After a few people walked in this vast mausoleum for about half an hour, their view was suddenly blocked.
A very thick purple and gold carved door suddenly appeared in front of everyone. There was a crystal plaque on it. There were three big words on the plaque: "Second Level."
Just when everyone was slightly stunned, a white light suddenly flashed on the surface of the crystal plaque.
Immediately afterwards, in the next second, an illusory soul body floated out and suspended in the void.
Everyone looked up in astonishment, and saw this illusory soul wearing a white robe, with gray hair, looking down at everyone with a faint warm smile, and having the charm of a reclusive master with a fairy-like air. .
"soul!"
Everyone couldn't help but exclaimed, but then calmed down.
It is no secret in Yunying Continent that powerful people in the Xuandan realm will give birth to souls.
"No, this is not the soul. To be precise, it should be a trace of residual thoughts." Lin Beichen's eyes narrowed slightly and he said in a deep voice.
The illusory figure in the void in front of him does not have the aura fluctuations that a soul should have, and there is no power at all from its body.
You must know that even if a powerful person in the Xuandan realm dies and becomes a soul, the soul can still possess part of the strength of his life, and will not lose all his cultivation.
However, although the soul can exist for an extremely long time, as time goes by and the soul power of the soul is not replenished, it will become increasingly illusory until it completely dissipates between heaven and earth.
At this point, this cultivator truly belongs to death.
Before the soul is completely annihilated, if the cultivator has a very strong obsession, after its annihilation, a similar soul body will be born, and it will inherit all the memories of his life.
This thing is called residual thoughts.
The biggest difference between Cannian and Yuanshen is that the former does not have any strength at all, and only relies on the strong obsession in his heart to exist in the world.
When this obsession ends, this residual thought will dissipate in the world, and this person will no longer exist in the world.
Cannian looked at Lin Beichen with a hint of admiration in his eyes, stroking his gray beard and smiling: "Congratulations on successfully passing the first level. You are now qualified to see me. Next is the second level."
Cannian showed a smile and seemed a bit approachable. It could be seen that even if he was not a good person during his lifetime, he was definitely not an evil person.
"This is the second level, what about the first level? When did we pass the first level?"
The old man Yin Jue looked confused at this moment, and was very confused in his heart.
Suddenly, he thought that when they entered the mausoleum, they had almost entered that illusion, which aroused the inner demons deep in his heart.
Then he couldn't help but exclaimed: "Could it be that the first level is..."
"That's right, the illusion you experienced just now is the first level. I named it 'The Tribulation of the Inner Demon'." Cannian said with a smile. He was very pleased that everyone could pass the first level test.
After a pause, he continued: "The next second level is called 'Life and Death'. You must work hard. I have been dead for nearly a thousand years, and there has never been anyone who can do it." Completely passed all the levels I set."
Long Aotian was stunned for a moment, and then he respectfully asked the residual thought in the void: "Senior, do you mean to say that there are actually many keys to the mausoleum?"
"That's natural. If you only have one, if the person who gets it is a trash, wouldn't my whole life's reputation be ruined? How can I be willing to hand over my inheritance to a trash?" Cannian said in a grumpy voice. He looked up, his eyes full of arrogance.
It can be seen that he is very proud of his inheritance and values it very much.
Lin Beichen hesitated for a moment, then asked: "Can I ask you, senior, how many levels are there in total in your test?"
Cannian slowly stretched out four fingers.
"Four ways!"
Lin Beichen was shocked. The first level was so difficult that it almost made him sink. How difficult would it be to pass the next three levels?
Suddenly, Lin Beichen seemed to remember something. After hesitating for a moment, he asked cautiously: "By the way, senior...this key belongs to my friend, and the blood and essence also belong to my friend. Logically speaking, he should be the only one qualified to receive the inheritance." Right? Why do we even have to pass the test?"
Cannian glanced at Lin Beichen lightly, and then asked, "Don't you want to find some opportunities of your own in the mausoleum?"
Lin Beichen was slightly stunned, wondering whether Can Nian's words meant what he meant, but if he said he was not interested in the treasures in the tomb, it would seem a bit hypocritical and polite.
Then he nodded slightly and said, "If there is a suitable opportunity, I would also like to fight for it."
After listening, Cannian stroked his gray beard and showed a satisfied smile.
"In the mausoleum, there are not only my inheritance, but also my life savings, as well as some rare treasures."
"Inheritance belongs to inheritance, treasure belongs to treasure, and every code belongs to one code."
"If you want to get my treasure, you have to pass these four tests. I don't want to see that the treasures I have accumulated in my life will fall into the hands of mediocre people, and these treasures will be soiled in vain."
"And even if some of you can pass all four levels, if it is not the person who opened the tomb, it will only be able to obtain the treasures I have collected throughout my life, and inheritance has nothing to do with it."
"You must know that rare treasures are only external objects after all, and only with strength can they be eternal. I believe you all understand this."
"And...my inheritance is much more precious than those treasures."
Speaking of this, Cannian once again showed a hint of arrogance, and anyone could tell that he was very satisfied with the legacy he left behind.
Then, Cannian looked at Long Aotian and said, "Boy, if you can pass all four levels, in addition to obtaining treasures, you will also have the opportunity to accept my inheritance."
"Come on, you guys, I also hope that someone can have the ability to get these things I left behind. They have been buried in this loess for too long..."
"If you can really get what I left behind, please let the world remember my name."
"Tiangang Hall—Yuan Yiji, Taoist name Tianjizi..."
After saying that, the sad thoughts slowly faded from the void, leaving only a long and faint sigh in the empty tomb.
Everyone stared blankly at the void where the residual thoughts disappeared, unable to recover for a long time, and in their hearts they were in awe of this senior who fell a thousand years ago.
They seem to be able to feel the deep obsession in the heart of this senior, hoping that the successors can inherit his mantle.
In this world, people are dying every day, every moment, every second. However, there are very few mausoleums in this world that leave such a legacy.
Basically, many people are selfish at heart. Even after his death, he will not allow anyone to get involved in the things he accumulated during his lifetime.
Therefore, there are very few strong people who choose to build mausoleums and leave inheritances, and they usually only appear in casual cultivators.
And if there is a family or a sect, they will choose to leave all these things to the family or the sect.
There is nothing wrong with this approach. No one would want to work hard all his life to make a wedding dress for someone he does not know.
But at this moment, the owner of this tomb is able to build a mausoleum and pass on the inheritance under the premise of having a sect. You can imagine how rare it is.
This detached mentality alone is worthy of everyone's respect.
"Tiangang Palace...why is this name so familiar?" Lin Beichen raised his brows slightly and fell into memories.
It seemed like he had heard the name of this sect somewhere.
"Mr. Lin, do you still remember what I told you, that there are seven top sects in the entire Southern Territory?" Old Man Yinjue spoke slowly, his old face full of shock.
"Tiangang Palace, one of the four palaces!" Lin Beichen suddenly remembered something and blurted it out subconsciously.
The old man Yin Jue nodded slowly. He did not expect that the owner of the tomb had such a big background.
At this time, Long Aotian, who had recovered from the shock, spoke with a somewhat rapid breathing: "You only know Tiangang Palace, but do you know the identity of the owner of this tomb in Tiangang Palace?"
When everyone heard these words, they looked at Long Aotian with confusion in their eyes.
Long Aotian met everyone's gaze and slowly said: "Tianjizi, the great elder of Tiangang Palace a thousand years ago!"
"If we can really pass the test this time, we will really get a big deal."
"As far as I know, Tian Jizi was a super strong person at the eighth level of the Xuandan Realm during his lifetime!"
There was unconcealable excitement in Long Aotian's eyes.
"hiss!"
Several people gasped in the field.
After a long time, everyone finally recovered from the shock and excitement.
Looking at the purple and gold carved door in front of him, the old man Yinjue's breathing was a little rapid, and he urged: "Let's go quickly, I can't wait to enter the next level of the test."
……….
"Why is there suddenly no way?"
Long Aotian was slightly startled.
Lin Beichen frowned slightly, because what stood in front of them were four simple bronze doors. There seemed to be something written on the doors.
Lin Beichen read the words on the bronze door from left to right, but the more he read, the more frightened he became.
Several other people had obviously noticed at this moment the words on the bronze door that were full of traces of time.
Long Aotian immediately stepped forward. After thinking for a moment, he looked a little confused and looked at Lin Beichen and asked: "Brother Lin, which one do you think is the door to the center of the mausoleum?"
Lin Beichen turned his head and glanced at Long Aotian without saying a word. Then he looked at the four bronze doors in front of him and repeated the handwriting on the doors in a low voice.
"Ten lives without death..."
"Nine lives and one death..."
"A narrow escape from death..."
"Ten deaths without life..."
He also fell into deep thought for a while.
There is no difference between the four bronze doors in front of them except for the different handwriting on the doors. Even the patterns carved on the doors are exactly the same.
