On the island, everyone is fishing, and I am the only one who has obtained the epic talent

The Blood Beast Ancestor's memory is not complete. After all, he was at most a first-level demigod before. Information and secrets of this level are strange the more you hear about them, and they all rely on his mouth to speak.

Otherwise, when he first arrived at the Pseudo-God Palace, it wouldn't have taken him so long to recognize it.

"That old monster Ku Rong... is there something strange?"

Mu Yu stared at the fearful look of the Blood Beast Ancestor, glanced at the silent weapon spirit, and asked in a low voice with confusion.

"It's more than a little perverted..."

Not long after he finished saying this, the Blood Beast Ancestor patted his shoulders in relief, and retreated with Yang Yongxin and others, then smiled awkwardly:

"We think we're okay, but I'm not sure about you, kid. Hope for the best."

"That's what it is, actually. That old monster Ku Rong has no other hobbies except to test his successors or disciples with abnormal difficulty. It is said that all nine of his disciples died."

"Hehe, I finally understand why the spirit of the weapon always emphasizes that only one out of ten survives. Because... a genius like you just happens to be the last one."

Realizing that something was wrong, Bu Linglong quickly threw a golden bag to Mu Yu and warned him:

"Hurry! There are some secrets in there that my grandfather knew!"

"No, it happened..."

The situation was urgent. Before Yang Yongxin could utter any doubtful words, the weapon spirit and the old monster Ku Rong rushed towards Mu Yu quickly.

He was distracted for a moment, and the world was spinning. Before Mu Yu could resist, he and the shadow of the old monster Ku Rong entered the unique space released by the spirit of the weapon.

Bu Linglong and the others were stunned and looked at each other:

"Was he taken away to be passed down?"

"Rather than saying it's a legacy, it's more like an assessment..."

The Blood Beast Ancestor looked more relaxed than ever before, with an indifferent look on his face, and said confidently:

"In my opinion, Mu Yu is probably the only one present who can withstand the torture of the old monster Ku Rong. Rather than saying that it was the choice between the spirit of the weapon and him, it would be more accurate to say that it was the choice of the Pseudo-God Heavenly Palace."

The Blood Beast Ancestor did not say the second half of the sentence for fear of violating taboos. After all, the old weirdo had been dead for so long. Even if he became stronger, how could he control so many events?

The scene fell into silence. Ji Ruxue and others stomped their feet on the spot, gritting their teeth in hatred.

All the routes and props that had been planned in detail were interrupted by the abnormal pseudo-god Tiangong and Mu Yu; this time, not only was the trip worthwhile, but he even lost his entire fortune.

It was visible to the naked eye that their eyes were filled with resentment as they looked at the fortune-teller's lineage. If they were not obviously no match for them in terms of fighting power, they would have fought each other long ago and were determined to take back everything they had lost.

……

The weapon spirit formation is in the side hall.

As Bu Linglong and the others had expected, the magic circle led to a side hall that had never been frequently visited by people. There were no Buddha statues, magnificent buildings or furnishings, but... just that phantom facing them.

The old monster Ku Rong had white hair and beard, and his serious face showed no emotion. He pointed casually and slowly recounted his experience:

“I am quite talented and have stood out among the many survivors. Unfortunately, I have been unruly throughout my life and have offended many powerful people.

He ultimately died at the hands of a ninth-order demigod under the Beast King's command."

After briefly summarizing his life experiences, the old monster Ku Rong spoke seriously and solemnly:

"The world after death is unknown to the world, but the struggle and despair before my death are engraved in my heart no matter what, and I will never be able to swallow this breath."

"Over the years, countless geniuses have entered this place, and you are the one with the greatest hope. Help me get rid of that old bastard Zi Tan Liu, and I will hand over all my inheritance and accumulation to you."

Contrary to the speculation of the Blood Beast Ancestor and others, after Mu Yu entered, the Lord of the Pseudo-God Heavenly Palace was unusually calm, and even his murderous intent was not detected.

"I understand what you mean, senior. However, your sincere advice to me is that I am currently at the first level of epic, but I am powerless to reach the ninth level of demigod."

Mu Yu didn't evade the question, but instead analyzed it seriously:

"When Senior fell decades ago, that guy was already a ninth-level demigod. He's probably even more perverted now. Are you sure I can do it?"

These remarks are not bragging. The existence of demigods is not far from the battles between gods in the starry sky battlefield.

If Mu Yu were to speak so arrogantly and not even take beings of that level seriously, then he would be truly unable to understand his own strength and would be courting death.

"I have a very accurate eye for people. It's true that the nine disciples before me died, but I definitely wouldn't be wrong about you either."

"Promise me revenge, and everything here will be yours. These resources and items will be enough for you to use until you reach the Holy Emperor's continent."

The old monster Ku Rong didn't care that Mu Yu was backing out. He just leaned forward and patted Mu Yu on the shoulder.

"I promise."

Mu Yu sighed softly, looked at the shadow that appeared at the right time, thought of the previous agreement with the fortune teller, and nodded helplessly.

Yes, if there is no one to protect even the demigod level, how can one reach the top? Moreover, with the strength of a second-level demigod spirit, this perfect appearance is a warning using both soft and hard tactics.

"So good."

Nodding with satisfaction, the old monster Ku Rong stroked his withered beard and smiled:

"Don't act like you've been wronged. I heard everything you said to that kid outside the door just now."

"Do you really think I'm just an ordinary sixth-level demigod?

With this strength, could he last so long in the hands of a ninth-order expert, and be chased and coveted by him for thousands of miles?

I am an eighth-rank, a true eighth-rank!"

Old Monster Ku Rong casually pointed his finger, and the treasure bag Mu Yu had just received from Bu Linglong floated out. Without saying anything, the old monster placed a chessboard in front of him:

"I wouldn't brag if it were more. This is a fourth-level demigod chessboard. Giving it to the owner of the treasure bag will help him comprehend and continue to advance."

Mu Yu was shocked and deeply astonished by the power of the old monster Ku Rong. It was really too abnormal that just a wisp of residual soul could do such an incredible thing.

Moreover, even though he didn't say anything, this guy could understand what he was thinking. He listened carefully and looked in all directions... He was indeed a powerful demigod.

Mu Yu was still shocked, but when he looked up at the old monster Ku Rong above him, he could see that his tone was already indescribably tired:

"As for the inheritance and specific events of your past, I don't have much strength left. From now on, I will let the Heavenly Palace Spirit instruct you.

Finally, I would like to remind you of two points:

First, the reason I was being hunted was because of the Pseudo-God Heavenly Palace. Although this Heavenly Palace Spirit is only a second-level item, it is actually an extremely rare tenth-level item, extremely valuable, and even the Beast King would covet it.

"Secondly, it's the abnormal ability of the Pseudo-God Heavenly Palace. Ascending to the Starry Heavenly Stage is closely related to becoming a demigod..."