My whole clan is a master, I have become invincible by investing in my clan members

At the same time, several Saint Kings were gathering in the distance, seemingly discussing something.

One of the tall old men said in a deep voice, "Everyone, this Wanquan City is definitely not an ordinary relic. We must prioritize and minimize internal friction."

"Otherwise, we won't get the inheritance, but other forces will reap the benefits."

Another middle-aged man snorted coldly, "Old Fang, you say that lightly. Who doesn't know the value of Wanquan City's inheritance? When the moment really comes, who can resist fighting for it?"

The old man shook his head. "No matter what, we must join forces. At least before we open the entrance, we must avoid internal strife."

"Hmph." The middle-aged man sneered and said nothing more.

At this moment, the shadow of Wanquan City in the sky suddenly trembled violently.

Golden beams of light shot up into the sky from all around the city!

"Look! The shadow is becoming more and more solid!"

"That's good! The entrance is about to open. No one can get there before me!"

"Get ready! Let's see who can take the lead!"

The crowd suddenly became agitated.

Jiang Beixuan stood in the corner, looking up, ready to take action at any time.

next moment.

As the shadow of Wanquan City became more solid, a low humming sound came from the depths of the void, like the whisper of an ancient god, shocking everyone's hearts and minds!

"Hurry! The entrance is about to open!" Someone shouted, and suddenly, countless monks rose into the air, like a flood bursting through a dam, rushing towards the direction of Wanquan City!

"Who dares to stop me? Get out of my way!"

"The inheritance is mine!"

For a moment, all kinds of roars and screams came one after another, and the lights of countless Taoist magics intertwined in the air, appearing extremely chaotic.

However, just as these monks were about to rush close to the phantom of Wanquan City, an invisible sense of oppression suddenly emerged in the void.

"boom--"

That is the pressure from the Saint King!

The terrifying momentum swept over like a huge wave, instantly covering the entire venue!

All the celestial beings, even the cultivators at the saint level, felt as if their bodies were being pressed down by an invisible mountain. They suddenly stopped in their tracks, not daring to take another step forward.

"It's those Saint Kings! They took action!" Someone in the crowd exclaimed, with fear in his eyes.

Jiang Beixuan retracted his action, hid in a corner, watched coldly, and waited for the changes.

At this time, high in the sky, five Saint Kings stepped forward together.

The terrifying aura oppressed the entire venue like a mountain.

The tall old man in the lead said coldly, "Humph! A bunch of ants, you dare to get your hands on the inheritance of the Sage of Literature?"

The middle-aged man on the side sneered and glanced around. "Get away! When we get the inheritance, maybe we can give you some leftovers."

Before he finished speaking, a saint with a strong character could not help but retort: ​​"Why? The inheritance of the Sage of Literature is something everyone is qualified to compete for!"

"Qualifications?" The middle-aged man glanced at him, then raised his hand. A monstrous bloody force suddenly emerged from the void, directly shocking the monk back and causing him to spit blood.

"You can't even take a casual move from me, and you dare to talk to me about qualifications? You really don't know what you're talking about, and it's ridiculous!" The middle-aged man sneered.

There was an uproar in the crowd, but no one dared to speak again.

At the same time, the other four Saint Kings were approaching the shadow of Wanquan City.

They moved calmly, obviously not taking the current situation seriously.

However, just as they were about to step into the city, something strange happened!

A transparent barrier suddenly emerged from the shadow of the city, wrapping the city tightly. Golden light flowed, emitting a strong sense of repulsion!

"what?"

The old man in the lead changed his expression, raised his hand and slapped the barrier.

"Oh!"

There was a huge commotion, but the barrier didn't move at all.

On the contrary, his palm power was absorbed and disappeared without a trace.

"What's going on?" The old man's face changed slightly and he took a step back.

Another Saint King tried to swing his sword, but the result was also unsuccessful. The sword energy was easily absorbed by the barrier, without even causing a ripple.

"There's something wrong with this barrier!" The middle-aged man frowned, his eyes showing a hint of vigilance.

The Saint Kings gathered around the barrier to examine it and discuss the matter.

A purple-robed Saint King seemed to have grasped something and said solemnly, "This barrier... seems to be similar to the barriers in our five realms. Its function isn't to kill, but to restrict."

After saying that, he pointed to the distance and said coldly: "Look over there."

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a monk at the Saint level cautiously approaching the barrier, and finally reaching out his hand with a tentative attitude.

When his palm touched the barrier, there was no repulsive or suppressive force.

On the contrary, he easily passed through the barrier and entered the shadow of Wanquan City!

"What?" There was a cry of surprise from the crowd.

The purple-robed Saint King shook his head and said with regret, "The answer is obvious. This barrier only allows cultivators below the Saint King level to enter..."

Several Saint Kings looked at each other with complicated expressions.

They originally thought that they could rely on their own cultivation to crush everything and seize the inheritance of the Sage of Literature.

However, he never expected that before he could take any action, he would be blocked by the damn barrier in front of him, restricting his qualifications.

"It seems that this inheritance is not something we can interfere with."

The Purple Robe Saint King sighed, then looked towards the group of cultivators below and said coldly, "Since that's the case, let you youngsters fight for it. However, I'm warning you, anyone who dares to take the inheritance and not hand it over will be treated rudely by us!"

These words were like a bucket of cold water, instantly quieting the originally restless crowd.

However, after a brief silence, a new wave of enthusiasm broke out among the monks.

So what if I can’t get the most important inheritance?

That is the inheritance left by the Great Sage. Even if it is just some scraps, it is enough for me to use.

"The opportunity has come! We have a chance!"

"Hurry! We must rush in before they can get in!"

Countless monks were excited again.

Their eyes were burning with mad greed as they rushed towards the barrier.

Jiang Beixuan hid in the crowd and rushed into the barrier with many cultivators.

His expression was calm, in stark contrast to the fanaticism in the eyes of the surrounding monks.

The moment he stepped over the barrier, he instantly felt a strange repulsive force.

But this force was weak and dissipated after just a slight hindrance.

Once you enter the shadow of Wanquan City, the surrounding scene suddenly changes.

A layer of gray mist covered the sky and the earth, faintly outlining the shapes of houses.

"Here... you can't fly!"

A cultivator tried to fly in the air, but just when his body was about ten feet off the ground, he was pressed down by an invisible force and staggered to the ground.

"Not only that, even my spiritual sense has been suppressed!" A cultivator in the Saint Realm said with a grim expression, "My spiritual sense can't even reach beyond five meters!"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's expression changed.

"What's going on here?" a white-haired cultivator asked solemnly, "Is this some kind of formation?"

"Don't make wild guesses," another cultivator snorted coldly, "How can we guess what the methods left behind by the Sage of Literature are? Behave yourself, and perhaps you can still save your life."

Jiang Beixuan stood in the corner, his eyes flashing.

He tried to activate his spiritual sense, but found that the rules in this space were extremely special, which indeed restricted the release of his spiritual sense.

"Interesting, it seems Zhuge Zi didn't want anyone to get their hands on the things he left behind..."

as time flows.

More and more monks entered the city.

Soon the number reached more than 500.

At this time, the weakest cultivator on the field was also at the Heavenly Man Realm.

Most of them came from the major holy places in the Central Region, or were powerful independent cultivators.

However, no matter where they came from, they were all extremely cautious at this time.

"It's too quiet here..." someone muttered.

"It's certainly strangely quiet," another person echoed. "How could a place arranged by a great literary sage be so simple?"

Everyone was on guard, looking around, and everyone had their own plans in mind.

At this moment, there was a slight fluctuation in the sky, as if some invisible force was stirring the space.

"There's something up there!" someone exclaimed, and everyone looked up immediately.

I saw a figure slowly emerging in the sky.

The man was tall and straight, wearing a simple gray robe.

He has sharp eyebrows, bright eyes, a light beard, and a deep gaze that seems to be able to see through everyone's heart.

His figure was half real and half illusory, as if it would disappear at any time, but the distant and vast aura made people feel his presence very clearly.

"This..." A cultivator's eyes widened, his gaze filled with shock. "Rhythm of literature and Taoism?!"

"Wait, could he be Zhuge Zi? Zhuge Zi is still alive?!"

"No! Something's wrong. This seems like a remnant soul, or perhaps it's the product of an obsession!"

The air became heavy.

Everyone held their breath, afraid of making any sound.

Jiang Beixuan looked up at the shadow, a hint of deep thought flashing in his eyes.

He could clearly feel that the aura coming from this figure was neither like a living being nor like a formation, but rather more like a concentration of will.

"Welcome here."

The gray-robed man spoke slowly, his voice deep and powerful, echoing between heaven and earth and reaching everyone's ears.

"Excuse me, senior, are you Senior Zhugezi?!" someone couldn't help but speak.

The gray-robed man glanced at him and said with emotion, "I never thought that in later generations, there would still be people who knew this name."

"Yes, I am Zhuge Zi."

As soon as the words fell, it was like a thunderclap, and everyone was instantly excited.

"It's really Zhugezi!"

"This was the most powerful being at the peak of the Great Sage three million years ago! Now, we can actually see it with our own eyes!"

"Horrible... so terrifying! Is his legacy really going to appear in the world?"

At this moment, many people's eyes were red with excitement.

After all, for them, three million years is undoubtedly an untouchable myth.

Being able to witness such a being appear in the world is undoubtedly extremely shocking.

Under everyone's gaze, Zhuge Zi slowly said, "Initially, I didn't want to leave a backup plan, but I carry too much responsibility, so I had to take action and leave some memories for future generations."

"This city is my hometown, and it is also the place of inheritance that I, Zhugezi, have devoted my entire life to building. It is only for those who are destined to be here."

"Now that you've been able to pass the barrier, it means you're destined to be together."

He glanced at the people below and continued, "But fate is only the beginning. If you want to truly obtain the inheritance, you still need to pass three trials."

"The rules of this place are set by me. Only those with a righteous heart can pass the first level."

"Haoran Zhengqi?" someone in the crowd whispered, "What does this mean?"

Zhuge Zi said calmly: "To inherit the legacy, one must cultivate oneself and rectify one's mind, only then can one bear the power of literature and Taoism."

"If one's intentions are not right and one's greed is insatiable, even if one overcomes numerous tests, one will only bring about one's own destruction..."

As soon as the words fell, a low murmur suddenly arose among the crowd.

"Righteousness? What a joke! We monks are fighting for resources, how can there be any righteousness?"

"Yes, in order to survive, all of us monks have our hands stained with blood. Talking about righteousness is simply a fantasy!"

"This test is too harsh!"

"Hmph! We cultivators cultivate the Dao, slay our enemies, and fight for resources. This is all part of our practice. Could it be that this inheritance was not intended to be passed down from the very beginning?"

"Perhaps Senior Zhugezi no longer truly wants to pass on his teachings and is just using us as a joke!"

Everyone murmured softly, their eyes filled with dissatisfaction.

They have lived for thousands or even tens of thousands of years, and have experienced countless life and death trials. Killing and decisiveness have long become instincts.

The so-called righteousness seems to have become an unattainable ideal in their eyes.

Just as everyone was arguing, a deep voice broke the noise.

"Everyone, please be patient."

A saint in a purple robe walked out slowly.

Although his aura was restrained, there was a sense of majesty in his every move.

He raised his hand slightly, and the surrounding discussions gradually dissipated.

"In my opinion, the righteousness that Senior Zhuge Zi mentioned is not righteousness in the conventional sense, but refers to the state of mind of a cultivator."

"As the saying goes, 'A gentleman is open and honest, while a villain is always worried.' Uprightness is the absence of guilt in one's heart and the persistence of one's own Taoism."

"No matter how much slaughter and fighting you've experienced, as long as you have a clear conscience and act with principles and bottom lines, that is righteousness!"

After these words were spoken, there was silence in the room.

Among the crowd, some monks seemed to be deep in thought, while others looked disdainful.

Jiang Beixuan stood behind the crowd, his eyes flashing slightly.

"It's actually him? When it comes to literary attainments, he truly understands the essence of it better than these idiots."

On the other side, a celestial cultivator couldn't help but ask, "Senior, are you saying that as long as we live up to our Daoist aspirations, even if we've killed countless people, it wouldn't be considered a violation of our righteous spirit?"

The purple-robed sage nodded slightly. "That's right. As the saying goes, 'cultivate yourself to correct yourself, and regulate your family to correct others.' No matter what you've experienced in the past, as long as you have a clear mind and act honestly, you will be considered upright."

After hearing this, the young monk's eyes showed a hint of enlightenment.

However, some people still refuse to accept.

"Hahaha, righteousness?" A casual cultivator laughed heartily, his tone tinged with mockery. "I've lived for so many years, what bullshit righteousness? I only know that the strong are respected, and whoever has the bigger fist has the final say!"

The purple-robed saint glanced at him coldly and said calmly, "If that's the case, then you are destined to have no chance of inheriting the legacy."

"Senior Zhugezi's teachings are meant for those with righteous thoughts. If you think you have the power of a fist, you can give it a try."

The casual cultivator felt an inexplicable chill in his heart when he was stared at by this gaze. He snorted coldly and retreated back into the crowd.