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Chapter 685 - 410: The Proud Son of Heaven of This Era! _2

Chapter 685: Chapter 410: The Proud Son of Heaven of This Era! _2

The four dominant powers exchanged glances and took the lead in following.

In the deeper part of the high-altitude platform was an equally empty space, saved for a grand statue in the center — a tall figure wearing pure white armor and wielding a broadsword, whose face was indiscernible.

The Glorious Emperor!

The one who had led the Candela Empire to its peak, yet who also caused its sudden collapse and ruin.

Without a doubt, the Glorious Emperor was a profoundly great existence of high stature. However, some said that the emperor was too arrogant, attempting to deal with the indescribable Evil God, which led to the downfall of the Glorious Empire.

Opinions on this were varied.

After all, there was scant information about this emperor. Some myths even murmured that perhaps the Glorious Emperor was a woman. The statue they were looking at now seemed masculine, but given the vague features of the face, if one were to imagine a feminine face there... it wouldn’t seem out of place?

The trial officer, not being a mind-reader, was unaware that some myths were besmirching her revered and great emperor.

She cleared her throat to introduce, "The mythic trial has only one mode, which is one-on-one combat. Your opponent will be the culmination of our Candela Empire’s craftsmanship — a mythic-level combat golem ’Blade of Glory’! There are a total of 7 stages in the mythic trial, and you will face increasingly powerful, varied models of the Blade of Glory."

"Any myth is qualified to participate in the mythic trial without age restrictions. However, the rewards are tied to age."

As she spoke, she waved her hand, and light and shadow traced the form of a treasure in the air.

"Passing the first stage, you will get a participation reward of 3 God Crystals."

"Passing the second stage, you will get a mythic gift pack, the legacy of an epic Ability, and 10 God Crystals."

"Passing the third stage, you will get a large mythic gift pack, a legendary Strange Implement, and the complete information on an advanced technology, including artefacts, Strange Implements, items, potions, and so on."

Myths immediately coveted.

The technology of the Candela Empire they deeply desired was beckoning to them! Moreover, legendary Strange Implements and Ability legacies were incredibly precious; any one of them was worth striving for by myths.

Especially the epic Abilities — they were extremely coveted! Even the four dominant forces did not have this level of Land of Inheritance; they couldn’t build it, ah!

Even the basic participation reward ’3 God Crystals’ was certainly a vast fortune. The entire net worth of some myths might not match up to one God Crystal, let alone three!

And this was merely the reward for the first stage; wasn’t this just too easy to achieve?

However, the tone of the trial officer changed.

"I mentioned that the rewards are connected to age categories. Young myths under the age of 60 will receive the aforementioned rewards; myths aged from over 60 to under 120, the youth myths, will receive a reduced reward, that is, only starting from the second stage will you get the participation reward, and from the third stage, the small mythic gift pack."

"Middle-aged myths within 300 years of age will have their rewards reduced by another level; senior myths beyond 300 years of age will follow suit... Of course, we suggest that the senior myths not attempt the Land of Inheritance, as this place is a stage for the young myths."

The trial officer’s mocking tone was all too familiar to these heavenly myths by now; they were immune. She wasn’t a person and not worth concerning themselves over.

They could only sigh regretfully; indeed, the Land of Inheritance was generous, but not foolishly so. There was no such thing as easy money.

"Moreover, if young myths under 60 can pass the third stage, they will earn the right to participate in the ’strongest trial’ of our Candela Empire. For those over 60, the standards increase as previously mentioned."

Watching the myths from the post-Era of Mysteries with their eyes full of bewilderment, the trial officer continued:

"I don’t know much about the strongest trial, only that the nine Heavenly Pillars of our Candela Empire have left their legacies there. Any genius who passes the basic trials is eligible to go there. If any of you manage to go, you will reap immense benefits."

This was an understatement!

The myths of the four dominant powers were already aware that next to the Glorious Emperor of the Candela Empire were the nine great national pillars, the Heavenly Pillars. The legacies left by such figures were difficult to even conceive.

Other myths deduced something from the trial officer’s words.

It would be a colossal opportunity!

Of course, most myths knew their limits well; they definitely did not meet the Candela Empire’s standard for ’top-tier geniuses.’ They merely wanted to get something out of the Land of Inheritance and bring it back. That was enough.

A myth stepped forward from among the ranks.

"I will go!"

Yiluo Xi’s eyes widened as she stamped her foot furiously, "Damn it, someone got ahead of me!"

She had just been fantasizing about dominating the competition within the ’strongest forces,’ impressing the Candela trial officer, and achieving better and higher results than Youyou... She was so caught up in her fantasy that she momentarily lost her chance to go first.

This whoever-you-are, I will remember you!

...

The myth heading toward the high platform suddenly shivered. Was it nerves getting the better of him? Impossible, he was no longer a child.

As he shivered, the trial officer urged them on again. The myth didn’t dare delay and hurriedly moved forward.

After age verification, he fell into the second category; he was a ’youth myth’ who had passed 60 but not yet reached 120 years old. Of course, in his own eyes, he was definitely still at the peak of youth.

There he was, clad in epic-grade Strange Implements, holding a broadsword, with an earnest expression as he stared at a figure slowly rising in the distance.