Chapter 918: The Heart of a Brave

At the moment Yi Feng leaped into the lava, a spectral figure appeared above the molten surface.

"How foolish the world is. Such a simple inheritance, yet no one has attained it till now," the spirit mused.

"The path of bravery, simple yet profoundly challenging!"

"This lad is the first since the inheritance began to jump down so decisively."

"To face death and then find life, that is the core of bravery."

"But this is not enough. Only by passing the final trials can one truly be called a warrior!"

With that, the spirit dissipated.

Just as Yi Feng thought he was about to transcend, an overwhelming sensation of upheaval engulfed him.

In the next moment, the scene before him changed, transporting him to a completely new world.

He found himself in a magnificent, golden hall.

"What the hell?"

"Weren't I supposed to be burned by lava or eaten by monsters?"

Yi Feng cursed, his face dark with frustration.

He had not expected to survive, let alone be transported to a new place.

"Did I accidentally advance to the next level?" he muttered in dismay.

Turning his head, he noticed a stone stele beside him, clearly indicating that he had just passed a trial.

The confirmation hit him hard.

His pessimistic prediction had come true.

He hadn't anticipated the trials to be so unpredictably designed.

No wonder previous cultivators failed; they probably tried to break the cycle on the narrow bridge, never considering leaping into the lava below.

Yi Feng sat in the hall for a long time, digesting this unexpected outcome, before standing up, ready to persevere.

He surveyed the hall and noticed four straight passages in each cardinal direction, each marked by an ancient stele.

Yi Feng approached each passage to inspect them.

The eastern passage was labeled "Wealth." According to the stele, entering it would grant one immense riches.

Yi Feng's eyes nearly glowed with greed at the thought of glittering spirit stones beckoning him.

"No, I have principles," he reminded himself, pinching his arm before moving to the southern passage.

The southern passage was named "Cultivation." The stele claimed that at its end lay a Heaven-defying Pill, which could elevate one's cultivation by three major realms instantly.

Yi Feng didn't even glance at it.

"I'm almost immortal; why would I need three more realms?" he scoffed.

Next, he approached the western passage, labeled "Beauty."

Entering it would grant one the Heavenly Charm Body, maximizing allure and attracting countless beautiful female cultivators.

"This isn't bad. Even as an immortal, this physique wouldn't be useless," Yi Feng mused, touching his nose.

"But let's check the last door first," he decided, heading to the northern passage.

The northern passage was named "Departure."

As the name suggested, choosing this path meant leaving with nothing.

After understanding the four passages, Yi Feng stood still, deep in thought.

He knew he had reached another critical juncture.

Choosing correctly would lead to transcendence; choosing wrongly would be disastrous.

The four passages were broadly divided into two categories.

The eastern, southern, and western passages represented human desires: wealth, power, and beauty.

The northern "Departure" passage stood alone.

Yi Feng stroked his chin, his inner Sherlock Holmes coming to life.

It was obvious that the passages for wealth, power, and beauty were likely traps, so a rational person wouldn't foolishly choose them.

Conversely, the "Departure" passage, which required renouncing these temptations, seemed like the path to the next trial.

Thus, a rational person would choose "Departure."

But Yi Feng, having experienced the bridge trial, knew the designer's unconventional thinking.

What seemed like the right path was often a dead end, and what appeared wrong might be the true way.

Therefore, choosing "Departure" would likely lead to failure, while the other three might hold the true inheritance.

But wasn't this exactly what Yi Feng wanted?

Feeling clever, Yi Feng's eyes gleamed as he looked at the "Departure" passage.

This was his path to death—and to immortality.

He resolutely stepped into it, eagerly anticipating his demise.

But in the next moment, he passed the trial.

The stele beside him indicated he had overcome the trial of desire.

"Damn it!" Yi Feng lamented, feeling like crying.

He thought the trial designer was on the second level, and he was on the third.

But the designer was actually on the fourth, outsmarting him once again.

He could almost hear the designer mocking him: "The trial of desire is that simple. Just reject desire, and you pass. It's all a game."

"Sigh, outsmarted by my own cleverness," Yi Feng groaned in frustration.

What kind of luck was this?

Out of four paths, he had chosen the right one by chance—a 25% probability. Unbelievable.

"Yi Feng, since childhood, you've been the successor of the Flower Garden, an outstanding Young Pioneer. 'Never give up' has always been your motto. Don't abandon it because of a minor setback," he encouraged himself.

Taking a deep breath, he suppressed his frustration and surveyed his new surroundings.

He found himself in a misty, ethereal place resembling a fairyland.

Ahead lay a celestial river, calm yet exuding an aura of hidden danger. Wrapped in mist, it resembled a vast hot spring emitting faint steam.

Before Yi Feng stretched sixteen bridges.

As before, each bridge had a stele describing its destination.

Yi Feng stood at the bridgehead, his expression grave.

He had already passed two trials.

If he made a mistake this time, he would truly become the first inheritor of the Death Inheritance.

As Yi Feng stood there, the spectral figure reappeared above, looking down at him.

"With a heart of bravery and the will to reject wealth, beauty, and power, you've come this far. Truly a remarkable talent."

"But this trial won't be as easy as the previous ones," the spirit remarked with interest.

In truth, he didn't hold much hope for Yi Feng.

The rules of this trial were exceedingly difficult.

Over the years, countless experts, including geniuses and powerful figures, had attempted the Death Inheritance.

Many had reached this stage, but all had failed here.

The spirit watched Yi Feng, curious to see if he would break the pattern.