The Remnant of the False Dragon's Legacy, located near the Yellow City, attracted many geniuses. This was because the remnant was actually the legacy of a great expert from the realm above the Realm of Ascension: The False Dragon. While these geniuses' families did have experts at this level, these individuals were actually high-ranking members within their families. These families did not always have the resources and legacies necessary to cultivate all these geniuses. Therefore, most of the time, the children of these families had to pursue their own destinies.
This was one such opportunity. The legacy of one of those great experts was hidden nearby. Those who passed the test would be able to possess pieces of the legacy and advance to the next stage in their realm, perhaps even stepping into the next realm.
For most of those journeying towards the ruins, obtaining the legacy itself was a dream. If they obtained the legacy, their chances of surpassing the Ascension Realm would increase significantly. However, they could also gain this chance by accelerating their cultivation.
In a café in Yellow City, the Drunken Sage Wuma sat drinking coffee with his daughter, Milena. More accurately, he was drinking coffee. His daughter glared at him angrily and hurled insults while he watched Nomier, the Sword of Morality, teach sword skills to miners outside. Nomier was one of the most talented individuals from the capital. He had already reached the middle stages of the Sage Realm.
How helpful he was. He was explaining his incomprehensible techniques to this stupid crowd.
Of course, these weren't Wuma's thoughts. They were the mocking thoughts of the people around him.
"Old man, is there something interesting here?"
Despite everything, the Sword of Morality came here from the Weapon School, where tough individuals abound. That's why he had such a bad attitude. However, it was his philosophy and desires that earned him the name "Sword of Morality."
As Wuma looked at the white-haired boy, the boy looked back at him provocatively. Wuma could see a sheath at the boy's waist. The boy wanted Wuma to draw it and show him the skills of a monster who was nearly 500 years old.
But with 500 years came patience as well as skill. Young people who hadn't lived that long often struggled to possess it.
"Instead of disrespecting old men, why don't you test your limits against someone who can measure up to you?"
Suddenly, another voice came from inside the café. Then, a man slowly walked toward them. With his charismatic gaze and impressive appearance, he made the women in the café fall one by one. Unlike the white-haired young man in front of him, he was calm but had a wild appearance. Malehit now looked different. He was ready for battle, carrying two revolvers at his waist. Two black lines were drawn under his eyes. Perhaps it was because the remnants could awaken at any time. Maybe he had secret moves, too.
Nomier looked at him. He understood Malehit's confidence. Malehit was three years older, but age wasn't everything.
"Just because you're a little older than me doesn't mean you're unchallengeable," said Nomier. The white sword in his hand began to make sharp sounds. Surprisingly, the sword was a Sage Weapon.
Not every Sage possesses a Sage Weapon, but these young prodigies had made significant progress in the Sage Realm and entered it at a young age.
These weapons allowed them to fight above their cultivation levels. They might be young, but they could compensate for their weaknesses to some extent with their wealth.
"They always prioritize the Morality Sword's skill over the Cowboy's in the capital. A few years ago, I wouldn't have doubted Malehit's victory, but now... He will fall behind more talented figures."
"You say that, but don't forget: Before this, Malehit surpassed many geniuses who were more talented than he was. Those geniuses couldn't surpass him despite having more time. On paper, Malehit always loses, but life isn't just a piece of paper."
"Besides, look at the distance between them. If they were to clash right now, Malehit would undoubtedly win. The distance advantage is in Malehit's favor."
The capital's residents were speculating about the possible outcomes of a potential conflict. On the other hand, they were thinking about what they would do if a conflict arose. The advantage was undoubtedly in Malehit's hands, and he knew it.
At that moment, another voice joined the conversation.
"You all boast about your ages. If you truly have talent, fight me..."
A huge belly swayed back and forth as it approached them with steady steps. However, only an aura belonging to the Core Realm emanated from him, leaving the people around him confused.
"Ten years later..."
..."
Who would want to fight this freak in ten years?
'He'll have entered the Origin Heart Realm by then, but what does that matter now!?'
The problems that mattered now had to be solved now. Besides, they had no problem with Kasuur. Why arrange a fight ten years in the future as if it were a blood feud?
"I'm on your side, idiot!"
Besides, Malehit and he were on the same side. What was this fat pig's real purpose in talking trash to him?
Kasuur stood there, confused, for a moment. In the next instant, his eyes snapped open.
CHING!
Kasuur was suddenly attacked, the blow aimed straight for his neck. At that moment, he bent his body slightly and drew his sword halfway from its sheath, the clang echoing throughout the area. A knife and sword clashed around his neck. Kasuur looked into the eyes of the person who had swung the dagger at him. Sweat dripped from his forehead, and he wore a very serious expression. Those crazy vertical pupils...
TIRIRIM!
Suddenly, countless weapons emerged from their sheaths. They were ready for the battles that could ensue with so many figures arriving to join the remnants. One of the candidates had been attacked by one of the capital's geniuses. Sorgon the Serpent. All the leaders from the capital were present, along with the gray-haired child who was watching from afar.
"What good are your talents if you don't live long enough to enjoy them?" Sorgon said. Kasuur tried to push him away, but this figure from the Sage realm didn't budge an inch. If Sorgon had been an ordinary sage, things would have been difficult for Kasuur—and Sorgon was not ordinary.
A small spark appeared in Sorgon's eyes. It was a sign of pity. Perhaps at that moment, he had doubts about taking Kasuur's life. At the same time, however, an energy belonging to Kasuur rose from his core and burned in Sorgon's eyes.
"Fuck off!"
A powerful energy rippled from Kasuur's body. Along with his sword, a force from the Sage Realm pushed Sorgon back. Sorgon took a few steps back in surprise while the aura trapped in Kasuur's core returned with violent momentum.
At this point, all eyes were on Kasuur.
"He's not even thirteen yet, is he?" asked Nomier. But Malehit, too, watched the events with equal astonishment, and it was the old man who answered him.
"Still a few months to go."
Wuma also showed extraordinary interest in what was happening. Things were unfolding differently than he had expected. He was one of the few people who hadn't drawn their weapon alongside Milena.
Kasuur had reached the tenth stage of the Core Realm. Furthermore, it seemed that he had managed to push Sorgon back into the Sage Realm using a technique.
Sorgon's blank expression returned. However, he now radiated a more dangerous aura. Perhaps he felt humiliated. I'm sure his confusion about Kasuur's fate had diminished considerably by now.
"You're giving me more reasons to kill you," he said. The power of the Tao-infused origin energy slowly began to spread around him.
But before Sorgon's cultivation level could be revealed, a hoarse voice responded to him.
"I want you to try. You capital dwellers must not forget that we are in the Yellow City."
A man in his forties with a slightly graying beard and a katana at his waist slowly approached them from behind Kasuur, accompanied by two young men. He had originally come with Kasuur, but events had unfolded so quickly that he hadn't been able to react. He radiated an aura of the tenth stage of the Core Realm, suggesting he was probably stronger than Kasuur due to his age.
'We are being watched.'
At that moment, all the sages in the room were aware of this. Master John looked Sorgon directly in the eyes.
"There are people in this city who you could never imagine fighting."
A cold wind blew down everyone's necks. Whether or not they were involved in the situation, everyone waited silently for what would happen next. The threads of fate had been woven, and the final thing that needed to happen had come to pass.
RAAAAAAGGRR!!!
A sign of the remains. The roar reached them, splitting the sky and earth, and announced the opening of the inheritance trial.
At home, Mais and Evra were sharing their thoughts with each other. At that moment, Jalal looked up at the sky in astonishment. The rising sound pushed the clouds aside. A smile formed on Mais's face.
"Jalal, pack your bag. We're leaving."
Similarly, Maria was curious about the meeting between her father and Evra's grandfather. She looked at the bewildered Ulam beside her and gritted her teeth.
"There's no time to wait. We must go!"
Many figures vanished instantly. Despite Kasuur's involvement, Malehit rushed straight to the inheritance. So did the Sword of Morality and the gray-haired man. Sorgon first looked at Kasuur, then at Master John.
"I wonder what will happen when the experts protecting you are gone."
Sorgon disappeared, leaving Kasuur to face his fear. John's twins also looked anxious. At that moment, John glanced at the old man sitting in the café, then turned back to Kasuur. He didn't seem worried at all.
"We need to go, too."
As they quickly left the area, Wuma stayed behind with his daughter again. Milena was angry, but she didn't say anything about it because she couldn't get angry comfortably. She looked at her father. She had already exhausted all her energy on him before these events occurred.
"Don't you have to go?" she asked. Her voice came out harsher than she intended. Wuma looked up at the sky. He decided that today wasn't so bad. Then, he left a silver coin on the table and stood up.
"We both have to go."
As Wuma slowly left, Milena watched her father's steps, teary-eyed. For the first time, she didn't look angry. Just hurt.
No one noticed that Milena was also in the Core Realm, standing there. Today, however, Milena would not chase after this legacy.
She looked at the silver her father had left behind, then turned and walked in the opposite direction. For a moment, she wanted to turn around and look back, but she knew her father wouldn't come back. She had to grow up and be like her father.
This city had two gates. Unfortunately, the two gates opened onto opposite paths.