(So, we can attempt the Third Trial again and again?)
Bai Zihan thought that once failed, the participant was considered to have failed to get the inheritance, but it looked like there was no such thing as failure and can try again.
Well, if he thought about it properly, that should be the case otherwise the Trial might as well be impossible.
If not for his strength and guns, he wouldn’t have even met Princess Feilian, and not meeting her would have significantly increased the risk of her dying.
Even if he didn’t die, as long as she did, the Third Trial would be considered a failure.
Passing it in one go seemed very difficult since they would be just mortals when they started the Third Trial.
And there was one more thing he understood.
Considering that the person who was much closer to passing the Third Trial—who he believed was Bai Xinyue—was trying again, the time it will take for her to get the Inheritance will be very long.
“Looks like she won’t pass the Third Trial for a very long time. Tsk!”
Bai Zihan said it like he knew that the one who would pass the Trial first among the others would be Bai Xinyue.
“Do you have any place where I can cultivate in seclusion?”
Bai Zihan asked.
Since he couldn’t leave the Ancient Ruins and had to wait for who knows how long, he wanted to spend that time refining his body using the materials he had obtained.
The Remnant Soul snapped her fingers, and one of the doors opened.
“There!”
Bai Zihan didn’t waste time and went into the room.
The chamber was modest in size, hexagonal in shape, and wrapped in layers of formations that isolated it from the outside world.
The Qi was also many times higher than normal, which made it an ideal place for cultivation—though that wasn’t the reason he was there.
Bai Zihan closed the door behind him and exhaled.
With a flick of his wrist, several storage rings opened in sequence, spilling out a small mountain of rare materials onto the floor.
Beast bones emanating bloodlust.
Frozen roots that shivered the air around them.
And a set of jade bottles filled with black-gold liquid—the key ingredients for the Primordial Chaos Body Refinement Technique.
He stared at them, frowning.
“I really don’t want to do this again.”
He muttered as he remembered the hellish hours he had endured. He knew for sure that the refinement process would be anything but easy.
It still haunted him.
His hand hovered above one of the bottles, then stopped.
“…Maybe I should wait. Just a little longer.”
After all, he already had top-tier strength for his realm, and now he had more treasure than a mid-sized kingdom. Did he really need to—
But then she came to mind.
Bai Xinyue!
The so-called Heaven’s Chosen.
The one born with the Heavenly Phoenix Constitution.
The one whose destiny was tightly entangled with his—whether as an enemy, a rival, or something else.
And now?
She was about to inherit the legacy of an Immortal Emperor.
“She’s going to get stronger.”
And there wasn’t much he could do to stop it, as it all seemed like fate.
Even when he was the first one to pass the Trials and was clearly the one who should have gotten the Inheritance, fate seemed to have reserved its winner.
There was no telling what kind of strength she would obtain once she received the Inheritance.
One that could allow her to defy the Bai Clan?
He didn’t think she would get such a huge power boost so quickly—not to mention, she didn’t really have the body to handle that kind of strength.
Still, it would definitely be something that could make her stronger than his current self.
And catching up to her would be difficult for anyone—including himself—unless he also did something to gain insane strength.
He clenched his jaw.
“I can’t hesitate. Not now!”
He had survived once, and he believed he would survive again—though the pain he would need to go through would be gruesome.
He reached down and grabbed the first jade bottle. The dark gold liquid within sloshed violently, as if eager to tear him apart again.
“You want to fight me, Heaven?”
Bai Zihan muttered under his breath, smirking faintly.
“But don’t blame me when I take care of your precious Chosen Ones!”
With that, he sat down cross-legged.
His body flared with internal Qi as he activated the Primordial Chaos Body Refinement Technique, and poured the contents of the first bottle down his throat.
And instantly—
Agony!
Like molten lava coursing through his veins, melting everything it touched. His eyes rolled back as he clenched his teeth hard enough to crack them.
The kind that made death feel merciful.
But this time, Bai Zihan didn’t scream.
Compared to his first experience, the pain seemed rather mild.
Whether it was because his body was much stronger now or because he was used to the pain.
No matter what, he didn’t let down his guard, as he knew the pain would only intensify.
***
The Remnant Soul looked after the participants, checking their progress—even though she already knew who would pass the Trial first.
As she had said to Bai Zihan, she wanted to know just how different the scenario would be if she were to make a different choice.
But apart from Bai Zihan, no other participant made choices that drastically changed the original result.
Many—like Mo Tianji—even died several times due to their arrogance and inability to adjust to their given weak bodies.
He also killed a lot of people to gain power quickly, but that was also considered a failure though he didn’t seem to understand.
However, none of the other participants had created guns like Bai Zihan did, making her wonder—was it something they didn’t know about, or was it knowledge only Bai Zihan possessed?
In her time, such weapons didn’t exist, but she assumed that in this era, they must be common—especially since they seemed relatively easy to produce.
Yet no one else had made them, which only deepened her curiosity about guns’ true origin.
After getting bored of watching them complete the Third Trial, she now looked toward the room where Bai Zihan was cultivating.
She was curious to see just what he was doing.
She sneakily went inside and, without being seen by Bai Zihan, peeked at him from above the room.
