phoenix Second-Generation Ancestor snorted coldly. "These primeval deities are merely a race of beings born and nurtured by heaven and earth; they existed long before the myriad races came into being. They simply never found the correct path of cultivation, later relying on incense and faith to condense divine power, thereby transcending the world. Yet truly powerful ones are only a few. After all, back then sentient beings were scarce, and only a handful could garner great faith. Later, cultivation methods proliferated, experts of the myriad races grew ever more numerous, and those so-called divine feats could be accomplished with a wave of the hand by the strong, causing faith's power to wane. This group of so-called gods then sought another path, but ultimately failed. All that remains is this burial ground, where they vainly hope to be reborn a second time and regain supremacy in the later age. Thus this place is not truly a land of inheritance; it is merely where they test the talent of sentient beings, ultimately to achieve possession."

From the Phoenix Second-Generation Ancestor's words, it was easy to hear his disdain for these primeval deities. In his view, aside from those few top experts, he could easily suppress the rest. However, these primeval deities have been plotting their afterlife since ancient times, hoping to be reborn; their conduct is like that of rats in a sewer, truly disgusting. Had it not been for this primeval deity's ill intentions toward the Little Phoenix, this strand of his divine soul imprint would not have awakened. After roughly guessing the other's intent, the Second-Generation Ancestor was furious and resolved to suppress it. But relying solely on his own imprint, his power was still far insufficient; he needed Qin Yu's fleshly body and assistance.

Upon hearing this, Qin Yu instantly understood: he was nothing more than a "gu worm" raised by them, ready at any moment to be possessed. His face sank slightly, his heart instantly on alert, and he did not fully trust the Phoenix Second-Generation Ancestor. After all, when out and about, caution is always wise. Facing such a level of ancient monster, regardless of its affiliations, one must guard strictly. This world is riddled with strangeness. First came the Witch Clan's curse, which prevented many cultivators of the Profound Yang Sect from entering the Venerable Realm; then came the Heavenly God Forbidden Zone, masquerading as an ancient relic, continually luring cultivators to their doom as if they were fodder; next came the Blood Spirit Clan, whose legendary medicine could restore life and flesh from white bone, yet had fallen into the demonic path, cultivating by devouring human blood—utterly absurd. All this forced Qin Yu to be extremely careful.

"Rest assured, I harbor no malice; this Little Phoenix…… shares a profound connection with me." the Phoenix Second-Generation Ancestor continued, "For a monster of this level, one need only seal it within your sea of consciousness, imprison and suppress it. Later, fuse it into a fleshly body and sign a blood contract; then your early cultivation path will proceed much more smoothly. A deity of this level, once the great era opens, can at least cultivate to the Saint Stage. My Phoenix Clan once possessed a divine ability called the Heartbond Contract; after signing, his cultivation insights and the like can even feed back a portion to you. Though there is some risk, for someone like you who bears great fortune, it amounts to nothing. Moreover, since my descendants have chosen you, in the future our Phoenix Clan will surely spare no effort to aid you, helping you rise in this turbulent age."

The Phoenix Second-Generation Ancestor spoke with a solemn tone; the apocalyptic catastrophe of old had been too terrifying, and though the Phoenix Clan had laid plans, they were obliterated in an instant. Now the Phoenix Clan wishes to revive and rise among the myriad worlds, urgently needing those bearing great fortune to assist. The surviving Phoenix spirits number no more than can be counted on one hand. Therefore, it also wishes to do what it can to pave the way for the Little Phoenix.

Qin Yu's heart stirred; if he could refine a primeval deity into a war slave, it would greatly benefit his cultivation. Even as the Phoenix Second-Generation Ancestor said, they merely held an advantage in the early stages of cultivation, but to retain a wisp of divine soul after endless ages and lay a backup of great power—how could they be mediocre? The Saint Stage…… that is a legendary existence.

Just as he was pondering, a prompt suddenly appeared in his mind:

【You have received the advice of the Phoenix Clan's Second-Generation Ancestor: suppress the Nine Yang Ancient God, imprison it in your sea of consciousness, refine it, and after signing a blood contract, he can in the future advance to the Saint Stage, and the opportunities and breakthrough insights he gains will be shared with you.】

【Since the Second-Generation Ancestor trusts you, you will face no risk, easily accomplish this, and as long as you do not voluntarily dissolve the contract, the primeval deity will be eternally suppressed by you, at your command.】

【Accept the advice?】

"Accepted!" Qin Yu replied resolutely in his heart, his eyes flashing with confident light. To be able to command a primeval deity, to expand his territory and wage war across the eight wildernesses—how could he not be overjoyed? From now on, the life and death of that primeval deity lie entirely in his single thought.

"Very well, after three breaths, open your eyes and accept the inheritance." The Phoenix Second-Generation Ancestor felt calm; in his view, entrapping a primeval deity was no difficult feat. Recalling the past, he had once made sages bleed and immortals fall to the mortal realm, being one of the hegemons of ancient times. Although now only a strand of his imprint remains, paving the way for descendants is somewhat troublesome, but not impossible.

"Buzz!" As soon as the words fell, Qin Yu felt his sea of consciousness as if about to burst, countless fiery array patterns floating within, emitting the power of ancient ages, shaking and swaying. He tried to mobilize his divine sense to investigate, but having just glanced, he nearly lost his soul and corporeal form. After a moment, the grand array gradually shrank, hiding deep within his soul.

Qin Yu slowly opened his eyes, his gaze brilliant as stars, as if myriad galaxies were condensed in his pupils.

"Young master, you've finally awakened." Beside him, Bi Qingmu saw this and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Feeling the dense fire-path aura around Qin Yu, he couldn't help but envy him. Such fortune is truly heaven-defying. He was glad he had followed Qin Yu early on, counting it as a winning bet. After all, he knew he fundamentally could not break through the pass; all along he had merely wanted to settle the score of revenge. In this either‑or choice, he had decided on this human‑race sentient being. Qin Yu, with only a seventh‑layer Foundation Establishment cultivation, dared to counter a Spirit Transformation Peak expert, slaying a monster of the Heavenly Feather Clan with a single sword, overwhelmingly mighty. Against Dao‑stage beings, he not only held his ground but even pressed the attack. Now it seems his choice was utterly correct; this way he also has hope of leaving. In Bi Qingmu's manifested phantom, his eyes faintly glimmered with tears, his heart unable to settle for a long time.

Before Qin Yu could speak, an ancient and vast aura surged like a tide, sweeping in all directions, suppressing heaven and earth.

"Boom—!" The dull sound resembled thunder, deafening.

A towering figure slowly stepped forth in the void, radiant divine light enveloping his form, his figure extremely hazy and indistinct. Behind him appeared nine great suns, emitting scorching light, fully displaying his extraordinariness.

"I am the Nine Yang Ancient God."

"Born in the primeval age."

"Now awakened, I wish to bestow the inheritance."

"My Dao arts shake ancient and modern times."

"Sentient beings cultivate, defy heaven to change fate, seek longevity, and enjoy the reverence of all races."

"You, are you willing?" the Nine Yang Ancient God slowly opened his arms; beneath his calm eyes lay a hint of scarcely perceptible excitement. He believed he would finally see the light of day again, and in the impending great era, secure a place for himself.