eurekapd Chapter 411 The Inheritance System, Alarming the Divine Dynasty
Chapter 411 The Inheritance System, Alarming the Divine Dynasty
The rain fell again, and Lynn's figure appeared in that endless, pouring expanse of sky and earth.
Looking up, all I could see was one word: water.
It is not a river, not a lake, but the endless "water" itself, as if the entire space is completely occupied by this concept.
The ocean is boundless, the water is boundless; that vastness is not merely a matter of size, but rather an extensibility that "can contain everything."
"..."
Lynn's gaze darkened slightly as he continued to delve deeper into his senses. Soon, he noticed subtle differences.
These "waters" are not entirely uniform; they appear as one, but are actually layered, like the ebb and flow of tides, or the difference between the deep sea and a shallow bay.
Within that endless expanse of water, three distinct veins can be discerned, each independent yet sharing a common origin.
"I see……"
Lynn spoke softly.
"Donghui... is taking the path of differentiation."
It is not an extension of a single rule, but rather a branching out of three sub-rules under the same main thread.
With "water" as the core, but not confined to any specific manifestation, tides, currents, and deep pools may have different names, but their essence all comes down to "water".
"Using the principles of the Three Streams, we will build our foundation..."
Lynn nodded slightly. This road was not unfamiliar to him; he had even imagined it before.
That is, to deduce the rules of "pure" life types all the way, without mixing in other attributes or introducing conflicts, and to exchange absolute consistency for ultimate stability and extension.
"Extremely stable".
He gave his assessment, but in the next instant, the scene changed once again.
The rain has stopped, and a chill has descended.
Beneath my feet lies an endless ice plain, and above me, snowflakes fall in profusion, not gently, but with an oppressive force that covers everything.
In the heart of this icy world, a snow-capped mountain stands majestically, and atop its summit, an ice lotus blooms quietly.
It was crystal clear, yet carried a chilling coldness.
Lynn stood within it, sensing the flow, and soon discerned its structure.
"Ice..."
"Heavy snow..."
"Icy cold..."
The three rules are intertwined, but not completely integrated.
Lynn's gaze narrowed slightly.
“Nan Shuang is following the path of ‘compatibility’.”
Unlike Donghui, she did not choose to further subdivide the same main lineage.
Unlike west Ye, who forcibly governs opposing extremes with a core rule, her choice is more "moderate".
Ice and snow, both belonging to the cold element, are close to each other and resonate with each other, yet they do not share the same origin.
This is a path to achieving a balance between stability and change.
"..."
He didn't linger for long, because he knew very well that there was one last person left.
With a single thought, the space shifts again; the chill dissipates, replaced by warmth, vitality, and the burgeoning spring.
A light drizzle fell like smoke, and all things were in bud. The ancient crabapple tree reappeared before his eyes.
The branches are outstretched, the flowers are half-open, and everything is at the critical point of "about to bloom".
Lynn stood in front of the tree, not immediately going in, but observing first.
"Northern Bird..."
He murmured the name, the Northern Territory lord who appeared as gentle as a noblewoman, but whose inner self was clearly far more complex than her outward appearance suggested.
This can be seen from the location of the Northern Bird's legacy; she is much more special than the other three lords.
Soon, his perception reached the core, the first rule, without a doubt.
spring.
"The Rules of Spring".
A flash of understanding crossed Lynn's eyes: the beginning of the four seasons, the beginning of all things, the start of all cycles.
This is a rule that is of great significance as a "starting point".
But what truly shook him was the next two rules, the second of which emerged.
"dawn."
It's not the light itself, but the moment the light appears, the dividing line between darkness and light, that is the "beginning" in a temporal sense.
The third one is more abstract, yet also more profound.
"Truth".
It's not sound, it's not language, it's "naming".
"..."
Lynn's breath hitched slightly, and his thoughts raced at that moment.
Spring, dawn, and truth are not superficially related; they are neither of the same origin, nor of the same nature, nor are they opposites.
However, when he looked down from a higher vantage point, a common thread gradually emerged.
"start."
Everything points to the "starting point".
Spring is the beginning of the year.
"Dawn is the beginning of a day."
"Truth..."
Lynn murmured softly, the light in his eyes growing ever clearer.
"The beginning of all things."
In the oldest theories of arcane magic, there is a saying that has been regarded as truth by countless people: "All things begin with a name."
A thing truly exists only when it is "defined".
At this moment, the three rules overlapped in his understanding.
It's not a coincidence in form, but a coincidence in "meaning".
"Taking the 'starting point' as the core, construct a triangle..."
Lynn's mind trembled slightly.
This path is different from Xiye, different from Donghui, and completely different from Nanshuang.
It does not pursue unity, does not rely on compatibility, and does not construct a balance of opposites, but rather uses "concepts" to connect everything.
Lynn let out a soft breath.
"No wonder she got to that position."
This road, though seemingly loose, is actually extremely rigorous, and even more dangerous than any other.
Because once the "meaning" cannot be unified, the entire structure will collapse instantly.
"..."
After a long while, Lynn withdrew his senses and returned to the top of the World Tree.
The highest order, overlooking everything, the inheritances of all directions, are all within sight.
west Ye, with "maple" as its axis, governs life and death; Dong Hui, with "water" as its foundation, divides into three branches.
Southern frost, with cold as its domain, combines various characteristics; Northern bird, with "beginning" as its meaning, connects the concepts.
“Four lords…four paths, yet completely different.”
Lynn spoke in a low voice, his tone carrying an indescribable complexity.
As he stood there, the more he saw and the deeper his understanding, the more his brow furrowed.
With more choices available, the direction has become blurred.
"..."
The next moment, he suddenly chuckled softly, with a hint of self-mockery. His figure stood at the peak, yet an unprecedented hesitation arose within him.
"I see... The further you look, the harder it becomes to travel."
He slowly raised his eyes and looked at the endless legacy.
Flower shadows piled high, and countless paths lay ahead.
When everything is laid out before you, it becomes difficult to make a choice.
"A riot of colors dazzles the eye..."
Lynn's gaze paused slightly. In that instant, he seemed to vaguely understand why Xi Ye had never said a word on this path, and why that Lord Yun Jing Gui Zhen had sent him directly to the Morning Star Palace without giving him any guidance.
It's not that we can't speak, but that speaking would be useless. The real choice is never found in what we "hear," but in what we "see."
Only by witnessing firsthand the myriad paths diverging can one truly understand the weight of "choosing and giving up."
Lynn slowly exhaled, forcibly suppressing the slight turmoil in her heart. When she looked up again, her gaze had returned to calm.
He looked ahead, where the seemingly endless legacy continued to unfold layer by layer, like a sea of stars—vast, dazzling, yet dangerous.
"To believe everything in books is worse than having no books at all."
He spoke in a low voice, but his tone gradually became firm.
“I have never come here to follow in other people’s footsteps. If I were to simply copy traditions and follow in their footsteps, how would I be any different from an ordinary inheritor? No matter how exquisite other people’s ways may be, they are ultimately not my ways.”
He paused slightly, a sharp glint appearing in his eyes.
"What I seek is nothing more than to learn from others' experiences to improve myself. I want to see how they achieve enlightenment, and then see how I should proceed."
As soon as he finished speaking, the hesitation that had been weighing on his mind quietly dissipated, replaced by a more calm and analytical perspective.
Although the thought process was clear, making a choice became even more difficult.
Because he had already seen it all: Xiye's triangular dominance, Donghui's homologous differentiation, Nanshuang's synergistic superposition, and Beiniao's conceptual integration centered on "starting point".
All four paths are extraordinary, and each one leads to the highest places.
"..."
Lynn was silent for a moment, and a bitter smile involuntarily crept onto his lips.
"Only four roads... and it's already like this."
"If I were to actually read through all the Level Six inheritances..."
He didn't finish his sentence, but the answer was already self-evident.
That would no longer be "learning from others," but rather a loss of direction; too many choices are a form of constraint.
"In that case..."
Lynn's gaze gradually narrowed, shifting from broad observation to focused attention.
"Then... we'll choose the best option."
As his thoughts shifted, some of his previous understandings surfaced in his mind and quickly became clear.
Truth is inevitably lost in the process of being transmitted; those who seek its origin can only glimpse fragments.
If we continue to seek those dismantled, simplified, and misinterpreted "fragments," all we will find are empty embers.
There are no roots, and no future.
"Rather than repeatedly testing the waters amidst countless mediocre experiences... it's better to face everything head-on!"
His gaze slowly moved upwards, passing over countless fourth, fifth, and sixth-level inheritances, pointing directly to something even higher.
"Go and touch... the real crown."
In the realm of arcane magic, there is no "almost" or "second best," only "right" or "destruction."
"Those who seek the ultimate will attain the highest. Those who seek the ordinary will gain nothing."
At this point, his choice was clear: he would no longer look at everything, but only at the very top, the inheritance of the Radiant Moon level, and even higher.
He muttered to himself, a hint of regret in his voice.
"I was originally thinking... to use my talent panel and accumulate a vast amount of knowledge to slowly deduce a path. But now it seems..."
He shook his head.
"Let's select the 'strongest' group first, and then talk about the others."
With the thought settled, Lynn's gaze became completely focused.
From that vast, ocean-like heritage, a specific point was identified. It was the aura of an extraordinary plant, unassuming yet subtly imbued with an indescribable weight.
"Let's start from here..."
His figure moved slightly, and his consciousness extended outwards.
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Meanwhile, outside the Morning Star Palace.
What no one knows is that the confusion and choices Lynn is experiencing at this moment are only churning in his own heart.
However, his previous actions had already caused a stir at a higher level.
That was the act of forcefully elevating one's own lineage to the first rank of the Morning Star Hall.
Its impact was far more profound than he had imagined.
First and foremost is his identity: the newly appointed lord of the Western Maple Domain, the name "Lin En" has already come into the sights of many Radiant Moon Lords.
However, these beings do not gather in one place. Of all the true and permanent figures in the Divine Dynasty, only Yun Jingguizhen is currently the only one under the radiant moon.
The rest either travel far away, go into seclusion, or wander between higher realms.
Even if there is some communication, it is only through the tokens left in the heart of the ancient tree that the will is passed on to each other.
Therefore, while being "in the spotlight" is important, it is not yet at the point where it will immediately cause a storm.
More important than the distant gaze of the Moonlit Realm are the Morning Star Wizards who are "in their positions," and the lords who are at the top of this level.
It's important to understand that the Hall of Morning Stars has never been a simple place of inheritance; it's more like a "Tower of Sequences" where recording and ordering coexist.
Every wizard who reaches the Morning Star level must leave their mark here, from level four, level five, to level six, from ordinary Morning Star wizards to great nobles in various territories.
Then there are the four lords themselves, and even those who have already reached the threshold of the Radiant Moon realm, the "Morning Star Realm".
All their heritages converge here, and Lynn forcibly pushed his own heritage into the first tier at that moment.
It's equivalent to ringing a bell in this "tower" that everyone can "hear".
It was a kind of inexplicable connection; anyone who had left a trace in the Morning Star Palace would, at some point, sense it.
However, beings at different levels react to this in completely different ways. Most of the fourth and fifth level Morning Star Wizards don't care. For them, having their lineage surpassed is just a normal thing.
As time goes by, it's normal for newcomers to surpass the old ones; they don't even bother to find out "who it is," nor do they intend to participate in this level of competition.
At most, a fleeting thought would pass through my mind, and then I would return to calm.
As for the sixth-level Morning Star Wizards, it was a bit more complicated. Some were slightly moved, some paid a little attention, and some simply noted down the "anomaly" but were not in a hurry to investigate.
But when this change touches a certain "boundary", those who really can't sit still are those who stand at the peak of level six, lords and those at the Morning Star Extreme Realm.
………………
Deep within the Ring of Life, in a realm brimming with vitality, countless vines intertwine, and ancient trees reach for the sky, as if all life converges and cycles here.
At the heart of this realm, a figure sat quietly, none other than Amir, the One of Perfect Kindness.
At that moment, his eyes suddenly opened, a glint of light flashing across them.
"Ok?"
He spoke in a low voice, as if he had caught some extremely subtle yet crucial fluctuation.
In the next instant, his consciousness locked onto the source of the change.
"Been...surpassed?"
He paused slightly, then his expression became somewhat strange, because he recognized that aura; in fact, he had just been in close contact with it not long ago.
"It's him……"
A meaningful smile slowly crept onto Amir's lips.
"That newly appointed lord."
There was no displeasure in his tone; on the contrary, there was a hint of interest.
"I can't be mistaken. That aura... it's too unique."
"No wonder His Majesty Huiyue is paying so much attention to him. As expected... he is no ordinary person."
As he said this, a hint of amusement appeared in his eyes.
"If the nobles of the Western Maple Domain find out, they'll probably be restless."
He chuckled softly, his tone carrying a hint of schadenfreude.
"The clash between the new and the old... is quite interesting."
………………
Meanwhile, in the deepest part of the Southern Region.
Beneath the endless ice plains, the chill is profound and the silence is absolute. Here, there is no wind, no sound, only the thick ice that seems to freeze time.
Within the vast expanse of ice, a figure stood silently, skin as white as snow, surrounded by icy aura, seemingly one with the icy plain.
She is none other than Nan Shuang, the ruler of the Southern Region.
"..."
Her previously calm breathing suddenly fluctuated, and her eyes snapped open!
The next moment!
boom!
A chill erupted, the ice trembled, and endless snow and wind rose from nowhere at that moment!
That figure had already soared into the air, long hair flying, snow-white skin faintly visible in the cold air, carrying a sharp and cold beauty.
Her gaze was fixed on a certain direction.
"This aura..."
She spoke in a low voice, and for the first time, her tone showed a noticeable change.
"Is it that newly appointed lord?"
After a brief pause, her gaze suddenly sharpened.
"How could that be?"
It's not that I doubt my perception, but rather that I'm unwilling to easily accept this outcome.
However, that "resonance" from the Morning Star Palace is never wrong.
Her legacy was suppressed, and what suppressed her was that still "young" aura.
"..."
Nan Shuang didn't speak again, but stood quietly in the wind and snow, while the temperature around her dropped silently once more.
And the periphery.
The witches responsible for guarding the ice plains were already tense, completely unaware of what had happened.
All that is known is that the Lord's secluded cultivation place suddenly erupted with such violent fluctuations, with wind and snow raging and the cold spiraling out of control, yet there was no sign of any external enemies.
"What... happened?"
No one could answer, but everyone vaguely sensed that something big had already happened, imperceptibly.
………………
The same scene is playing out in the Eastern Region.
Ever since west Ye began his quest to reach the Radiant Moon Realm, the ruler of this land has been in a state of near-intense intensity.
Unwilling to accept defeat, unwilling to fall behind others, what he wanted was never just to "stand atop the morning star," but to break through that threshold and glimpse the radiant moon.
At this moment, the world was filled with torrential rain, low-hanging dark clouds, and faint thunder. The entire Eastern Region seemed to be shrouded in a heavy curtain of water.
Amidst the torrential rain, a deep, resonant laugh suddenly erupted!
"Ha ha ha ha……"
The laughter was like thunder, shaking the heavens and even the rain curtain seemed to distort slightly at that moment!
"Interesting...this is really interesting..."
The voice contained not a trace of displeasure, but rather a strong sense of interest and delight.
"That guy Xiye..."
"But they've sent over someone quite extraordinary."
As the sound faded, the world returned to the sound of rain, as if nothing had ever happened.
However, if a powerful person were present, they would be able to sense that, for a fleeting moment, a certain aura had locked onto the distance.
In fact, neither Nanshuang nor Donghui, the Lord of the Eastern Region, could truly "see" Lynn's exact location.
They had no idea which sequence he had reached; all they could perceive was one thing.
That was his own legacy, surpassed by a familiar aura, and that aura belonged to Lynn, without a doubt.
The same facts elicited drastically different reactions.
Nan Shuang was incredulous, her coldness masking an undisguised shock. Her gaze was fixed on that void.
Dong Hui, the ruler of the Eastern Region, laughed heartily and unrestrainedly.
After the laughter, he made no further movements, but slowly calmed his breathing and returned to his cultivation.
It was as if that fleeting fluctuation was merely a bright spot in the otherwise monotonous years of cultivation.
………………
Finally, there is the Northern Region, a scene completely different from the other three regions.
Here, there is no wind or snow, no torrential rain, only birdsong and fragrant flowers.
Deep within the garden, hundreds of flowers bloom, filling the air with fragrance. Everything appears exquisite and serene, as if this were not a place of cultivation for a lord of a region, but a courtyard for people to relax in.
In the center of the garden, an exquisite long table is placed, on which a variety of snacks are displayed.
At the table sat a figure, elegant and graceful, with golden hair flowing like a waterfall, skin as smooth as jade, and an innate nobility and languor between her brows and eyes.
Naturally, it was the Northern Territory Lord, Wanlichun Beibiao. She slightly raised her hand, her slender white fingers gently pinching a delicate little pastry.
She put it in her mouth, took a gentle bite, and the sweetness spread between her lips and teeth. Her eyes curved slightly, revealing a look of satisfaction.
"Um……"
In that instant, she seemed more like a gluttonous noblewoman than a lord ruling over a region.
Behind her, a group of witch servants stood silently, not daring to make a sound.
On her lap, a large, plump cat lay lazily, its fur soft and smooth, yet its aura subtly exuding an extraordinary presence.
It leisurely licked the crumbs of pastry that had fallen onto its skirt, its movements relaxed yet precise, clearly indicating that it was no ordinary creature.
But amidst this tranquility, change quietly descended.
Bei Niao's movements suddenly stopped, and her beautiful eyes, which had been somewhat languid, narrowed slightly at this moment, as if she had caught something.
She didn't act immediately, but instead carefully felt the sensations.
The next instant, those slender, pale fingertips trembled slightly.
"Clap!"
The pastry in her hand fell to the ground.
Before it even landed, the previously lazy fat cat suddenly opened its eyes!
Whoosh!
A blur flashed by!
The snack had already fallen into its paws, and then it swallowed it whole without any hesitation.
His movements were swift and decisive, a stark contrast to his previous languid demeanor.
But at this moment, Bei Niao had no mind to pay attention to any of this. Her gaze became focused, even carrying a rare seriousness.
Time flows slowly by.
After a long while, she pouted slightly, as if she was dissatisfied, or as if she was thinking.
"That newly appointed lord from the Southern Region... is quite unexpected."
She tilted her head slightly, her gaze distant, as if looking at some extremely far place.
"It actually... surpasses the legacy I left behind."
She gave a soft snort, not loud, but it carried a hint of defiance and a touch of aroused interest.
The next moment, she looked down at the big fat cat on her lap and reached out to pinch its round face without any hesitation.
"It's all your fault."
She applied pressure gently, her tone tinged with a hint of coquettishness.
"They even dared to steal my snacks."
The fat cat's cheeks were pinched until they were deformed, but it didn't resist. It just squinted its eyes, looking indifferent.
While the actions of the Northern Bird seem to be punishing it, they are actually more like an expression of some kind of emotion.
Her legacy, the position she had always been confident in, had actually been shaken.
"Humph……"
She gave a soft hum, mixing the trivial matter of having her snack stolen with the displeasure of being "surpassed," while deep down, a long-lost competitive spirit quietly rose within her. (End of Chapter)