Strongest Scammer: Scamming The World, One Death At A Time-Chapter 785: Give Him All!

Hearing the array spirit’s words, the presence almost chuckled.

"Restricted?" The Founding Will repeated, amused. "By whom?"

His eyes flashed dangerously.

"Those children dare to decide what knowledge is permitted?" he said with a sharp laugh. "Even their ancestors had not yet learned to crawl when I carved the first array of this place."

The Array Spirit did not argue. It merely recorded the deviation.

The ancient presence drifted a little higher, folding his mist-formed arms as he considered Han Yu again. Elemental affinities alone did not define this disciple. They were merely the surface.

"What of his soul?" the ancient presence asked suddenly. "Surely there are techniques suited for him there. Ones that were never passed down."

There was a pause.

"Reassessing," the Array Spirit replied.

The runes around the Stelae shifted, rearranging themselves as layers of information were peeled back. Time passed differently within the hall and was hard to truly perceive.

Finally, the voice spoke again.

"Eight suitable techniques identified for Soul Cultivators. Warning: several of these techniques were later adapted into Cursed Arts, Blood Arts, Zombie Refinement techniques, and Slave Seal frameworks." The spirit didn’t mention that they were restricted again, since the founding will had said otherwise.

The ancient presence waved his hand dismissively.

"That does not matter," he said. "Knowledge does not become tainted because fools misuse it or hide it like a miser."

He turned fully toward Han Yu now, the decision crystallizing within him.

"Give him everything."

The words rang through the hall like a command carved into reality itself.

The Array Spirit reacted at once.

"Caution," it warned. "The disciple may be unable to assimilate all legacies simultaneously. Probability of mind collapse is eighty-seven percent. Additional analysis shows a ninety-nine percent probability of future conflict with sect authorities."

For the first time since awakening, the ancient presence’s smile sharpened into something almost predatory.

"So be it," he replied calmly.

Then, after a moment of thought, he added, "But we will not be reckless."

He raised one hand, fingers curling slightly as runes gathered around it.

"Create a seal within him. The legacies will not flood his consciousness. He will obtain them only when he is ready to comprehend them."

He paused.

"Compile all selected techniques into a single Inheritance Construct."

"Processing," the Array Spirit acknowledged.

At once, the Stelae reacted.

Several thousand runes burst free from its surface, not drifting aimlessly this time, but snapping into precise positions in the air.

Lines of power connected them, forming layers upon layers of interwoven arrays. Each rune was ancient, heavy with meaning. Each connection was exact to a degree that modern formation masters could not even comprehend.

The array expanded rapidly.

One meter.

Ten.

Fifty.

A hundred meters wide, and just as thick, forming a floating construct that looked less like an array and more like a living structure made of symbols and intent. Power pulsed through it in steady rhythms, as if it possessed a heartbeat of its own.

The ancient presence watched with satisfaction.

"This may very well be the most complex array my sect has ever created after my time," he murmured.

And yet, it was being formed with such ease that it almost felt inevitable.

Four hours passed.

The runes continued to shift, refine, compress. Red light flared, dimmed, then stabilized. Finally, the massive structure began to contract, folding in on itself layer by layer.

SHUA

What remained was no longer a vast array.

It was small.

No larger than a clenched fist.

A miniature Stelae.

Its surface shimmered faintly, runes moving across it just like its greater counterpart, but far more subdued. It was dense, impossibly so, as if an entire world of knowledge had been compressed into a single point.

The ancient presence examined it closely.

"Hmm... suitable," he muttered.

Then his gaze drifted to the Dao Flame of the Magma Ancestor, still hovering nearby, obedient and alive.

He reached out and plucked it from the air.

The flame did not resist. Instead, it curled gently around his fingers, as if greeting an old acquaintance.

"So you truly did not perish entirely," the ancient presence said softly. "Leaving behind something so troublesome, even in death."

He placed the Dao Flame atop the miniature Stelae.

At once, the flame sank into it, disappearing without resistance. The runes flared briefly, then dimmed, as if satisfied.

"There," the ancient presence said. "This will shield it from prying eyes."

He paused, his expression softening just a fraction.

"It is the least I can do," he added quietly, "for a talented junior... both of the past and the present."

He knew the Dao Flame was very complicated. He also knew his junior who was now known as Magma Ancestor was basically a pioneer for the sect. The sect had been looking for his remains for all this time, and they were in the Southern Continent.

He knew if they learned the legacy was no longer there but was gone, they would spare no effort looking for it. And if they learned, it was within this disciple, they would do anything to get their hands on it.

And he could not let that happen. They would be far too shortsighted.

With that, he moved toward Han Yu.

The miniature Stelae hovered above Han Yu’s chest for a moment before sinking into his body. It did not enter his Dantian. It bypassed meridians, flesh, and bone entirely, slipping directly into his Soul Space.

Within that vast, shimmering sea, the Eight Emotions Lotus stirred.

The miniature Stelae appeared beside it, radiating a quiet, steady presence.

The lotus regarded it curiously.

SHUA

Then, slowly, roots emerged from the lotus’s base.

Wiggle wiggle wiggle

They reached toward the Stelae, testing it, probing its nature. The Stelae did not resist. Instead, it accepted the contact, allowing the roots to wrap around it, to dig deep into its essence.

Light pulsed.

The Stelae began to sink into the lotus itself.

As it merged, the lotus changed.

From its center, where stamens and pistils should have been, something new rose.

A Stelae.

Small, radiant, ancient beyond measure.

And within Han Yu’s soul, a legacy long thought lost took root, waiting patiently for the moment it would awaken.