The token left Li Lingrui’s fingers.
A faint glow rippled across its surface.
Moments later, ten thousand spirit stones clattered onto the inheritance counter like silver rain.
The old keeper of the pavilion finally opened his eyes.
Two pale lights reflected in his pupils as he examined the young man before him.
Handsome face.
Decent demonic roots.
…though he looked a little drained.
“Senior,” Li Lingrui said, cupping his hands. “Disciple Li Lingrui. Bloodline of the Limitless Heavenly Demon. I request one hundred Inheritance Marks for the Dao Initiation pool.”
The old man raised an eyebrow.
“Interesting choice. Ten thousand spirit stones could buy you a perfectly respectable demonic cultivation manual.”
“I’m certain.”
No hesitation.
A vortex opened in the stone wall behind the counter.
Li Lingrui stepped closer to inspect it.
Behind him, the old man’s voice rang like a primordial bell.
“Disciple of the Limitless Heavenly Demon… try visiting brothels a little less.”
Before Li Lingrui could react—
THUD.
The old man kicked him straight into the vortex.
Sand filled Li Lingrui’s mouth.
He coughed and scrambled to his feet, rubbing the burning pain in his backside.
Around him stretched the Purple Palace Secret Realm.
Violet mist rolled like a sea.
Cold light shimmered along stone walls carved with ancient runes.
Formation patterns drifted through the air like constellations.
From the sky, silver fragments began to fall.
Inheritance Marks.
They drifted down like snowflakes.
Each one pulsed with faint light.
When touched, they burst open with echoes of past cultivators.
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Ghostly flames.
Sword cries.
Demonic chants.
Li Lingrui poked one.
A stream of memories flooded his mind.
Ghostfire Art.
Yin Wind Spell.
Soul Seizing Technique.
Spirit Summoning Method.
Lines of text flashed past his consciousness.
Ghostfire Lantern.
Bone-Piercing Wind.
Blood Tracking.
Wraith Fog.
Li Lingrui stared blankly.
“…are these the clearance-sale starter pack?”
A dark line appeared across his forehead.
And whoever that cultivator was…
Why did the inheritance mark record him using the toilet?
Couldn’t he at least wait?
Li Lingrui clasped his hands together.
“Luck… come to me!”
Ten marks flew into his body.
Nothing.
“Luck!”
Ten more.
Still nothing.
Again.
And again.
After a full incense stick’s worth of attempts, Li Lingrui collapsed onto the sand like a corpse.
Only ten draws left.
Not a single worthwhile technique.
He sighed.
“So unlucky… even reincarnation couldn’t fix it.”
After resting for a moment, he suddenly stood up and bowed toward the sky.
Three times.
“Great RNG gods… system spirits… whoever’s in charge of probability today… please show mercy.”
He inhaled deeply.
Face solemn.
“Destiny may deny me…”
“But I refuse to deny myself.”
“Give me a golden legend!”
Ten inheritance marks rushed into him at once.
One.
Two.
Three.
Nothing.
Four.
Five.
Still nothing.
Eight—
The vision changed.
The sand vanished.
The sky turned crimson.
Mountains of corpses.
A sea of blood.
A black-clad youth walked across the waves of gore.
Above him hung a slit in the heavens.
The gate of the underworld had opened.
Ghosts poured out like a storm.
Wraiths.
Demons.
Endless damned souls.
All dancing beneath the sky.
At the center stood the youth, pulling iron chains from a massive sign.
The characters burned with hellish fire.
Ten Thousand Ghost Infernal Domain.
The inheritance mark trembled violently.
The vision began to collapse.
Li Lingrui leaned forward, heart pounding.
The black-clad youth was bleeding.
Bleeding.
Who could wound someone like that?
Before the answer appeared—
A blazing light tore open the sky.
A three-legged golden crow descended.
Its body carried the sun.
Three blazing suns ignited the heavens.
Mountains melted.
Blood oceans evaporated.
The world burned.
Then—
Everything shattered.
The inheritance mark dissolved.
Li Lingrui opened his eyes, pale.
But a grin slowly spread across his face.
Success.
Supreme Demonic Art acquired:
Ten Thousand Ghost Infernal Domain (1/1)
Note: Only great demonic tyrants may wield this technique.
Once activated, the gates of the Nine Hells open and ghosts flood the mortal world.
They will feast for one incense stick of time.
If all nearby flesh is devoured…
their next target will be you.
Pray your enemies survive long enough.
Great Divine Ability acquired:
Golden Crow Heaven-Burning Method (1/1)
Ancient demon technique imitating the divine sun crow.
The stronger the cultivator’s spiritual power, the more suns may rise.
Legend speaks of masters who summoned nine suns at once.
Li Lingrui sighed.
“Two top-tier techniques… both one-use only.”
A pity.
But even so—
His eyes slowly brightened.
When the black-clad youth cast Ten Thousand Ghost Infernal Domain, every movement of spiritual energy…
every shift of breath…
every change in rhythm…
had burned itself into Li Lingrui’s memory.
If he could cast the ultimate version once—
Just once—
There was a chance.
A chance he could reconstruct the technique.
Then it would truly become his.
Before he could think further, the secret realm trembled.
The Purple Palace rejected him.
A powerful force surged outward—
And the world vanished.
