Chapter Two: The Legacy of the Invincible One of the Era

Wang Fan stood ready, his gaze unwavering and resolute. He would never back down or retreat in the face of an opportunity granted by the heavens; he would seize this chance to become stronger with all his might.

Who hasn't dreamed of rising above others? Now, with such an opportunity laid out before him, Wang Fan would never let it slip by.

If one does not take what is bestowed by the heavens, blame will surely follow. The chance was before his eyes, and Wang Fan would rather die than miss it.

“The first question: What form did Li Qiye, the Eternal First Emperor, once take in the Immortal Demon Cave?”

“A. Dark Crow, B. Golden Crow, C. Moon Rabbit, D. Kunpeng, E. Azure Luan.”

An ethereal voice delivered the first question into Wang Fan’s ear. The question stunned him—not because it was difficult, but because it was absurdly simple.

Li Qiye, the Eternal First Emperor. Perhaps this name and title were utterly unfamiliar to the people of this world’s Earth, but to Wang Fan, it was intimately known.

Li Qiye was the protagonist of "Emperor’s Domination." Wang Fan knew perfectly well what form he had taken in the Immortal Demon Cave.

“A. Dark Crow,” Wang Fan answered without hesitation. As he spoke, he pondered inwardly—could it be that Li Qiye truly existed in ancient times on this Earth?

The question had barely formed in his mind when the ethereal voice spoke again.

“First question correct. Proceed to the second question.”

“The Innate Supreme, the Desolate Heaven Emperor, waged countless wars before becoming the Supreme Immortal Emperor. How many times was his Supreme Bone seized during his lifetime?”

“Twice!” Wang Fan replied instantly, without a moment's doubt.

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Time and again, Wang Fan answered rapidly. In just three minutes, he had responded to over fifty questions. Even if he answered incorrectly now, he would still earn a Supreme Inheritance.

But having answered over fifty questions correctly, Wang Fan’s aspirations grew. His ambition swelled; now, he aimed for the Immortal Emperor-level inheritance at seventy questions, the Ultimate Heavenly Emperor inheritance at eighty, even the Perfect Heavenly Emperor inheritance at one hundred.

Within the Hall of Inheritance, the mysterious voice continued to pose question after question, and Wang Fan responded with flawless speed, each answer correct.

After fifty questions, each one grew increasingly bizarre, even misleading. Without having read the countless fantasy and xianxia novels in his past life, Wang Fan would never have answered so accurately.

“The most dazzling emperor in history, the most talented woman of ages! The Ruthless Emperor stood peerless through time, contending with the heavens, the earth, and herself, slaying all kings, standing alone above the nine heavens—no god or spirit could bar her path. What was her original constitution?”

“Choices: A. Immaculate Chaos Body, B. Creation Green Lotus Body, C. Solar Body, D. Lunar Body, E. Ten Absolutes Body, F. Immortal Execution Body, G. Mortal Body.”

Once again, Wang Fan answered swiftly: G. Mortal Body.

The question about the Ruthless Emperor was truly peculiar. For anyone else, it would have been almost a guaranteed mistake. After all, how could someone so extraordinary have started with a mere mortal constitution? Such a thing was beyond the imagination of anyone on Earth.

After fifty questions, they became exceedingly strange. By the sixtieth, even Wang Fan had to ponder for a long while before answering. By the seventieth, the difficulty soared to the extreme.

From the seventieth question onward, they were no longer multiple choice—he had to give the answers himself.

“In which lifetime did the Ruthless Emperor leave behind a Dao Fruit?”

Such an open-ended question forced Wang Fan to think deeply, but at last he remembered—it was in her fourth lifetime that the Ruthless Emperor left a Dao Fruit in the world.

“The Gate of Immortality, the Gate of Oblivion, the Gate of Heaven and Earth, the Gate of Profound Heaven, the Gate of Ascension, the Gate of the Divine Realm. Among these gates, which is the strongest? In which gate was a scourge once born, and what was the name of that scourge?”

“The Gate of Immortality is the strongest. The Gate of Immortality gave rise to the scourge, whose name was Hua Tiandu!”

By now, sweat beaded on Wang Fan’s forehead, streaming down his face as his mind raced at full throttle.

By the time he reached the seventieth question, Wang Fan’s brain was struggling. It took him over half an hour to complete everything. Finally, he reached the seventy-ninth question, and there, he was utterly stumped.

“How many eras exist in this world? What are the names of the Children of the Era?”

This seventy-ninth question left Wang Fan completely bewildered. It was still related to fantasy novels, but Wang Fan had no way of knowing the answer. Each novel had its own eras and epochs—what was the true answer? He simply did not know.

Was he to fall short, only steps away from the Heavenly Emperor inheritance?

Unwillingness flashed in Wang Fan’s eyes, but it was useless—ignorance was ignorance. In the end, he failed on this question and stopped at seventy-eight.

He fell short at seventy-eight questions, filled with regret. Yet in reality, on this alternate Earth, no one had ever answered seventy-eight questions. The vast majority who entered the Hall of Inheritance could only answer one, gaining a basic inheritance. Fewer obtained the Yellow-grade inheritance, fewer still the Profound-grade, and as for the Earth-grade, Heaven-grade, or Supreme inheritances, those who achieved them were even rarer.

Now, having answered seventy-eight questions, only Wang Fan could obtain an Emperor-level inheritance. In a sense, Wang Fan was already the number one person on Earth!

He was about to receive an Emperor-level inheritance.

A point of light suddenly appeared in the Hall of Inheritance. It shone like the primordial light of creation, diffusing throughout the hall, immediately drawing Wang Fan’s attention.

The light floated in the void, trembling slightly as though even space and time quivered before it. This point of light brimmed with mystery and profundity, inscribed with countless runes—a vast inheritance, the legacy of an invincible one, the inheritance of a supreme emperor.

Wang Fan gazed at the inky, obsidian light, watched its endless, mysterious radiance shimmer. He drew a deep breath, then strode straight toward the dark, alluring orb.

When he was less than a meter away, the point of light surged into his body. In that instant, Wang Fan’s mind was flooded with information—the supreme inheritance, the Emperor’s legacy, the knowledge of an invincible being from an age long past!