The sign-in system hit me and took my country away

Chapter 179 Obtaining inheritance

The walls on either side of the corridor were covered in exquisite paintings. The brushstrokes were delicate, the colors vibrant, and each stroke seemed to hold an endless charm. Upon closer inspection, one would discover that these paintings seemed to exude an ethereal aura, immersing oneself in a fairyland.

"This can't be some immortal palace!" Nangong Jingming muttered to himself with some doubt. He had always been a staunch atheist, never believing in the existence of gods. However, after meeting Su Siyi, his views began to change. The mysterious system in Su Siyi forced him to believe that gods might really exist. And the mysterious palace before him made him deeply doubt his former beliefs.

He slowly gazed across, his eyes filled with curiosity and wonder. The exquisite murals seemed to tell an ancient and mysterious story. Then, he slowly turned back, and the murals seemed to unfold more and more like a magnificent epic, telling the story of a group of people who undertook a series of earth-shaking deeds to protect the world. In this story, countless people sacrificed themselves to protect the world, and their courage and dedication were moving.

Nangong Jingming was immersed in thinking about the story of the mural, when suddenly, a very slight noise reached his ears. He instantly became alert and quickly looked back, only to find that a figure in a white robe had appeared behind him. The figure stood there quietly, like a ghost, silent and giving people a mysterious feeling. Nangong Jingming stared at the other person nervously, his eyes fixed on the vague outline, trying to identify the other person's identity. "Who are you?" Nangong Jingming mustered up the courage and asked with a slightly trembling voice. The fact that he could appear behind him silently proved that this person was very powerful.

The man in white did not answer his question, but slowly raised his hand and waved it towards Nangong Jingming. In an instant, an extremely powerful force wrapped Nangong Jingming tightly like a tide. He only felt that his body became extremely light, as if it had lost weight, and the whole person was floating in the air like a feather. Then, the scene in front of Nangong Jingming began to change rapidly, and colorful light and shadow intertwined, dazzling. Finally, the scene stopped in front of a huge mural. This mural was magnificent, and the characters in the painting were lifelike, as if they were about to walk out of the picture at any time.

"Who is this? What do you want?" Nangong Jingming asked, looking at the white-robed figure with some confusion. His eyes were filled with confusion and vigilance, and he secretly speculated about the purpose of this mysterious white-robed figure. "Look at him," the white-robed figure commanded in a low voice, at the same time indicating Nangong Jingming to look at the person in the mural.

Nangong Jingming wanted to ask something, but in the end, he was completely powerless to resist and could only passively watch the lifelike figure on the mural. His eyes were fixed on the figure in the mural, his heart filled with curiosity. As he looked, he felt that the person in the mural looked familiar, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't remember who this man looked like.

"He is the Nangong family's Patriarch Yu. You are his descendant. Whether he can recognize you depends on your own ability." The white-robed man said this and directly cut Nangong Jingming's index finger. A tiny wound appeared, and blood slowly flowed out. Then, the white-robed man gently flicked the blood, causing it to fly towards the mural. The drop of blood drew a beautiful arc in the air, as if carrying Nangong Jingming's fate, flying towards the mysterious mural.

After absorbing Nangong Jingming's blood, the man depicted in the mural underwent a mysterious transformation. The previously motionless mural began to ripple subtly, as if infused with a mysterious power. Soon, the ripples intensified, and the man within began to stir. At first, the movements were subtle, like the tentative movements of a man awakening from a deep sleep. Over time, the man's movements became more pronounced, each subtle movement imbued with an indescribable majesty.

Nangong Yu, who was inside the mural, slowly opened his eyes in a burst of mysterious light. His gaze was deep and sharp, as if it could penetrate everything. Then, he took a firm step and walked out of the mural step by step. The mural seemed to be a door connecting two worlds, and Nangong Yu was like a hero who walked out of an ancient legend. He came in front of Nangong Jingming and stared at him quietly.

"You're actually practicing!" Nangong Yu frowned slightly, and quickly sensed Nangong Jingming's physical condition, then said with some surprise. His voice was low and powerful, with the majesty of a long-time superior.

"I'm practicing Tai Chi," Nangong Jingming said without hesitation. His eyes were firm, and his tone was full of confidence. He knew that in front of this mysterious ancestor, he couldn't be timid.

He couldn't hide even the slightest bit, because he could clearly sense, as if possessing a mysterious power of insight, that he could easily discern whether what he said was true or not. Since he couldn't lie, he naturally chose to be honest.

"Tai Chi, since you are practicing the most ancient form of Tai Chi, that's truly remarkable. You know, this ancient form of Tai Chi contains endless mysteries and power. And my legacy needs to be inherited by you." The man suddenly smiled gently at him, a smile that seemed to conceal the vicissitudes of life and endless expectations. Then, the man slowly raised his finger and gently tapped directly between his eyebrows. In that instant, it felt as if a mysterious power surged from the man's fingertips and instantly flooded into his mind.

"My legacy depends on you to inherit. Your world will soon usher in a revival of spiritual energy. By then, countless troubles will follow. You must stick to your heart, always be the true self, and not be swayed by the disturbances and temptations of the outside world." After the man said these words to Nangong Jingming in a serious tone, his figure disappeared quietly like a dream bubble.

Nangong Jingming was dizzy from the overwhelming amount of knowledge that came at him like a tide. His body shook involuntarily for a few times, and then he lost consciousness.

The man in white robe looked at the murals that had not changed, then took Nangong Jingming out of the palace.