High-tier battle techniques were indeed powerful.....but their consumption was terrifying.
As the final spear of divine flame shot forth, the biting cold came crashing in.
The chill made Xiao Yan's limbs stiffen slightly.
The temperature here was far too low. If not for his abnormally pure Dou Qi and the faint wisp of Bone Spirit Cold Flame shielding his body, he would have long been frozen solid in this tomb, becoming nothing more than an ice sculpture.
After all, when the White Tiger Venerable had constructed this ancient tomb, he likely never imagined that someone with such a weak cultivation would dare intrude.
At this level of cold, even ordinary Dou Practitioners would turn into frozen statues in less than half an hour.
While channeling the last traces of his Dou Qi to resist the frigid air, Xiao Yan refined two Qi Recovery Pills.
His gaze, however, remained calm and steady on the battlefield.
The palm-sized spear of white flame tore through the frost like lightning...once again, just as effortlessly as before....obliterating the icy spear and melting the ice figure behind it into drifting mist.
The Fifth Layer....cleared.
For most powerful cultivators...even the most gifted geniuses....passing the fourth or fifth layer would be extremely difficult.
Even in his previous life, Xiao Yan might have needed to unleash the Buddha's Wrath Lotus to barely pass this trial.
To reach this level was enough to be called invincible among his peers.
After all, the fifth layer tested one against a half-saint's memory.....an opponent at least two stars stronger than oneself.
But Xiao Yan was no ordinary youth. He was a reborn master who once held the memories of a sovereign.
A half-saint was indeed powerful...but before a Sovereign, even before a true Dou Emperor...they were nothing more than ants.
So, passing what the White Tiger Venerable called an "impossible trial" did not make Xiao Yan proud.
He only looked toward the sky, where dozens of glowing orbs swirled, his eyes faintly filled with expectation.
"Fifth layer, cleared!"
A pleased, aged voice echoed as a hazy old figure slowly appeared before Xiao Yan.
The old man's face was identical to the statue behind him.
The phantom's gaze on Xiao Yan carried both surprise and delight.
"To think the treasures I left here would end up in the hands of such a young Dou Practitioner.
Incredible. Even as a mere practitioner, you possess such heaven-defying means to pass the five-layer Ice Mirror test I set."
The faint emotion in the phantom's tone didn't surprise Xiao Yan.
Even a half-saint's memory fragment retained some consciousness.
And beings like the Purifying Lotus Demon Saint.....those at the highest peak....had memory fragments nearly indistinguishable from living souls.
"It was just luck," Xiao Yan replied modestly, cupping his fists with a faint, embarrassed smile.
Half-saint level powerhouses were so weak that he had barely cared for them past the age of forty. By then, even half-saints had to look up to him.
Still, considering he now needed the man's legacy to strengthen himself, it was only polite to show respect.
Just… unfamiliar.
"Hahaha, no need for modesty," the phantom laughed, eyes gleaming with approval.
"Though you do not possess an ice attribute, and cannot cultivate my main inheritance, your potential may even surpass mine."
The old man smiled warmly. His gaze toward Xiao Yan was one of satisfaction.
The fourth and fifth ice mirror trials were so difficult that even he, in his youth, had struggled to overcome them.
After a moment of thought, he spoke again, his tone solemn.
"I am the White Tiger Venerable, Grand Elder of the Four Saints Sect.
My mount, an eighth-rank Xuanming White Tiger, earned me this title....though some call me the White Tiger Saint.
Though I reached the half-saint realm, I was never a true Dou Saint, so I prefer the title of 'Venerable.'"
As the phantom spoke, Xiao Yan nodded faintly, listening quietly while refining his Qi Recovery Pills and resisting the tomb's cold.
He dared not summon Yao Lao's soul power now.....any conflict between this memory fragment and his teacher's spirit could lead to disaster.
He had no means to resist even the remnants of a half-saint's power.
After several minutes of rambling, the White Tiger Venerable's tone finally turned serious.
"As the Grand Elder of the Four Saints Sect, most of my life's wealth lies within the sect. Only a few personal treasures rest here in my tomb.
Originally, I intended to pass them down one by one to future fated souls, but you, little one, have reached this far alone. It seems fate has chosen you."
With a wave of his sleeve, the dozens of glowing orbs in the sky dimmed, revealing the treasures hidden within.
Scrolls, pills, magic cores, and rare spiritual materials shimmered in the air.
Even a quick glance told Xiao Yan these were extraordinary items.
The White Tiger Venerable flicked his wrist, and two streaks of light flew into his hand.
"I was born of the Four Saints Sect, and cultivated the sect's high-tier Earth-level technique, the White Tiger Nether Scripture.
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