Ace looked at the new sigil in front of him, and despite his shock, he knew it was far more profound than the previous one.
âCould it be the first sigil was merely a surface legacy or a guide for ordinary cultivators. But this... this is the true inheritance of the Prosperity Law? A layered legacy? Hidden behind a barrier?
But how did I manage to bypass the first legacy? Could it be related to my real body?â
Aceâs eyes gleamed as this was the only explanation he could think of.
With a hint of anticipation, Ace stepped forward. As he did, runes surged out of the second sigil, forming a golden barrier etched with ancient characters he slowly comprehended.
A new understanding of Prosperity Law began to unravel within his mind:
"True Prosperity is born from Seized Fortune...
"Exchange is a Mask. Theft is Truth...
Aceâs heart skipped a beat.
âWhat...?â
This second legacy wasnât just about fair trade, shared abundance, or balanced growth. It was about underlying control, manipulation of value, and reaping without sowing...it was aligned with his own path of theft!
âSo, the Prosperity Law isnât wholly righteousâit has a shadow principle hidden beneath its golden shine...â
Ace was astounded. Perhaps only someone like himâa Heavenâs Stealer, one who walks the fine line between law and transgressionâcould perceive this hidden truth.
âIs this why the monolith reacted to me...?â
The realization dawned on him.
The Prosperity Law wasnât just a law of tradeâit was a profound structure of spiritual economy, and like all systems of wealth, it had exploitative roots.
The true Prosperity Legacy wasnât meant to be understood by those who simply cultivated wealthâit was meant for those who could control it.
At this moment, the second sigil glowed faintly, as if acknowledging his presence, and then new information began transmitting again as he paid attention.
"Create abundance to bind loyalty...
"Deprive to increase dependence...
"Give freely to build illusions of generosity...
"Only the unseen hand prospers eternally...
Aceâs mind reeled as his understanding deepened beyond what any disciple of the Prime Heavenly Wealth King Sect had likely ever known. This was most likely the Forbidden Doctrine of Prosperity and should only be known to people like the Matriarch.
Even the Matriarch couldnât have imagined that Ace would bypass the powerful barrier and come into contact with the true essence of the Prosperity Law Legacy.
Ace didnât know how long he remained there. Hours? Days? Time had lost meaning as he was deeply immersed in the Prosperity Law.
At this moment, the second golden sigil dimmed as its last rune melted into Aceâs soul. A ripple surged through the space.
Ace hovered in the golden plane, eyes closed, breath steady. His mind brimmed with insightsâconcepts of unseen control, truths of illusory generosity, and the dark marrow of prosperity itself. He had grasped it. All of it.
The forbidden doctrines had become part of him, and now his understanding of the Prosperity Law was probably as deep as that of the Sword Law.
At this moment, all of a sudden, the golden plane shivered. A deep chime echoedânot from the sigil, but from somewhere beneath this mysterious space.
Aceâs eyes snapped open. The jade-like ground cracked in a perfect circle beneath him, golden light bleeding upward. The second sigil split apart, and through the fissure, darkness lined with gold awaited.
Aceâs eyes shimmered. "Another layer?" After a moment of hesitation, he descended with determination.
A moment later, he emerged into a new space.
Unlike the glowing vastness before, this place was ancient and dim, with ethereal lights floating in the black space. Runes flickered across the blackened sky like drifting lightning, and the air buzzed with silent chants.
But what shocked him was that before him stood three monumental constructs!
The first one was a towering obsidian slate engraved with a cultivation technique in runes that pulsed with a golden hue, and his heart raced when he read âProsperity Scripture of Wealth.â
It was exactly the main cultivation technique of the Prime Heavenly Wealth King Sect, and it seemed to be in its most authentic state.
âWasnât this technique in the Scripture Hall, or is that technique a copy?â
The more Ace thought, the stronger he felt he was right.
He then looked at the second construct, a floating three-ring array, each ring radiating a unique aura. Now that he had comprehended the Prosperity Law, he instantly knew what it was.
âThey are...they are mystic ability of the Prosperity Law!â
Ace was in disbelief because he never expected mystic abilities to appear in this form. The Law Legacy has left him shaken.
Then he looked at the final construct. At the far end, suspended above an altar of runes, was a sealed item wrapped in nine chains filled with profound law and flickering between states of matter and spirit.
Aceâs breath caugh
t, âThis...this should be the true Prosperity Law Legacy. A Cultivation Technique, Mystic Abilities, and even a Treasure...but why would this treasure was left behind here?â
He was confused.
But then all of a sudden, he stopped cold. Because he wasnât alone. Before the obsidian slate, kneeling in a meditative trance, was a handsome young man with long golden hair.
He was draped in long golden robes embroidered with the PHW King Sectâs sigil, which marked him as a Prosperity Disciple.
His presence wasnât overwhelming, but it
felt
established, as if he was connected with the obsidian slate. What shocked Ace was that this young man was also a human.
The young manâs energy flickered like a controlled flameâstable and intense. His hand rested on the slate, golden runes flowing from it into his palm and between his closed eyes.
Aceâs eyes narrowed.
âWho is he? Since he can also appear in this place like me, he has to be someone with a deep secret. Right now, heâs absorbing the cultivation technique... but how long has he been here?â
At this moment, suddenly, a soft hum spread from the treasure at the altar. The nine chains trembled, reacting to Aceâs presence.
All of a sudden, the kneeling man twitched ever so slightly, his brow furrowing, and the next moment, his eyes sprang open!