Such a spectacle had never been seen before, nor was it recorded even in the most ancient texts of the Qin Family!
An elder guarding the Armory had a trembling voice. "Th-this... could this old man be seeing things?"
"Technique manuals... manuals are choosing their master on their own? And it's... all of them?!"
"No! Look at the light in the supreme heritage zones! Even those legendary incomplete scriptures left behind by the emperors are moving!"
"Good heavens! What on earth is going on?!"
The crowd fell completely silent, save for the sound of gasping breaths and wildly pounding hearts.
Even Qin Wudao himself was somewhat dazed.
What was happening?
Just now, he had signed in to obtain the Emperor Bone Dragon Breath and the Ancestral Battle Will Imprint.
Unable to resist, he had directly comprehended them.
Once the comprehension ended, he wanted to see if he could find a few suitable technique manuals.
And then... it turned into this?
Weren't supreme manuals supposed to have spiritual sentience, making it extremely difficult for them to choose a master, requiring immense serendipity and comprehension to gain approval?
How come now... they were all delivering themselves right to his doorstep?
And acting like they were fighting for favor, of all things?
What was this supposed to be?
Simps?
At this rate, forget choosing just one—trying to comprehend them all at the same time was simply impossible.
He couldn't learn them all; there was simply no way to process them.
With so much heritage information flooding in, his divine soul felt as though it was about to burst apart.
Just as this incomparably shocking, and even somewhat absurd, spectacle continued:
In the deepest recesses of the Armory, inside a stone chamber that remained sealed year-round,
A grey-robed elder, whose aura resembled withered, dead wood and who seemed on the verge of passing away at any moment, abruptly opened his turbid eyes. An unprecedented, brilliant light erupted within them.
His divine sense instantly swept across the plaza.
Upon seeing the scene of ten thousand techniques circling Qin Wudao, this hidden ancestor—who had lived for who knows how many tens of thousands of years and had long since grown indifferent to everything—actually trembled all over with excitement.
"Ha-ha... Hahaha! Ten thousand techniques coming to court! This is the legendary sign of the Myriad Dao Fetus!
No! Even stronger than that! It is the Hongmeng Emperor Bone!
The ancestors' prophecy... has actually come true in this generation! Heaven bless my Qin Family! Heaven bless my Qin Family!!"
The elder praised repeatedly in his heart, yet he did not actually manifest himself.
He had lived far too long.
So long that even opening his eyes consumed a massive amount of strength.
Under normal circumstances, he would only awaken when the Qin Family faced true annihilation, burning his final life force to protect the clan.
Yet now, he had been jolted awake by Qin Wudao!
For no other reason than this:
Ten thousand techniques coming to court—this matter... was far more important than the life and death of the Qin Family!
***
In the void outside the Armory, Qin Zhan had been using his divine sense to monitor his son's situation all along.
Upon seeing the scene of ten thousand techniques coming to court,
This battle-hardened patriarch of the Qin Family, who had witnessed countless grand scenes, subconsciously raised his hand and rubbed his eyes hard like a child.
Was he seeing things?
Techniques... were fighting to acknowledge his son as master?
Th-this was simply...
For a moment, Qin Zhan could not find the right words to describe his mood.
Shock?
Pleasant surprise?
Or perhaps an indescribable sense of absurdity.
He had originally intended to see how his son's eye for choosing techniques was, and perhaps offer a pointer or two.
Judging by the present situation, however, he... didn't need to offer any pointers at all!
No, he wasn't even qualified to offer pointers!
He didn't even need to choose!
These technique heritages were each practically dying to fling themselves straight into his son's arms.
***
Just then, an even more vast, more unfathomable will descended upon the Armory.
It was the Mystic Ancestor.
He, too, had been startled once again by the massive commotion in the Armory.
When he saw the scene of ten thousand techniques paying homage, even the Mystic Ancestor's mirror-smooth state of mind could not help but ripple slightly.
"The Hongmeng Emperor Bone... to actually be able to provoke ten thousand techniques to resonate to this extent..."
The Mystic Ancestor's figure appeared beside Qin Wudao. Looking at the heritage brilliance that was still scrambling to encircle him, a trace of admiration appeared in his eyes.
Qin Wudao's status in his mind rose to a whole new level.
He was no longer the Qin Family Young Lord from seven days ago who could be sacrificed at any moment.
With a flick of his finger, several treasures radiating immortal divine light appeared out of thin air before Qin Wudao.
A rustic small tripod, its body engraved with the sun, moon, and stars, exuding a suppressing might.
A jade talisman flowing with seven-colored rosy light, containing spatial Dao principles.
And a jade bottle filled with emerald liquid exuding the aura of life.
"This is the Universe Suppressing Dao Tripod (imitation), which can help you suppress your own destiny and solidify your Dao foundation."
"This is the Seven-Colored Teleshifting Talisman. In times of crisis, it can randomly shift you across hundreds of millions of miles of starry skies, making it difficult for anyone below the Saint King realm to track you."
"This bottle contains the Primordial Spring Source Liquid. While not as heaven-defying as an undying divine medicine, it can still bring the dead back to life, regrow flesh on bones, and heal primal Dao injuries—something worth ten thousand pieces of gold in the outside world and impossible to buy."
The Mystic Ancestor's voice rang out: "You bear the Hongmeng Emperor Bone and have obtained the ancestor's scriptures. Your potential is limitless, and your future is immeasurable."
"Cultivate well and do not squander such serendipity."
"As for the grudges between you and Qin Tianlong... you are both the future of the Qin Family, and you should take the overall situation of the clan to heart. It is best to turn hostility into friendship and support one another so that you can lead my Qin Family to recreate the glory of the ancestral era."
"If you can let go of past grudges, that would be best."
With that, the Mystic Ancestor bestowed upon Qin Wudao another token symbolizing higher authority.
With this token, he could mobilize more resources within the clan and enjoy treatment among the younger generation second only to Qin Tianlong.
"Thank you, Mystic Ancestor, for your generous bestowal."
Qin Wudao calmly accepted the treasures and the token.
To the Mystic Ancestor's latter remarks, he remained noncommittal.
Let go of grudges?
Impossible.
At the same time, two figures arrived fashionably late.
They were none other than First Elder Qin Yuan and Qin Tianlong, whose face remained pale and whose aura was unsettled.
They, too, witnessed the shocking spectacle of ten thousand techniques coming to court.
The immense sense of crisis in Qin Yuan's heart surged once more, but he forcefully suppressed it. On the surface, his expression remained as calm as still water, though his gaze grew even gloomier deep within.
As for Qin Tianlong, seeing that the glory, resources, and even the ancestor's attention that should have belonged to him were now all gathered on Qin Wudao, jealousy and hatred continuously welled up in his heart.
Why?!
This piece of trash!
He had stolen everything that was his!
Thinking of the wretched state of being trampled under Qin Wudao's feet seven days ago, his fury nearly materialized.
He clenched his fists so hard that his nails dug deep into the flesh of his palms.
They saw Qin Wudao.
Naturally, Qin Wudao saw them as well.
His gaze swept past Qin Yuan and finally landed on Qin Tianlong's face, which was distorted by jealousy and hatred.
Could even this... be considered the most outstanding genius of the Qin Family's younger generation?
His city's-depth was far too shallow!
Truly, far too weak!
He completely lacked the demeanor a strong person ought to have.
Yet this alone was enough to prove one thing: the Primordial True Dragon Bone dug out from his body was truly powerful—powerful enough to turn a piece of trash into an unearthly genius!
At this thought, Qin Wudao's gaze grew even colder.
He made a throat-slitting gesture toward Qin Tianlong and silently mouthed: "I will kill you, and I will make you die a miserable death!"