Chapter 1018 - 339: Hidden Secrets of the Past (2)

"Stop searching."

"This Secret Realm has already been scoured by seasoned powerful warriors, probably leaving not much behind."

"I think that Xiao Yu must have entered the inheritance trial here."

Wu Shuo appeared beside Wu Yiyi, speaking indifferently.

As an experienced secret exploration and treasure hunting expert, Wu Shuo gleaned a lot of useful information from the surface clues.

"Do we have to wait for him to come out?"

Wu Yiyi frowned and asked.

"Let’s wait; I can’t do anything else."

"The Witch Race’s inheritance Secret Realm only allows one inheritor to enter at a time, so we can only wait outside for him to come out on his own."

Wu Shuo said with a smile.

He lowered his head and gazed toward the rumbling white waterfall below.

"I think I already know where the entrance to the inheritance trial is."

"This Secret Realm is somewhat intriguing; it only allows three people to enter at once, and only cultivators below the Nascent Soul Realm can enter."

"If you want to verify whether Xiao Yu is still here, you can find someone else to see if they can enter."

Wu Shuo observed the scenic Secret Realm Space, smiling as he spoke.

He had only entered this Secret Realm for a short time before he had largely figured it out.

...

In the grand hall, a robust and handsome youth lay quietly on a carpet made of animal skins.

The youth’s chest gently rose and fell, sleeping deeply and soundly.

In the depths of the hall.

The enormous statue of a Witch Race warrior, with eyes lifelike and flickering slightly with a mysterious glow, gazed upon Lin Zheyu.

"He actually emerged unscathed!"

The consciousness within the statue looked at the sleeping Lin Zheyu, astonished.

He was merely the owner of the Secret Realm, a leftover remnant soul that could only transport Lin Zheyu to the trial space.

He couldn’t see what happened in the trial space at all.

"Class A Flesh Body Talent, Class B Intellect, overall not bad."

"But it’s somewhat peculiar; this little guy only has Class B intellect, so why is the Power of the Earth within him so abundant?"

"It’s really strange; it’s like a haze envelops him, making even me unable to see through."

The consciousness within the statue was somewhat puzzled.

However, he merely hesitated for a moment and did not continue to investigate, as a remnant soul, he didn’t have the ability to explore further.

Suddenly.

The consciousness within the statue withdrew its gaze from Lin Zheyu and looked toward the waterfall outside.

Outside, Wu Yiyi and Wu Shuo had barged into this void.

"Again, two more came."

"Are the people of this era of the Human Race all this short?"

The consciousness within the statue whispered softly.

This consciousness, as the controller of the Secret Realm, upon waking, conjured images of all cultivators who entered this Secret Realm.

All the cultivators who appeared in this Secret Realm were at most two meters tall.

In ancient times, a height of two meters would be ridiculed as a dwarf.

"After tens of thousands of years, the changes in Heaven and Earth seem significant."

"Hmm, Spiritual Energy has become so scarce, compared to ancient times, it can simply be called a land devoid of Spirit."

The consciousness within the statue, using the means left in the Secret Realm, began to explore the outside world.

With increasing understanding, he felt more and more uneasy.

After tens of thousands of years, this world has degenerated to such an extent.

"Not only has Spiritual Energy thinned, but there are issues with the Heavenly Dao as well."

"And this, is that Demonic Energy?"

"What exactly happened later, did this world eventually lose?"

The consciousness within the statue sighed softly.

In his fragmented memories, he vaguely recalled that when preparing for the Secret Realm inheritance and beginning secluded cultivation, the two worlds were still evenly matched.

No, this world even held a slight advantage.

Yet, after tens of thousands of years, when he awoke from his slumber, he found that this world was defeated, surviving precariously.

"Peculiar, peculiar..."

"Could it be that the strongman of the Demon Realm eventually broke through?"

The consciousness within the statue murmured softly.

"Enough, now I’m just a remnant soul, unable to do anything, why ponder so much."

"This little guy is quite interesting; there’s still the final trial, so I’ll lend him a hand."

"Otherwise, who knows if there will be a chance to meet the next inheritor."

The consciousness within the statue secretly said.

His gaze returned to Lin Zheyu.

"The environment has drastically changed; although I don’t know what opportunity you have, possessing Class A Flesh Body Talent."

"But having Class A Flesh Body Talent, strong perseverance, and intellect, it’s still not enough."

"The Witch Race still faces great challenges; now, the world is no longer suitable for the existence of my Witch Race, and I can only do so much."

"My inheritor Qiong Yun must not be too weak, I hope you can survive this catastrophe."

Qiong Yun said softly.

He was among the last batch of powerful warriors at the peak of the Witch Race.

In the period of Qiong Yun, the Witch Race had already begun the decline, while the Immortal Dao was rising, developing into the mainstream cultivation system.

Because Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy became increasingly scarce, the newborn Human Race babies grew weaker and weaker.

It became almost impossible to find talented Human Race individuals suitable for cultivating as witches.

Throughout Qiong Yun’s life, he continually lowered his requirements for disciples, yet never found a satisfactory inheritor.

Until later, as the great limit approached and the five declines of heaven and man arrived.

Qiong Yun had to open up a space, placing all his life’s learning into a created inheritance Secret Realm.

Leaving behind a remnant soul, awaiting someone with fate.

Sadly, the wait extended over tens of thousands of years.