[Territory Prompt: "Completed inheritance trial. Transferred to RRR-level occupation: Inheritor."]
[Territory Prompt: "Awakened talent: Chaos Polar Body."]
[Territory Prompt: "Unlocked RRR-level qualification."]
[Territory Prompt: "Obtained special item: Multicolored Divine Stone."]
Zhou Yan stands on the Primordial Temple's endless bridge. The golden vortex—Fuxi's trial—is gone, claimed forever.
"Fuxi said we'd meet again," he murmurs, eyes burning. "Not a dream?" The temple's mysteries nag—could it have sent him to Earth's primal past? Legends of Fuxi and Nuwa linger, their fates unknown.
"Canglan, the lord world, Earth—linked somehow," he muses. "Strength will unveil it." He whispers, "Nvdi, are you out there?"
In a distant void, a jade coffin holds a woman, still across eons. Her form stirs faintly.
"I'm stronger than ever," Zhou Yan marvels, checking his stats:
[Name: Zhou Yan]
[Gender: Male]
[Age: 18]
[Race: Human]
[Nationality: Dragon Kingdom]
[Level: 10]
[Upgrade Requirement: 1,500 soul coins]
[Charm: 21]
[Luck: 21]
[Strength: 141.9]
[Physique: 120]
[Agility: 121.3]
[Spirit: 124.2]
[Reputation: 300]
[Occupation: Inheritor (Bears human legacy, learns all skills)]
[Talent: Chaos Polar Body]
[Skill: Seven Star Swordsmanship]
[Qualification: RRR]
[Cultivation: RRR Yin-Yang Fortune Art]
[Realm: Martial Dao Fifteen Heavens, All Attributes +20%]
Strength, agility, physique, and spirit leap by 100; charm and luck climb 10. "Terrifying gains," he breathes. The trial forged him.
His mental scroll, beyond the Yin-Yang Fortune Art, holds more: beast patterns, Fuxi's glyphs, sky-mending visions. Each marks the world's essence, etched indelibly. "This scroll's no trifle," he thinks, its depths awaiting greater power.
[Territory Prompt: "First lord to change jobs in trial. +100 reputation points. Announce territory, name, nationality?"]
Zhou Yan picks "No."
[Newcomer Trial Announcement: "Territory [REDACTED], lord [REDACTED], nationality [REDACTED] first to change jobs. +100 reputation points."]
Chats erupt:
"This mystery guy's on TV again—fourth time! Show your name!"
"Maybe not the same person. World's big—could be four lucky souls."
"First only gets announced. Second place? Invisible. Probably a new face."
"Level 10 and job-changed in days? Monster."
"I'm level three, grinding quietly."
"Day seven job change? Insane."
Zhou Yan's trial spanned 300 days—ten months—but only three days passed outside, per the temple's 100:1 flow. A decade's growth in moments.
He exits the temple, checking time: day seven, morning. At the Aura Bamboo House, Diao Chan, basket brimming with Spiritual Field produce, spots him. "You're back!" she beams, rushing over.
"Thanks for holding things down," Zhou Yan says. "Any trouble?"
"None," she replies. "Today's monster siege was brief—5,000 strong, but no threat."
She recaps: the territory hummed smoothly, though monster waves grow fiercer daily.
Zhou Yan nods, relieved. His Inheritor path—guardian of humanity's future—feels heavier now. The divine stone in his grasp, Fuxi's parting words, Nvdi's tears—they anchor him.