Lei Chen's eyes fluttered open, and he found himself lying on the cold stone floor of the cave once again. The altar stood before him, the scroll still glowing faintly with golden light.
"You have passed all three trials," the War God's voice rumbled. "You are worthy of my legacy."
Lei Chen struggled to his feet, his body aching from the trials. He stared at the scroll, his heart pounding in his chest. This was it. The moment he had fought for. The moment that would change everything.
Slowly, he reached out and took the scroll in his hands. The moment his fingers touched it, a surge of power rushed through his body, filling him with warmth and energy unlike anything he had ever felt before. The War God's cultivation technique flowed into his mind, and with it came knowledge—knowledge of power, of strength, of an endless path of cultivation.
The War God's voice spoke one final time. "This is only the beginning, Lei Chen. The path ahead of you is long, and filled with trials even greater than those you have faced here. But you now carry the War God's legacy. Use it well."