AWB Chapter 1216 Source Spirit Space
Chapter 1216 Source Spirit Space
Su Xiaoya slowly opened her eyes, still looking confused. The golden-green light that lingered deep in her eyes gradually faded, and she regained her usual clarity and liveliness.
She blinked blankly, then turned to look at Cang Xuan beside her, only to meet his wide eyes and incredulous expression.
Uh!
so awkward!
The two, one old and one young, stared at each other, their eyes meeting in bewilderment. The only sound in the entire ancient land of Origin Spirit was the rustling of the wind through the rock layers, creating an eerie silence.
"Elder Cang... Elder Cangxuan," Su Xiaoya broke the silence first, her voice tinged with uncertainty. She raised her hand to touch her brow, where it was smooth and flat, with only a faint warmth. "What... happened just now? Where... went the altar?"
Cang Xuan swallowed hard, and it took him a long time to find his voice. His tone was full of shock and excitement, and his voice was trembling slightly:
"It's back in place! Your bloodline has fully awakened! Little girl, you are the purest descendant of the Origin Spirit Clan in ten thousand years. Only you can make the Silent Altar recognize you as its master and return to the original mark between your eyebrows!"
He strode up to Su Xiaoya, his hand trembling as he reached out, his fingertips hovering an inch above her brow. He could clearly sense the rich and pure power of the source spirit, as well as the steady pulse lurking within the silent altar.
Ancient texts record that the primordial mark of the pure-blooded descendants of the Source Spirit Clan shines as brightly as the most dazzling star in the night sky, carrying endless mysteries and power.
Unfortunately, these ancient texts were scattered and fragmented. Some were completely destroyed, some were lost, and the few that remained were scattered and preserved by the descendants of the Source Spirit Clan...
Cang Xuan paused for a moment, then explained, "This is a precious gift bestowed upon future generations by our ancestors—the Inheritance Space, a key that can lead our clan to a glorious future."
However, to awaken this long-dormant treasure, one must undergo a breathtaking transformation—only when the pure blood flowing within is fully stimulated and completely awakened can the mysterious and ancient altar be touched, causing it to resonate and recognize its owner.
Then, this magical key will quietly blend into the center of your forehead, as if it were one with your body.
Only then will the true Origin Spirit Inheritance Space unveil its veil, hidden for ten thousand years, to the world…
However, it's not appropriate to tell Su Xiaoya any of this now. She's too young, and knowing too much would only become a burden.
Su Xiaoya stared wide-eyed at Cang Xuan, her face full of confusion, her mind a complete blank.
After blinking a few times, she finally couldn't help but ask, "Inheritance space? What exactly is that? Is it hidden here with me?"
As Su Xiaoya asked the question, she pointed to her forehead, genuinely confused.
Cang Xuan nodded slightly, indicating his affirmation, and replied, "That's right, exactly. This unique domain is like a secluded fairyland, open only to pure-blooded descendants of the Origin Spirit Clan. Any external interference or spying is futile, as it is protected by a powerful and indestructible barrier."
He paused for a moment, seemingly pondering how to help the innocent little girl in front of him better understand the deeper meaning.
After organizing his thoughts, Cang Xuan continued, "You might try to calm your mind, clear your mind of distractions, concentrate your spirit, and use the pure spiritual power from the depths of your heart to touch the mysterious mark located between your eyebrows. At the same time, silently recite your desire to step into this mysterious world, and you may be able to feel the faint fluctuations and potential energy it emits."
Su Xiaoya nodded and did as instructed.
She closed her eyes tightly, eliminating all distractions, and focused all her attention on her inner self. She did her best to guide and stimulate the source spirit power hidden deep within her body, and carefully allowed this power to gradually gather together. Then, she slowly and gently explored the mysterious and crucial source mark located in the center of her forehead.
At first, the operation seemed a bit unfamiliar and clumsy, but as time went by and her proficiency improved, she gradually mastered the essentials.
Just then, something unexpected happened—the instant her primal power finally made contact with the deeply hidden mark, she suddenly felt an unusually powerful attraction erupting from between her eyebrows!
This immense pulling force was as unstoppable as a surging torrent, causing the light in the surrounding environment to change drastically.
In the blink of an eye, the once dark, damp, and mysterious Ancient Land of Source Spirits vanished without a trace, like a phantom.
At the same time, a brand new world appeared before her:
This place is vast and boundless, seemingly without end; the air is filled with an extremely rich spiritual energy, making people feel refreshed and relaxed.
At this moment, Su Xiaoya's consciousness was completely immersed in this wondrous secret realm.
She looked down and could clearly see her own ethereal, ghost-like spirit floating in the air.
It was surrounded by a thin layer of light green mist, giving it a dreamlike and ethereal feel.
Beneath her feet lay a patch of crystal-clear, smooth, and jade-like pale green earth.
Upon closer inspection, one can discover that beneath this land, there are veins shimmering with multicolored light that flow slowly. Like the blood vessels of the earth, they continuously emanate pure and profound primordial spiritual power.
Looking up, she was instantly stunned by the scene before her.
The sky above the Heritage Space is like a magnificent painting, not the usual azure or gray, but a flowing curtain of light interwoven with gold and green, as smooth as silk and shimmering.
Above the light screen, countless ancient Origin Spirit scripts twinkled like stars, shimmering with mysterious light. Sometimes they condensed into ancient and solemn totems, and sometimes they transformed into lively and playful spirit sprouts. As they flowed, they exuded a sacred and ancient aura. They were the remnants of the will of the Origin Spirit ancestors, solemn yet gentle, like a spring breeze.
Beneath the sky were rolling spiritual mountain ranges, covered with exotic flowers and herbs that Su Xiaoya had never seen before. Crystalline spiritual dew condensed on the emerald leaves, like sparkling gems. When it dripped, it would turn into tiny spiritual light, like stars merging into the air.
Various colorful spiritual flowers competed for beauty, blooming with enchanting brilliance. As the petals unfurled, they released a refreshing fragrance that soothed the soul like a clear spring, refining the essence within. Taking a breath, one felt clear-headed, as if in a fairyland, and the source spiritual power within the body became increasingly pure, like pure crystal.
Amidst the mountains, a babbling brook flows, its water crystal clear, like a mirror. The bottom of the stream is covered with fragments of various colored primordial crystals, as colorful and radiant as a rainbow.
The stream meanders along the mountainside, converging into a clear lake. In the center of the lake is a floating stone platform, which resembles the Jitan outside, only smaller and more exquisite, like a fine work of art.
On the stone platform stands a verdant spirit wood totem pole, its body covered with intricate spirit script, like an ancient code waiting to be deciphered. At its top rests a crystal-clear spirit crystal, radiating a soft light that illuminates the entire space, like a dazzling pearl exuding captivating charm.
Scattered around the lake are several ancient palaces, all built of ancient spirit wood with a warm, dark green hue. The roofs are inlaid with primordial crystals, and the eaves are carved with the spirit sprout totems of the spirit race. The palace doors are tightly closed, and ancient characters are engraved on the lintels, radiating different levels of pressure, clearly indicating that they are places where different inheritances are stored.
At the end of the space was a high platform shrouded in clouds and mist, hidden in the glow of the sky. Dozens of tall statues could be vaguely seen standing on the platform. The statues were all people of the Yuanling race dressed in ancient sacrificial robes, with solemn expressions and powerful auras. They were probably the ancestors of the Yuanling race.
In front of the platform, there was an invisible barrier emanating a chilling pressure that was clearly beyond Su Xiaoya's current reach.
Su Xiaoya's spirit body slowly landed, her toes touching the moist spiritual soil. A gentle power flowed into her body from her toes, nourishing her soul and essence.
She walked slowly forward, and the exotic flowers and plants along the way seemed to sense her presence, stretching out their branches and leaves, and the rhythm of the dripping dew became lighter, as if welcoming her arrival.
She walked to the Spirit Stream, bent down and scooped up a handful of water. The water melted in her mouth, turning into a pure source of power that flowed through her soul, improving her control over her own source power.
"Is this... the Source Spirit Inheritance Space?" Su Xiaoya murmured to herself, her eyes filled with amazement. "It's so magnificent."
Just then, a gentle and ancient voice, like the grandest of ancient bells, resounded in the space. This voice did not enter through her ears, but rather, like a sudden awakening, directly penetrated her soul, carrying the love and majesty of her ancestors:
"I am the first High Priest of the Source Spirit Clan. The inheritance space has been opened, and only pure-blooded descendants can enter. Bearing the responsibility of reviving the clan, one must pass through the nine trials of inheritance and gather the original spiritual essence before one can inherit the legacy of the ancestors and wield the supreme authority of the Source Spirit Clan."
Su Xiaoya was startled and quickly composed herself, replying respectfully, "Junior Su Xiaoya will certainly live up to the expectations of our ancestors."
"The inheritance involves nine stages, each building upon the last, and must be done step by step, without being impatient for quick success."
The ancient voice continued, "Each level has its own opening conditions. You may need to hone your strength through countless trials, collect the Origin Crystals, or comprehend the Great Dao of Origin Spirit. Only by meeting these conditions can you open the palace gates and obtain the inheritance."
"Now I will impart to you the method to open the nine gates." Before the words were finished, countless streams of light flew out from the inscriptions in the sky like shooting stars, and poured into Su Xiaoya's soul like rivers flowing into the sea, transforming into clear information and deeply imprinting it in her mind.
Su Xiaoya focused intently on the examination, and suddenly her mind cleared. The nine palaces in this inheritance space were like nine dazzling pearls, corresponding to the nine levels of inheritance. The conditions for opening each level were different, and the inheritances were also unique, all being the most core treasures and secret techniques of the Yuanling Clan.