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"The master's bloodline… it was inevitable! That one's power is truly unfathomable!"

After a long while, the Wraith King finally responded intermittently. Since gaining Mu Yuyan's imperial dragon energy, his strength had significantly recovered, now surpassing the old man's. While his wisdom might not match the old man's, his perception was just as sharp. Recalling his initial impression of Gu Lan, he knew well that even now, he was no match for Gu Lan.

"Big guy, how long do you think these kids can hold out? If they manage to endure until the end of the inheritance time, I'll barely have any Spirit Liquor left!" The old man grumbled, taking another swig of his Spirit Liquor. The Wraith King didn't respond further.

Another day passed.

On this day, Mountain Back Puppet was the first to awaken from the state of inheritance. His eyes, embedded with spirit stone chips, appeared hazy, reflecting a mysterious totem that slowly faded away, restoring his clarity. He had received part of the inheritance of the Chaos Beast, which increased his intelligence slightly.

Mountain Back Puppet looked around, scratching his head in embarrassment before leaping off the Stone Island, carrying his small book basket.

"Well done, little wooden kid!" The old man praised Mountain Back Puppet, glancing at his remaining bottle of Spirit Liquor. He couldn't decide whether to be happy or worried. With one fewer kid undergoing the inheritance, his consumption would be lower, but four more still persisted, threatening his remaining liquor supply.

"I must get that kid to compensate me when she comes out, or I'll be at a huge loss!" the old man thought, taking a painful sip of his liquor, a satisfied smile on his face.

Time flowed like water.

At night, little Suan Ni awoke from its inheritance state. It had inherited part of the Fierce Beast's powers, allowing it to grow a pair of golden wings on its back, enhancing its speed. Apart from this, little Suan Ni showed no significant changes.

Meanwhile, Gu Xiaoqi, Zhe Liang, and Gu Simu continued in their states of comprehension.

Gu Xiaoqi was sweating slightly, finding it challenging to harmonize the inheritance of the Nine Phoenixes with her own bloodline, which led to a slow and strenuous process.

Zhe Liang frowned deeply, surrounded by the faint flicker of Black Abyss fire. He was trying not only to comprehend the inheritance of the Nether Sparrow but also to combine it with his innate abilities, making his task exceptionally difficult. Nonetheless, with his strong talent and resilience, he managed to persevere.

On another Stone Island, Gu Simu appeared particularly relaxed. She sat cross-legged, her head slightly tilted as if she were sleeping rather than cultivating. After all, she had consumed the Totem of the Gluttonous Beast's inheritance orb, and now she was digesting it, which required time.

Gu Simu wasn't just absorbing the inheritance; she was also transforming it into her own divine ability, which extended the time needed.

"Why aren't these kids out yet? I can't hold on much longer!" the old man lamented, gazing skyward. Just then, a black gust of wind swept past Feng City.

"Oh no! Why now?" The old man's expression grew grave as he sensed the Mandala Arena's barrier beginning to open. To keep Feng City hidden, he had to close the River of Styx and seal the city, a duty as the caretaker.

"But what about these kids…" He glanced up at the Stone Island, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

In a dense forest near the Mandala Arena.

"The River of Styx Sanctuary and the Dark Palace have been at a standoff for days. Has the trial not ended yet?"

"The Mandala Arena isn't a place for fun. Even an Imperial Realm being might not survive. Do these two sacred lands have such faith in their disciples?"

"Stop talking nonsense! We're here to observe the trial's outcome, not to gossip!"

"It's so boring to stay silent. I've been watching for so long; I need some entertainment…"

Two sect members whispered cautiously, surrounded by numerous hidden figures from various forces. Only a few, confident enough to challenge the River of Styx Sanctuary and the Dark Palace, dared to show themselves openly.

"Should the Dark Palace young lord triumph, their rise will be unstoppable. If the River of Styx Sanctuary Holy Son wins, the struggle will continue for a while. I wonder how the outcome would be." Leaders of various factions speculated, their gazes fixed on the trial's barrier, pondering their next moves.
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They naturally hoped for a victory for the River of Styx Sanctuary, though they knew it was unlikely.

Before entering the trial, many people were already aware of the methods used by the Dark Palace. There were even rumors that the Young Temple Master of the Dark Palace possessed the spirit of an Emperor-level expert.

Regardless of whether the latter news was true, it meant that it was almost impossible for the Holy Son of Styx River to emerge victorious.

"Why hasn't the trial barrier opened yet?" a disciple asked, timing the trial's duration. The barrier's timing had never deviated before, yet today it seemed delayed.

"Patience. Zhe Liang is the most talented and strong-willed Abyssal Clan I've ever met. I have faith in him!" Black Abyss reassured his anxious followers while maintaining a composed front.

Opposite them, the Dark Palace group appeared smug, confident in their young lord's hidden tactics.

"Those River of Styx Sanctuary fools still hope to win. How naive!" The Dark Palace members sneered, their laughter echoing.

Boom!

Suddenly, the trial barrier rippled, a vortex of laws appearing.

In the next moment, three figures emerged before everyone's eyes...