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On the Blood Throne, Fang Chen's eyes were slightly lowered, motionless, appearing somewhat dazed. However, upon closer inspection, one could see bright flashes of light constantly flickering in his downcast eyes. Looking even more closely, it became evident that these flickering lights were actually incredibly miniature scenes.
These scenes continuously flashed and flowed through Fang Chen's mind. If Fang Chen could speak at this moment, he would surely exclaim in surprise, for the current scene was remarkably similar to when he had used secret methods to steal the memories of Lu Haotian, a powerful figure in the Nirvana Realm.
The Heritage of the White-Clad Middle-Aged Man was also guiding him through experiences he had once personally undergone. The only difference was that Lu Haotian's memories were stolen by Fang Chen and were incomplete, often consisting of fleeting fragments. Now, however, the White-Clad Middle-Aged Man was actively guiding Fang Chen with complete memories that included his lifelong understanding of martial arts.
Although the White-Clad Middle-Aged Man had not truly reached the level of a Peerless Strongman in the Nirvana Realm and was still a step away from that pinnacle, he was significantly inferior to Lu Haotian, who had once attempted to reach the Eternal Life Realm. Nevertheless, for Fang Chen, this Heritage was immensely important and far superior to merely stealing a portion of Lu Haotian's memories.
Firstly, while the White-Clad Middle-Aged Man's cultivation level and strength were not as formidable as Lu Haotian's, this was merely due to his rapid fall; he had not yet reached the Nirvana Realm when he was besieged by mysterious individuals and ultimately fell. Through the Heritage, comparing their memories made it clear to Fang Chen that in terms of talent, the White-Clad Middle-Aged Man was not inferior to Lu Haotian and might even surpass him, truly embodying a Heavenly Pride.
After all, even Lu Haotian had only begun to be hunted after reaching the Nirvana Realm, while the White-Clad Middle-Aged Man faced unprecedented persecution before achieving Nirvana Realm status. This comparison revealed much.
More importantly, although Fang Chen had obtained some memories from Lu Haotian, they were stolen and thus incomplete; most were mere fragments. It should be noted that despite Fang Chen's extraordinary talent as a martial artist from the Heavenly Realm in his previous life, many martial arts realms at the Daoist Master Realm or even Nirvana Realm levels could not be fully understood through mere snippets.
Thus, even though he had acquired part of Lu Haotian's memories, there were many aspects he had not truly comprehended; he could only grasp them superficially or remain utterly confused. Normally, Fang Chen would have to wait until he broke through to the Daoist Master Realm or Nirvana Realm to fully understand these concepts. However, with the White-Clad Middle-Aged Man's unreserved Heritage now available to him, those originally difficult-to-understand elements began to unlock like a broken seal, gradually becoming clear and comprehensible to Fang Chen.
In an invisible way, Fang Chen effectively received two Heritage gifts at once. This benefit was astonishing and could be described as a true transformation!
Of course, even the White-Clad Middle-Aged Man silently observing Fang Chen at this moment did not notice any of this. Only Fang Chen himself knew what incredible changes were subtly occurring within his body under this Heritage!
Suddenly—
Fang Chen's body sitting on the Blood Throne trembled lightly as a dazzling white beam of light surged from within him, breaking through his crown and swirling above his head.
"What is this?" The White-Clad Middle-Aged Man stared in astonishment at this scene. However, soon after, as if realizing something, a look of shock appeared on his face followed by disbelief.
"Could it be..." he murmured softly, with the last few words barely audible as if he couldn't believe it himself.
After all, he understood very well that even his own Heritage could not directly elevate someone to that level. Moreover, at this moment, Fang Chen only possessed Alchemy Realm cultivation; it should be noted that even among the most remarkable individuals of his era, they only encountered such phenomena when they reached the Heavenly Realm.
As the White-Clad Middle-Aged Man's gaze flickered with disbelief, the dazzling white light hovering above Fang Chen's head suddenly contracted violently. With the contraction of the white light, a small white flower resembling a lotus appeared within it, releasing a faint fragrance.
Although he was no longer in a physical body and only existed as this Divine Consciousness, which was continuously dissipating, at that moment, when the fragrance entered his nose, the White-Clad Middle-Aged Man's body trembled. A wave of comfort surged from within, and even his body, which had been becoming increasingly transparent, slowed its rate of dissipation at that instant.
"Flower of the Great Path!" At this moment, how could the White-Clad Middle-Aged Man not realize what the pure white lotus blooming amidst the dazzling white light above Fang Chen's head was? Only the Flower of the Great Path could emit such an aura when it bloomed, enough to slow down the dissipation of his Divine Consciousness, which belonged to a Half-Step Nirvana Realm being.
However, this only intensified the incredulity in the White-Clad Middle-Aged Man's eyes.
What was the Flower of the Great Path?
It was the best proof of a martial artist's understanding of Martial Arts Realm. Not to mention the various benefits that come once the Flower of the Great Path is condensed; just the difficulty in condensing it is enough to leave many Daoist Master Realm experts in awe.
Because it was incredibly difficult.
Martial Arts Realm is both real and illusory; it cannot be seen or touched, making it hard to measure. There is also a saying that to condense the Flower of the Great Path requires not only an unfathomable Martial Arts Realm but also extraordinary potential from the martial artist themselves.
If we say that Martial Arts Realm is a combination of reality and illusion, then this so-called potential is truly elusive. What is potential? It refers to the height one can achieve in their lifetime. However, many Daoist Master Realm experts struggle to condense the Flower of the Great Path; could it be that such potential must reach Nirvana Realm level?
No one knew. However, there is a notion of potential because anyone who can condense the Flower of the Great Path will inevitably reach Nirvana Realm if they do not die. Throughout history, there has been no exception! This can almost be seen as a recognition from this world for martial artists, akin to being true prodigies with limitless futures.
This is also why many powerful martial artists still strive to condense the Flower of the Great Path. Of course, many merely wish for it; attempting to condense the Flower of the Great Path is as challenging as breaking through Nirvana Realm!
Given such difficulty, even contemporary Heavenly Pride figures—some top existences who truly dominate in Yuan Spirit—condensed theirs during Heavenly Realm. The White-Clad Middle-Aged Man was no exception; despite being extraordinarily talented, he failed to succeed even when he was at Primordial Embryo Realm. In fact, he had never heard of anyone throughout history who managed to condense the Flower of the Great Path while at Primordial Embryo Realm.
Yet now, this fellow before him had managed to condense this Flower of the Great Path while still at Alchemy Realm level. This was far beyond what could be described as extraordinary talent; calling him an unparalleled Heavenly Pride would still be an understatement. Because throughout millions of years on Spirit Realm Continent, there had never been such a freakish individual.
"Not only did he condense the Flower of the Great Path while at Alchemy Realm, but it seems he was completely unaware during its condensation process—as if everything came naturally. This..." Looking at Fang Chen on Blood Throne, still accepting his Heritage and not yet awakened, the White-Clad Middle-Aged Man's eyes twitched violently. Even with his calm disposition, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of bitterness.
What others have pursued their entire lives yet struggled to achieve, this fellow not only surpassed many but seemed completely oblivious during its condensation process. If this were to spread, it would surely infuriate countless people. Even some reclusive Dao Sovereign Realm experts might come out to challenge him.
What does it mean that people can drive you crazy?
At this moment, the White-Clad Middle-Aged Man finally had a very intuitive understanding.
"Fortunately, I died many years ago. If I had to live in the same era as this Freak, it would probably be a tragic affair," the White-Clad Middle-Aged Man mocked. He seemed to envision many tragic scenes of so-called Heavenly Pride.
However, after the mockery, the White-Clad Middle-Aged Man suddenly withdrew the smile from his face. He carefully observed Fang Chen, and a determined look suddenly flashed in his eyes.
"The Alchemy Realm has condensed the Flower of the Great Path; this kind of potential is unprecedented. Since you have inherited my Heritage, I might as well lend you a helping hand, which can be considered my final contribution to this Spirit Realm Continent."
Opening his mouth, he exhaled a stream of white mist. The mist swept out like a whip, shattering the void before disappearing. However, at the moment the white mist was expelled, the already mostly transparent body of the White-Clad Middle-Aged Man became even more transparent in an instant, and a weak aura of life suddenly emanated from him.
At this moment, he seemed completely unconcerned about the changes in his body and stared intently at the shattered void as if waiting for something.
After three breaths, a dazzling white light suddenly shot out from the broken void, and a flower almost identical to the Flower of the Great Path hovering above Fang Chen's head appeared in the cave.
"I finally brought you here," the White-Clad Middle-Aged Man said with relief.
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