My Ultimate Sign-in System Made Me Invincible Chapter 478 Final Trial (2)

Absorbing the entire sword inheritance required some time for Liam Two, and once completed, the sword Qi within the space and beyond the spot where he acquired Heaven Severance poured into his form.

Hours elapsed during this procedure, yet his sense of time stretched and warped amid the merging. The jade slip's information cascaded into his mind in successive waves, each enhancing the prior insight until it all aligned seamlessly.

Upon opening his eyes and removing the jade slip from his brow, a profound transformation had occurred.

His aura underwent a total shift. The inherent racial suppression lingered, yet now an edge overlaid it, emanating from him as if he had transformed into a living blade.

This sharpness lacked overt hostility or menace in the usual way. It stood as a simple truth, much like a sword in its scabbard hinting at its lethal potential when unsheathed.

Liam Two gained the ability to summon sword intent, far surpassing the feeble, unsteady version of a novice who had only recently comprehended the idea. The intent obeying his command possessed strength and polish, bearing the depth of ages of gathered wisdom that the inheritance had distilled into his core.

Though the sword inheritance supplied the essential framework and insights, this level of sword intent manifestation—and the swift, total assimilation of immortal-tier insight in just hours instead of years of toil—stemmed from his Myriad Armament Constitution.

This innate gift acted more like a shortcut than a mere edge for weapon-related pursuits. Beyond aiding comprehension and weaving the sword inheritance into his base, it hastened the integration, forging links among ideas that ordinary cultivators might spend years in contemplation to uncover, sharpening his grasp continuously until abstract notions evolved into natural proficiency.

Little conscious effort was needed from him. The constitution operated silently, refining and enhancing, converting unprocessed data into true expertise as he concentrated on the uptake.

Liam Two rose gradually from his cross-legged stance maintained during the fusion. His limbs felt supple and at ease, yet buzzing with latent power. With minimal intent, he levitated off the ground.

He scanned the compact room housing the jade slip. Other valuables lay there—high-worth cultivation aids, uncommon substances amassed by the immortal sword cultivator across his existence, and spirit plants maintained for over a millennium.

None rivaled the worth of Heaven Severance or the jade slip's wisdom, yet they ranked as invaluable assets that any sect would eagerly store in their treasuries.

With a gesture, Liam Two employed telekinesis to raise the objects from their spots and transported them all into the Dimensional Space.

Though most lacked urgent use for him, he refused to abandon them for others to seize. Having overcome the grotto's trials, he earned rightful ownership of its entire contents through the legacy.

The room cleared out swiftly. As the final piece vanished into the Space, Liam Two regarded the empty area with approval.

Only plain rock and faint remnants of sword Qi, which had permeated the site for ages, endured.

The immortal's heritage was fully taken, signaling departure.

Rather than retracing his steps through the tunnels he had navigated down, Liam Two simply faded from view.

He materialized hundreds of meters from his inn quarters, appearing in a secluded alley to avoid instant notice. The fresh morning breeze contrasted sharply with the heavy air of the grotto's depths, allowing him a brief adjustment to the everyday surroundings.

Next, he glanced toward the grotto's access point.

The gateway, steady for days and permitting countless cultivators into the inheritance site, now faltered. From afar, Liam Two observed the surface warping and trembling, the rift pulsing erratically like a flame battered by gusts.

Instability gripped it, forcing closure.

Realization dawned on Liam Two's face. The secret realm crumbled, its mission accomplished.

The grotto served to seek a fitting successor, delivering the immortal sword cultivator's full legacy to one capable of advancing it. With the legacy secured, the realm lost purpose to persist.

Sustaining formation arrays would falter. Tunnels would cave in. Rooms would implode as the millennium-old spatial forces binding them unraveled.

All trapped within faced certain death.

No unease stirred in Liam Two over this. Entrants understood the dangers. Realms dissolving post-treasure claiming formed a known pattern in cultivation lore. Veterans targeting immortal-grade sites should have anticipated such outcomes.

Those securing minor prizes and departing lived on. Victims of the grotto's challenges lay perished. Searchers pursuing vanished bounties would join the mounting fatalities from this site's prior five activations.

A faint smile crossed his lips as he strode from the inn, venturing further into Nine Heavens City. He avoided lingering for the turmoil sparking when the portal shut and escapees grasped the truth.

Wiser to absent himself when the Nine Heavens Thousand Sword Sect probed the abrupt end of their profitable inheritance site.

They would uncover the cause and hunt the inheritor responsible.

Public access notwithstanding, the sect would rage if an outsider claimed it. The fortunate one would swiftly turn hunted.

Liam Two held no fears. Exiting unconventionally kept him secure. Still, vigilance paid off.

He intended to roam the city, brimming with untapped wonders where he'd barely scratched the surface. His secret realm haul awaited tallying.