The Inheritance Of The Supreme Immortals

Time seemed to freeze as all the cultivators watched Sam, challenging the corrupted patriarch Solheart with an undeniable confidence on his face.

'What the heck is wrong with me? Why do I feel so intimidated by a brat?' Patriarch Solheart observed Sam with a scrutinizing gaze.

Sam's figure ascended into the sky, and Patriarch Solheart narrowed his eyes in irritation.

He couldn't shake the feeling of being threatened by this seemingly audacious young man.

"Since the fifth forefather completed the task I gave him, there is no need to wait any longer," Sam announced, grinning as he surveyed the thousands of beasts below.

"What exactly is he planning?"

Every person in the area looked at Sam, expressing a sense of uncertainty about what to expect, realizing that the situation was now in the hands of this brat.

Sam produced a black stone with a peculiar symbol engraved on it. "Time to take control."

As soon as Sam infused his spiritual energy into the stone, the pressure bearing down on the younger generation, like a mountain, vanished as if it were never there.

"What happened? The pressure... it's disappeared!"

"I can feel my strength recovering as well!"

The younger generation breathed sighs of relief, and their strength gradually returned over time.

"You brat!" Corrupted Patriarch Solheart, the mastermind behind the plot, shouted with anger and disbelief.

"What the heck did you do? I lost my authority over the formations!" He stared in horror as all the formations ceased draining potential from the younger generation.

Turning his gaze towards Sam, he demanded, "What the hell did you do? How did this happen? How can you control the formations of the devil arts when you are not even corrupted by it?"

"You ask too many questions, old man," Sam calmly stated.

"Let me tell you something really funny."

"I have known everything about your little evil plan from the beginning. I took the necessary precautions to counter anything that could happen right now."

"I also knew where you kept the foundation point of the formation. All I had to do was edit it with my inscribing knowledge." Sam spoke confidently.

"After I inscribed the stone, I had my clan's fifth forefather, Hailstorm, tamper with the formation. The stone will transfer the authority over the formation to me."

Ignoring the corrupted men, Sam turned his eyes toward the uncorrupted cultivators, who stared at him with dumbfounded expressions.

They couldn't comprehend how the brat accomplished so much without anyone noticing. Just what was this brat capable of?

Sam noticed that his grandma Adriana's eyes were covered in fresh blood, and his eyes turned cold.

His lifeless gaze locked onto the corrupted cultivators as if he were a dead man walking.

"Grandma, these bastards knew about your Eyes of Truth, thanks to Alexander. They knew your innate ability could find the weakness of the formation. They used another small formation to prevent the use of visual abilities in the arena."

Sam snapped his fingers, and Adriana felt movement in her eyes; then, the bleeding from her eyes stopped instantly.

"I will make you pay a hundredfold, no, a thousandfold for hurting my woman like that, especially you." Sam pointed his finger at Alexander, the ex-husband of Adriana, as if pointing at trash.

"Now, before I do that, I have to deal with the horde of beasts you have unleashed upon us." Sam looked at the unfazed and mindless horde of corrupted beasts, almost at their junction, ready to tear their flesh apart.

"Dear, it's alright. Even if you joined with all the brats down there, you cannot handle all those beasts," Helena said in worry.

"We have to break this barrier somehow. We have to save them."

"It's alright, Mother. You have nothing to worry about," Sam said confidently, offering a slight smile to ease his mother and three aunts' concerns about him facing the beasts.

Sam then turned his eyes toward his wives, who were also looking at him with dumbfounded expressions.

Well, to be precise, everyone present had their eyes glued to Sam.

While Sam was revealing their plan, he wasn't exactly subtle.

Everyone understood the potential danger they faced, and though they feared it might happen, an inexplicable trust in Sam's ability to handle the situation began to surface.

It wasn't until he disclosed the intricacies of their plan and the countermeasures he had taken that they realized this man was not simple.

"C-can he really do something about the beasts?" one of the younger generation asked another beside him.

"Don't be ridiculous. Look at that horde of mindless beasts. There are thousands of them, beasts with battle monarch-level strength," another one replied.

"I'm afraid there might even be sage or even great sage-level beasts among them," a vampire said.

"He must have planned something to deal with the beasts."

Sam clearly heard what some of the younger generation were talking about, speculating on how he would handle the horde of beasts.

"HAHAHA..."

"What's so funny? Why is he laughing in a situation like this? Did he finally lose his mind after acting smart for so long?"

After laughing heartily, Sam looked at his fellow younger generation with an amused smile.

"You are right. I can't deal with the beasts alone, but that doesn't mean I can't hold them for some time or even kill a few battle monarchs, right?"

"Are you out of your mind? Yes, you might be stronger than all the younger generation kids here. You might be able to defeat cultivators two levels higher than you, but even you can't do anything against a battle monarch," a dragon who couldn't handle his arrogance said in disbelief.

"Not to mention there are dozens of them. There might even be sage-level beasts among them. You are simply asking to die if you dare to go against them," a vampire supported the dragon.

"Darling~ I know what you are thinking. Don't do it. I don't want you to get hurt." Amelia and Lenora came running to his side, holding his hand.

"Yes, you cannot fight those beasts. You are still a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator. Even if you are at a supreme level, you cannot fight against battle monarch-level beasts," Yuna said slowly, trying to persuade him. In the days she spent with him, she completely understood one thing about him: he will do it, no matter how absurd or brainless the task is.

If he decided, he would do it, and always, he succeeded.

But not this time.

This is the absurdity of the ultimate level, intending to fight against that many beasts whose strength is three to four levels higher than him.

Yuna would try her everything to prevent him from doing this.

Her love had grown that much.

"Please don't do it. I-I don't want to see you getting hurt," even Ophelia, who is usually quiet and non-expressive, tried to persuade him with moist eyes.

"Brother, I don't want to see you getting hurt either," Sophia began to cry at the thought of something happening to her beloved brother.

Not far from them, Mira looked at Sam with a strange gaze, her mind in turmoil for reasons only she knew.

Sam's heart swelled with happiness and warmth as he saw how worried his women were for him.

"Why are you worrying? Do you seriously think I would let myself get hurt and make you worry?" He placed his hand on Ophelia's head.

"The ones who are going to get hurt are not me, but them."

He then looked at his other wives and sisters, comforting each with a pat.

Sam pointed at the corrupted men, then directed his finger at the incoming horde of beasts, not far from impact.

"As for these beasts, what can a bunch of corrupted beasts do to me?" His smile widened, momentarily captivating all the women in the area.

His figure soared into the sky, leaving behind his wives and other younger generation kids looking at his back as if he were a warrior about to enter war.

"You said I have to be a Battle Monarch to even escape this situation, right?" Sam asked, but no one answered him.

No one took his words seriously.

After all, there was a significant difference between major realms of cultivation.

Even if he were a Supreme Cultivator, he was still a Nascent Soul Realm expert.

While he might have the ability to fight against Dao-seeking realm cultivators, he couldn't match a Battle Monarch.

He might have a chance against a Battle Monarch if he reached Spirit Severing Realm.

This too was only because he was a Supreme Path cultivator. If it were an ordinary cultivator, they would lose miserably against a Battle Monarch.

"I just have to reach the Battle Monarch realm, right?" Again, no one took him seriously, except for some like his wives and family members who thought he might actually do it.

"Hmm," Sam smirked before the spiritual energy in the hundreds of kilometers suddenly surged towards the arena like a forest fire ravaging through the woods, turning them into ashes.

"Is he seriously going to sever his spirits now?" a vampire exclaimed in shock. Only this vampire knew how much work he put into severing his spirits.

As everybody knew, each realm is different, and each realm has its own specialty.

To reach the Nascent Soul realm, one had to create Daoist Souls in their inner world, with the limit of souls being 11.

Of course, only a Supreme Path cultivator like Sam could achieve something as absurd as creating 11 Daoist souls.

The next realm of cultivation, the Spirit Severing realm, is achieved by severing the souls one created in their inner world.

It was as simple as that, but achieving it is anything but simple.

Sam closed his eyes and felt the changes in him.

In his inner world, the 10 different colored souls corresponding to the 10 elements of nature and a golden-colored soul reacted to his action and buzzed with power.

In the outer world, his body was covered in bright lights, his eyes still closed.

Then the 11 souls inside his inner world, as if being summoned, manifested in the outer world outside his body.

They were the same size as him, looking exactly like him, possessing an otherworldly charm.

The spiritual energy surged into his body, shocking everyone because of the sheer amount, comparable to a low-level sage.

That's how much energy was being concentrated on him.

The 11 colored souls stood next to each other, and a thin and weak line connecting the souls to each other became visible.

"Sever," the spiritual energy suddenly blasted into all directions as ripples were released from the 11 souls one after another.

The thin line began to crumble into thousands of particles, disappearing into the air.

As soon as it did, the souls, as if released from a grip, separated from each other and surrounded Sam in a circle.

Each soul buzzed with incredible energy, facing outward towards Sam as if protecting him.

"He actually severed his spirits in a situation like this?" All the younger generation kids were beyond imagination, not just because he successfully severed his nascent souls but because of the number of souls he severed.

"Just look at those souls, there are 11 of them, and they are much bigger than usual, especially the golden-colored one."

"So, this is what a Supreme Path cultivator looks like?" another one commented.

"My darling is so amazing," Lenora's eyes sparkled with love and excitement.

"He is our husband after all," Yuna commented.

"I still worry about him facing those beasts," Ophelia said with concern.

Before anyone could think or speak further, another golden spark of light began to cover his existence.

This time, it was not spiritual energy that was surging; it was Dao sparks of numerous daos spiraling out of his body like mist.

"This is..."

"No, how is this possible?"

"Didn't he just sever his nascent souls?"

"Is he trying to manifest his Dao lotus just like this?"

Everyone is shocked beyond their wildest imaginations.

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