The game starts with escaping from the famine and flipping the table

Mountain darkly, vista.

After passing through the stone forest, Su Mingxian, like an experienced explorer, led everyone to explore the crystal cluster cracks on the west side of the island.

Finally, among these cracks, they were pleasantly surprised to find a hidden cave entrance, like a forgotten pearl, emitting a mysterious light.

The cracks are filled with light blue "sea mist" all year round. The mist is as light as a veil, appearing and disappearing, as if nature has covered this cave with a mysterious veil.

It was low tide at this moment, and the "sea fog" was like a shy girl. As the tide slowly receded, the entrance to the cave gradually unveiled its mysterious veil.

Only then did they suddenly realize that the spiritual mist would only dissipate briefly when the tide receded, revealing the stone gate engraved with ancient cloud patterns, like a giant beast that had been sleeping for thousands of years, waiting to be awakened by someone destined to do so.

A powerful spiritual power of the late stage of tribulation was condensed on Su Mingxian's fingertips. The spiritual power was like a light feather, gently brushing across the moss-covered scars on the cliff wall of the island.

In an instant, those seemingly chaotic patterns suddenly shone under the touch of spiritual power, like a group of nimble snakes, swimming happily along the rock wall, and finally intertwined into the outline of an antique stone gate, like a beautiful painting.

The sea breeze whistled past with a salty and fishy smell, and the stone door slowly opened inward. Behind the door was not the darkness and depth as imagined, but a void flowing with colorful rays of light, like a dreamland.

In this void, one can faintly hear the sound of nature, interwoven with the gurgling of spiritual springs and the cries of mythical beasts, as if it were a wonderful melody played by nature for this secret place.

"Be careful." Su Mingxian turned his head to look at the people behind him. His voice was as steady as a rock, as if he was the guardian of this secret place, giving people an incomparable sense of security.

Su Gaowei held the black iron war hammer inherited from his family in his hand, his eyes as sharp as an eagle, as if he was ready to pounce on any possible danger at any time.

Su Gaocheng summoned his life-saving magic weapon, the Qingyun Sword. The green sword energy lingering on the sword was like a powerful whirlwind, which shattered any possible restrictions in the surroundings in advance.

Thirty people followed closely behind and stepped into the stone gate. As soon as they passed through the void barrier, the scene before them made everyone hold their breath - this was not a cave, but a miniature fairyland, like a fairyland, which made people intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves.

The ground beneath his feet was covered with white spiritual crystals. With every step he took, he could feel the pure spiritual energy flowing into his meridians along the soles of his feet. In the distance, jade-like buildings were suspended in the air. The spiritual beads hanging from the eaves emitted a soft halo, illuminating the entire secret realm like daylight.

What is even more amazing is that in the center of the secret realm lies a spiritual vein that stretches across the sky. The rich spiritual energy condenses into mist visible to the naked eye, forming vibrant bands of light in the air, which sometimes transform into soaring cranes and sometimes into leaping deer.

"This is... a small world opened up by the ancient great powers!" Pu Yiqi, the thunder spirit body, couldn't help but exclaimed. The thunder spirit root in his body vibrated violently under the stimulation of spiritual energy, and tiny purple electric arcs spontaneously lingered around his body.

Rong Zhimo, who possessed the Wind Spirit Root, gently raised his hand, and a crisp breeze rose from his palm, blending with the spiritual energy in the secret realm. He couldn't help but close his eyes, feeling the ancient Taoist rhyme contained in the wind element.

Su Mingxian's spiritual consciousness spread out the moment he stepped into the secret realm, and he quickly captured the light spots of opportunity hidden in various places in the secret realm.

He didn't rush to explore his own opportunities, but narrowed his eyes slightly, spread out his consciousness, and carefully felt...

After a while, he seemed to sense something and his eyes fell on the other two people from the Su family: "Gao Wei, Gao Cheng, there is an inheritance suitable for you on the east side of the secret realm. Go quickly."

Almost as soon as Su Mingxian finished speaking, two rays of light shot out from the east side of the secret realm and landed in front of Su Gaowei and Su Gaocheng respectively.

The spiritual light in front of Su Gaowei transformed into an ancient war drum, the drum body was engraved with ferocious animal patterns, and the drum surface was lingering with thick earth and gold spiritual energy.

As soon as he touched the war drum, countless mysterious runes flooded into his mind. It was a set of ancient fighting skills called "Earth-Splitting War Drum Technique".

At the same time, a low roar of an animal came from the depths of the secret realm, and a ferocious beast covered with black iron scales walked out slowly. The beast looked like a tiger, but had three heads, and golden light was spewing out of the mouth of each head. It was the ancient mythical beast "Three-headed Black Gold Tiger".

The three-headed black golden tiger's gaze fell on Su Gaowei. There was no hostility in its eyes, but rather a hint of closeness as if it recognized its master. It slowly walked to Su Gaowei and gently rubbed his arm with its head. A contract rune rose from the brows of both parties, and the soul binding was completed in an instant.

Uh!

Su Gaowei was a little confused.

Isn’t this a bit too hasty?

Different from the inheritance that Sukhowi received.

The spiritual light before Su Gaocheng resembled a giant azure dragon, hovering in mid-air. It gradually condensed into a long azure sword, its blade shimmering with the spiritual energy of wood and water, like a spirit dancing on its blade. The words "Qinglin" were engraved on the scabbard, like a mysterious rune, emanating an ancient and mysterious aura.

The moment he grasped the hilt of the sword, a warm spiritual energy flowed into his body along his arm like a clear spring.

The cultivation methods and sword moves of "Qinglin Sword Art" flashed like lightning in his sea of ​​consciousness, and were deeply imprinted in his mind.

While Su Gaocheng was still in shock, ripples appeared in the spiritual spring on the west side of the secret realm, and a snow-white spiritual crane broke out of the water.

It looked like a fairy descending to earth, its wings spread wide, glittering water droplets clinging to its wingtips like sparkling pearls. In its beak was a green lotus seed, emitting a faint fragrance. It was none other than the ancient magical bird, the "Ice Soul Spirit Crane."

The Bingpo Spirit Crane flew lightly in front of Su Gaocheng and carefully handed the lotus seeds to him.

Su Gaocheng was still immersed in the inheritance of martial arts, and the lotus seeds had already entered his body.

In an instant, it was as if a mysterious contract was quietly concluded between them, and the breath of the spiritual crane and Su Gaocheng's spiritual power blended together perfectly like water and milk.

Not to mention the parties involved, Su Gaocheng and Su Gaowei, even the bystander Su Mingxian was dumbfounded - isn't this a bit too hasty?

However, the brothers were not only able to obtain the inheritance, but also contracted with the divine beast. Su Mingxian was still very happy for his brothers.

Just when Su Mingxian was happy, the spiritual power in his body that was in the late stage of tribulation suddenly trembled, as if it was stimulated by something.

Suddenly, ripples like water appeared in the void around him. The spiritual energy that was originally diffused in the secret realm seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, and it spun rapidly around his body, gradually condensing into a spiritual energy vortex with a diameter of more than ten feet.

In the center of the vortex, the spiritual veins under the white crystal ground seemed to be awakened, and a golden spiritual flow visible to the naked eye broke out of the ground, wrapped around his wrist like a spirit snake, and rushed straight to his dantian along the meridians.

"Is this... a call of inheritance?"

Pu Yiqi widened his eyes in surprise, and the purple arcs of electricity around him suddenly surged. The throbbing of his thunder spirit root made him clearly feel that the Dao rhyme around Su Mingxian was rising at a terrifying speed.

The breeze that Rong Zhimo had gathered suddenly dissipated as he raised his hand. He looked at the colorful rays of light gradually appearing above Su Mingxian's head, and said with a hint of excitement, "This is not an ordinary inheritance, it is the inheritance of the Dao Fruit of an ancient power!"

Before he finished speaking, the spiritual vein that spanned the sky in the center of the secret realm suddenly trembled violently, and countless spiritual light bands gathered towards Su Mingxian like torn silk.

The white spirit crystal under his feet began to shatter into pieces, and the spiritual energy that gushed out from the broken pieces turned into transparent spirit butterflies, circling and landing on his shoulders, eyebrows, and fingertips.

Su Mingxian only felt that his sea of ​​consciousness suddenly became clear. The path that had been stagnant due to being stuck in the late stage of tribulation was now like a river that had been opened up. Countless mysterious runes rose from the depths of his spiritual veins and intertwined in his sea of ​​consciousness to form an incomplete ancient scripture - "The Art of Chaos".

"So that's how it is..." Su Mingxian closed his eyes, and his consciousness extended along the spiritual vein to the depths of the secret realm.

There, he "saw" a phantom that was a thousand feet tall. The phantom was wearing a black Taoist robe and was surrounded by the sun, moon and stars. It was the ancient mighty being who created this small world.

The phantom seemed to sense his arrival and slowly raised its hand. A lotus seed containing the aura of chaos flew out from the phantom's palm, passed through the void and landed in Su Mingxian's dantian.

The moment the lotus seed entered his body, the spiritual power in Su Mingxian's dantian suddenly boiled over. His originally stable late stage of tribulation began to loosen, and an opportunity for a breakthrough erupted like a volcano.

But at this moment, the colorful rays of light above the secret realm suddenly turned dark, and countless black clouds of disaster gathered without any warning.

Pu Yiqi's face suddenly changed, and he suddenly summoned a thunder-attributed magic weapon: "It's the inheritance of heavenly tribulation! The ancient inheritance needs to pass the heavenly tribulation for certification. If you are not careful, your soul will be shattered!"

Rong Zhimo also reacted instantly. The wind elements around him condensed into a huge wind shield, blocking Su Mingxian. His voice was clear and bright: "Protector!"

The twenty-nine people instantly formed a protective formation, and the lights of various magic weapons intertwined into a colorful light curtain, protecting Su Mingxian in the center.

At this time, Su Mingxian was completely immersed in the inheritance.

The Chaos Lotus Seed continued to rotate in his Dantian, completing the incomplete parts of the Chaos Dao Jue one by one.

In his sea of ​​consciousness, the phantom began to speak slowly, telling the laws of the initial chaos, the mysteries of the operation of spiritual veins, and the true meaning of breaking the void and ascending.

Every word exploded like thunder in his sea of ​​consciousness, deepening his understanding of "Tao".

So, my little sister and her senior brother Yu Shuheng are also planning to leave Qingyuan Star? Now, he can finally walk side by side with my little sister and the others to experience the unique scenery of the void!

This thought flashed through Su Mingxian's mind like lightning, and his horizons were instantly opened, and his state of mind broke through again.

But, this thunder tribulation?

Will there be thunder tribulations in the secret realm?

Or is this just a test for the entire team?

Su Mingxian felt the power of the "thunder tribulation" after his companions intervened, and it seemed that it did not increase!

Su Mingxian's lips curled slightly.

He looked at it as if he had forgotten to interfere with other people's thunder tribulations. The thunder tribulations would be superimposed, and the interveners would be included in the rules of the thunder tribulations. He understood in his heart that this was itself a test for everyone in the secret realm.

As expected, if we advance and retreat together and work together, we will be able to overcome any difficulties!

After figuring everything out, Su Mingxian came to a clear understanding and began to "overcome the tribulation" with peace of mind.

"Boom!" The first heavenly tribulation fell, and the dark thunder tore through the sky like a giant dragon, slamming heavily into the colorful light curtain.

The light curtain trembled violently, and countless cracks spread instantly. The compass in Le Zhengxibei's hand spun frantically, and he roared and spit out a golden light pattern: "Quickly reinforce the formation! This heavenly tribulation contains the law of destruction, and the light curtain will not hold out for much longer!"

Su Gaowei held the black iron war hammer and injected the spiritual power of the "Earth-Splitting War Drum Art" into the formation: "Brother Xian is at a critical moment, we must not let him be distracted!"

Su Mingxian was completely unaware of this, as his body was being transformed by the Chaos Lotus Seeds.

The meridians under the skin gradually became transparent, and the flowing spiritual power began to be mixed with a hint of chaotic aura.

In his sea of ​​consciousness, the shadow's explanation was nearing its end. As the last rune merged into the Chaos Dao Jue, he suddenly opened his eyes, a chaotic light flashing in them. The spiritual energy within his dantian suddenly compressed, and the bottleneck of his breakthrough shattered with a bang—the early stage of Mahayana!

"The second heavenly tribulation is coming!" Yan Chenglin's voice was filled with panic. The "Nine-Turn Soul Refining Record" in his hand opened automatically, and countless soul patterns flew out, strengthening everyone's sea of ​​consciousness.

This time, a purple calamity descended from the sky. Countless resentful spirits could be vaguely heard roaring in the calamity. It was a soul-destroying calamity targeting the cultivators' souls.

The Qinglin Sword in Su Gaocheng's hand hummed, and the wood and water spiritual energy intertwined to form a protective shield, blocking the vengeful spirits outside the formation. "Hold on! Senior Su has just broken through, and his soul is not stable yet!"

But just as the purple heavenly tribulation was about to hit the light curtain, Su Mingxian suddenly raised his hand.

The chaotic aura around him suddenly surged, and a black light shield flew out from his palm, directly enveloping the purple heavenly tribulation.

The heavenly tribulation struggled violently in the light shield, but was swallowed up bit by bit by the chaotic aura, and finally turned into a wisp of pure spiritual power and merged into his dantian.

Everyone was stunned. Pu Yiqi murmured, "This... is this the Devouring Heavenly Tribulation? Only a powerful being who has mastered the principles of chaos can do this!"

The shadow seemed extremely satisfied with Su Mingxian's performance and slowly dissipated in the spiritual vein.

As the shadow dissipated, the third and final heavenly tribulation suddenly took shape.

This heavenly calamity is no longer of a single color, but is composed of nine colors: gold, wood, water, fire, earth, wind, thunder, light, and darkness. It is like a nine-colored dragon across the sky, exuding a breath of destruction.

Rong Zhimo's face turned pale. "It's the Nine-Nine Return to Oneness Tribulation! Legend has it that this is the kind of heavenly tribulation that can only be triggered by a heaven-defying inheritance!"

Su Mingxian didn't care. He slowly stood up, and the chaotic aura around him condensed into a black Taoist robe.

As he raised his hand, the spiritual power of "Chaos Evolution Art" condensed into a huge Tai Chi diagram in front of him. As the Tai Chi diagram rotated, it actually drew the power of the Nine-Colored Heavenly Tribulation towards himself bit by bit.

"Brother Xian, are you going to sacrifice yourself to survive the heavenly tribulation?"

Su Gaowei exclaimed, wanting to rush over to help, but was stopped by Le Zhengxibe: "Don't go! This is his path, and if we interfere, it will only harm him!"

The nine-colored heavenly tribulation hit Su Mingxian hard, but he did not feel any pain. Instead, he closed his eyes and felt the nine principles contained in the heavenly tribulation.

The Chaos Lotus Seed spun wildly in the Dantian, absorbing and fusing the nine Dao principles one by one.

His realm began to improve at a speed visible to the naked eye, from the early Mahayana stage, to the middle Mahayana stage, to the late Mahayana stage... until he reached the bottleneck of the peak of Mahayana, and then slowly stopped.

When the last bit of the power of the heavenly tribulation was absorbed, Su Mingxian slowly opened his eyes. The chaotic aura around him gradually subsided, replaced by an aura of returning to nature.

The spiritual veins in the secret realm no longer trembled, but became more docile. Countless spiritual light bands slowly rotated around his body, as if paying homage to the king.

Everyone put away their magic weapons and looked at Su Mingxian with awe in their eyes - at this moment, he already possessed the rudiments of an ancient powerful being.

When Su Mingxian raised his hand, a chaos-colored token appeared in his palm, with the words "Yan Dao" engraved on it.