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In the valley, a sudden and exhilarating shout echoed, startling the surroundings. At that moment, the Top Ten Chief Disciples were also alerted and swiftly took to the skies on their swords.
Other Black Belt Disciples, after assessing their own strength, chose to distance themselves from this place of trouble. Gu Di and Su Chen exchanged glances, their eyes flickering with intrigue.
Flame Valley was the Ancestral Land of the academy, a place where ancestral legacies would manifest periodically. Each time the Ancestral Land appeared, it attracted the strongest disciples from the Inner Academy who came to compete for its treasures.
Whoosh!
In Flame Valley's Ancestral Land, several figures materialized. Upon their arrival, they began to investigate the situation within the Ancestral Land. At that moment, a figure clad in red descended, instantly stirring commotion among those present.
Han Qinghou.
With Han Qinghou's appearance, everyone present felt a surge of trepidation, their expressions shifting dramatically. The ranks of the Top Ten Chiefs changed every year, but the first position remained unaltered, firmly held by Han Qinghou.
This was not without reason; he had already condensed his Divine Status and was merely a step away from accumulating enough Mental Power to directly step into the Shenzong Realm! This stood in stark contrast to Lin Zhen, the head of the Lin family, who possessed Mental Power but had not attained Divine Status.
Thus, when compared directly, Han Qinghou, with his Divine Status, was far more formidable than Lin Zhen. Moreover, he had cultivated a secret technique given to him by Chen Wushuang that enhanced his cultivation level; once his power increased further, he would draw even closer to the Shenzong Realm!
Consequently, as Han Qinghou made his entrance, everyone present retreated in fear—none dared to provoke him, not even those among the Top Ten Chief Disciples.
Han Qinghou's gaze was as cold as frost; he paid no mind to anyone else. He strode directly into the Ancestral Land to begin his assessment of the inheritance.
Not long after, Su Chen also arrived at the Ancestral Land. Before him lay an expansive Magma Abyss, resembling a hellish furnace that radiated an unsettling heat that sent shivers down one's spine.
In the midst of this sea of flames, dozens of figures summoned their Martial Spirits and brilliant Star Rings, surrounded by various Rare Treasures, desperately resisting the terrifying heat that seemed capable of melting anything. They slowly advanced forward.
The Magma Abyss here was wide enough to span ten zhang, and with every step taken, the temperature they endured doubled. Between each zhang, there was a lotus platform with dew on it, allowing those who sat upon it to recover their strength.
The vast majority of disciples lingered within a range of about three zhang, while only a few chief disciples had managed to venture five zhang away. At this moment, they could only rest briefly on the lotus platforms before attempting to break through to the next distance.
Among these figures, the most eye-catching was undoubtedly Han Qinghou, who stood alone on the seventh zhang's lotus platform.
Suddenly, a loud bang echoed as someone above the lava could no longer withstand the fiery aura and was instantly engulfed. In the next moment, his protective Rare Treasure shattered, and he was sent flying back to his starting point.
His eyes were filled with unwillingness; the shattering of his protective Rare Treasure meant he could no longer set foot in this Ancestral Land. However, at that moment, he felt even more heartbroken over his Rare Treasure. After all, the cost of a Super Rare Treasure was substantial, and now he had lost one instead of gaining anything.
Having learned from this cautionary tale, some disciples sensed their limits and immediately chose to retreat, opting to give up entirely. The remaining ones became increasingly cautious.
Just then, the disciples who had returned to their starting point for a brief rest noticed Su Chen's approach, and all eyes instinctively focused on him. They were all very curious about how far Su Chen could go.
Gazing at the terrifying temperature emanating from the molten lava ahead, Su Chen calmly stepped forward. In an instant, a wave of flames surged towards him like a colossal tide, powerful enough to rival a full-force strike from a Three Star Grandmaster, attempting to engulf him.
To everyone's astonishment, as this flame capable of melting steel made contact with Su Chen's skin, it seemed to encounter an invisible barrier and instantly dissipated without leaving a trace.
Could he truly withstand the flames with just his physical body?
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