Sign-In System: Starting With Invincible Physique

Chapter 57: Mountain of Treasures

"What... did you just say?" Zephyrus asked after a long silence, his voice crackling slightly.

"I said, I have already learned it." Rhain repeated without any fluctuations in his expression.

Zephyrus’s mind crashed.

Five minutes?

He learned an Epic-Grade martial art in five minutes?

"Impossible!" Zephyrus blurted out, losing his dignified composure. "Do you think you can deceive me? To fully comprehend the Heavenly Severing Palm requires mapping seventy-two distinct meridian channels simultaneously!"

Rhain didn’t argue.

Arguing was inefficient.

He simply raised his right hand.

The void in his dantian spun, and a pitch-black dark essence surged up through his arm, splitting flawlessly into exactly seventy-two distinct pathways in a fraction of a millisecond.

A devastating, highly compressed energy gathered in his palm, emitting an aura so sharp it felt as if it could sever the very fabric of space itself.

It was exactly the aura of the Heavenly Severing Palm.

And it had been executed with flawless perfection.

Zephyrus stared at the dark essence swirling in Rhain’s hand.

His jaw almost dropped to the floor.

For the first time in thousands of years, the ancient expert felt his worldview shattering before his eyes.

How could someone this monstrous exist?

Even the Sovereigns could not be as good as him at his age and realm, right?

Zephyrus looked at Rhain, and then uttered his words with a heavy tone.

"In my entire lifetime.. accross hundreds of empires, and so called heaven’s choosen, I have never seen a prodigy like you."

Perhaps, only those who knew Zephyrus could understand the weight of his words.

He slowly raised his muscular right arm.

A tiny flicker of spatial essence gathered in his palm, solidifying into a small silver key.

With a gentle wave of his hand, the silver key floated forward to Rhain.

Rhain reached out and caught it.

"This is the key to my main pocket dimension," Zephyrus explained solemnly. "The true inheritance ground will open in exactly one year. That key is the only thing that will grant you entry into that realm."

Rhain inspected the dark-gold key for a moment before safely storing it into his spatial ring.

"I understand."

"But do not be careless, Rhain," Zephyrus warned, "You are not the only one."

Rhain wasn’t surprised. Zephyrus had told it already that this was only one of the many trial grounds.

If he had passed the trial, then it’s obvious that others would have also passed it.

"As I said, I scattered hundreds of trial grounds across the entirety of the Verdane Continent," Zephyrus continued. "Over the years, there are other geniuses who have successfully passed my tests in other regions."

"The ones who passed my trials in the central regions are backed by ancient clans, and powerful empires. Most of them have already stepped into the Core Formation Realm, and there are even a few who have stepped into the Domain Master realm.

"Your talent is without doubt the greatest I have ever witnessed. But talent is not strength. If you enter the main dimension with your current strength, you won’t even last one move against any of them."

Domain Master Realm.

Rhain didn’t even know how high this realm was.

He only knew that there is Core Formation Realm after Spirit Manifestation Realm.

To any ordinary disciple in Greymist Town, the very mention of that realm was akin to mentioning a god.

Yet, Rhain didn’t show the slightest of fear.

"One year is enough."

Zephyrus stared at the Rhain’s calm, and fearless face.

Then he let out a low chuckle, "When I was young, I was as just like you, bold and full of confidence. If you want to walk this path of cultivation, you must have an invincible heart."

Zephyrus gestured to the bookshelves and heavy weapon racks lining the walls.

Hundreds of Uncommon, Rare, and even Epic-Grade resources sat quietly on those shelves.

"Everything you see here, the martial arts, the weapons, the spiritual herbs, and that pool of liquid essence..."

"All of this belongs to you now," Zephyrus declared. "Take it all with you. Use these martial arts and weapons to pave your invincible path. Do whatever it takes to grow stronger."

His body was beginning to dissolve into specks of silver light, the task of the soul left in this Hollow realm had been finsihed.

Zephyrus looked down at Rhain one last time.

The dignity of a peerless expert softened into the genuine, hopeful gaze of a master looking at a student.

"Grow stronger, Rhain," Zephyrus, "I truly wish for no one else but you to be my inheritor."

Rhain looked at Zephyrus’s disappearing figure, and then he did something that he rarely did.

He bowed slightly.

Regardless of whether he successfully obtained the final inheritance in a year or not, handing him this mountain of resources was already a massive favor.

With a smile, contended smile, Zephyrus’s illusory figure completely shattered into countless specks of silver light.

Rhain looked around, and walked toward the towering bookshelves.

He reached out and pulled a manual from the nearest shelf.

Rare-Grade.

He picked up another.

Rare-Grade.

His dark grey eyes swept over the massive rows of shelves.

There were at least hundreds of them!

Azure Cloud Sect guarded a single, Rare-Grade manual as their lifeline, restricting it only to the Sect Master.

Here, they were stacked carelessly like cheap firewood.

Rhain continued his search.

Deep within the center shelf, he found five manuals placed distinctively.

Epic-Grade!

He flipped them open one by one.

Two of them were cultivation techniques.

Rhain merely glanced at the meridian pathways before calmly shaking his head.

Although they were Epic-Grade and would make any expert in Greymist Town insane with greed, compared to the perfection of his Abyssal Sovereign Technique, they were simply far too inferior.

He shifted his attention to the remaining three.

One was an Epic-Grade Sword Art.

One was an Epic-Grade Saber Art.

And the last one was an Epic-Grade Movement Art.

Epic-Grade Martial Art: Star-Treading Steps]

Rhain’s dark grey eyes lit up slightly.

This really attracted his attention.

His current movement art, the Shadow Flicker Steps, was incredibly practical and perfectly suited to his dark essence.

However, it was ultimately restricted by its Rare-Grade limits.

He flipped open the Star-Treading Steps. Under the Eyes of Truth, the essence routing unfolded in his mind.

It was profound, but unlike the flawless martial arts rewarded by the System, this manual had visible flaws.

Minor bottlenecks existed in the energy circulation routes.

Still, its speed was vastly superior to his current movement art.

He decided to keep it.

He would correct those imperfections through his own practice later.

Rhain stored this martial art in his spatial ring.

He shifted his gaze to the other two Epic-Grade manuals—the Sword Art and the Saber Art. He did not use a sword or saber as a primary weapon.

However, an Epic-Grade martial art was not something one simply threw away like cheap cabbage.

He simply stored them away. If he ever chose to wield a weapon in the future, they would be useful.

But as he looked at the remaining hundreds of Uncommon and Rare-Grade manuals, the racks of ancient weapons, his brows furrowed slightly.

The storage ring Harmon had given him simply did not have the capacity to hold the entire treasury.

The Hollow Realm would forcibly close in exactly one day.

If he didn’t strip this place bare before the spatial vortex expelled them, he would really regret it.

Rhain turned around and walked out of the grand hall.