Later, when I wandered the continent, I met the Xuanming White Tiger, my lifelong companion.
Using what I learned, I evolved that art into the White Tiger Xuanming Scripture, also an advanced Earth-tier cultivation method, but better suited for ice attribute users.
This scroll contains both the scripture and a matching Earth-tier battle technique...my life's greatest achievement."
He flicked the scroll, sending it toward Xiao Yan.
"If you one day reach the realm of a Dou Venerable.....or beyond—return this scripture to the Four Saints Sect.
Let it serve as my final offering to the sect."
Xiao Yan nodded lightly and cupped his hands. "If opportunity allows, I will see it returned to your sect."
The old phantom smiled, visibly relieved.
Then, with another wave, a peculiar badge appeared in his hand.....a white tiger engraved upon its surface.
It was cast from some unknown metal. Though just an insignia, staring too long made one feel as though a ferocious tiger slumbered within.
"When my life neared its end, my Xuanming White Tiger companion still had time left.
I released it into the Magical Beast Mountain Range, to rule freely.
Now that you are my successor, you may summon it again.
Before I fell, I made it promise to protect my heir for ten years.
Show this emblem, and it should recognize you."
Xiao Yan's expression stayed calm, though inwardly he sighed.
"...That might be a problem
When he became Emperor in his previous life, countless strong beings had come to pay respects...but not a single eighth-rank Xuanming White Tiger.
Only two of the seventh rank had appeared, likely descendants.
Perhaps the original one had already died of old age long ago.
Still, those two might be worth meeting. The current Magical Beast Mountain Range was ruled by a brother-sister pair of White
Tigers.....and the Myriad Beast Spirit Flame was said to be in their possession.
As he thought this, the phantom raised his hand once more.
In the distance, the Ice Spirit Lotus above the Frozen Heart Pool swayed gently.
"When I found this place, it was because of the Ice Spirit Spring beneath it.
That spring is the true treasure of this tomb.
And within it, the Ice Spirit Lotus.....a rare treasure even I valued greatly."
Xiao Yan nodded. Indeed, Ice Spirit Springs were rare even for Dou Saints.
An ice-based sect with such a spring could rise at least several times faster than normal.
Even for half-saints, such a treasure was rare fortune...a source of endless cultivation energy.
The Ice Spirit Lotus born within was proof enough of its power.
"These three...this scroll, the emblem, and the Ice Spirit Lotus...are my most valuable possessions.
But remember this: with your current strength, do not flaunt any of them.
Otherwise, fortune will turn to disaster."
Xiao Yan nodded in agreement.
The legacy of a half-saint could make even Dou Emperors go mad with greed.
Even the weakest item here could bring ruin if revealed.
The White Tiger Venerable never expected that his inheritance would fall to a mere Dou Practitioner.
Nor could he have imagined that the young man before him was actually a reincarnated master...once far stronger than himself.
"Hehe… With these treasures, as long as you stay cautious, perhaps one day, the Dou Qi Continent will see another Dou Venerable rise."
The phantom smiled, his form growing increasingly transparent.
"To meet a youth more gifted than I once was… that alone is a joy."
With that, his image faded completely into nothingness.
Xiao Yan stared for a long moment before finally cupping his fists and bowing toward the towering statue.
Though his current realm far surpassed the man's, this was the first true resource he had gained since his rebirth.
It was only right to pay his respects.
Most cultivators left their legacies to their sects or clans. Few hid treasures like this old man had.
"Perhaps… he had his reasons," Xiao Yan mused softly.
Whatever those reasons, at least this legacy was genuine and safe.....something he had confirmed in his past life before ascending to the Greater World.
That was why he had chosen this tomb first.
With his past knowledge, he knew all the great opportunities across the northwest...but also their deadly traps.
The White Tiger Venerable's tomb, by contrast, was safe.
"Four Saints Sect…" he murmured.
He knew that name well. Formed by four ancient Dou Saints, the sect was among the strongest in the southwest.....second only to the Pill Tower and the Soul Hall in Central Plains.
Now, with the old man's figure completely gone, Xiao Yan sighed softly.
"It seems he didn't leave his corpse here."
He chuckled faintly. "I've already taken enough; best not to covet the body too."
Still, he couldn't deny it.....a half-saint's corpse would be perfect for Yao Lao's restoration…
Pushing away the thought, Xiao Yan looked again at the treasures floating near the statue.
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