Jason Bolton patted his own left hand with his right, showing clear confusion for the first time. This situation was just too bizarre—there were future pillars of the four sects, ordinary disciples, low-ranking incense masters, and even menial monks who swept the floors. It was truly impossible to discern the selection criteria.

Emily Carter pursed her lips, her petite and upright nose wrinkling as she gave a wry smile. “I originally thought this was aimed at disciples from various sects visiting Shaolin, but who would have guessed that even Incense Master Yan is here…”

Lucas let out a cold laugh. “Regardless of whether those present have anything in common, how many people could silently take us away from Shaolin? Hmph, Master Kongwen, third on the Heavenly Ranking—even Senior Chonghe, who has attained the ‘Pure Yang Dao Body,’ couldn’t pull this off!”

He was still directing his suspicions at Shaolin, though he couldn’t figure out why they would do something so strange.

Dong!

A melodious bell rang out, drawing everyone’s gaze to the center of the white jade plaza.

“Welcome to the Samsara World!”

“There are endless dangers here, but you can also obtain everything you desire!”

A grand, icy voice floated over with the bell, making Eric Bennett frown. Had he seen or heard of a situation like this somewhere before?

“Who are you? Show yourself!” Lucas stomped his foot and dashed toward the center as fast as a galloping horse, but it was empty—there was nothing there.

“You may call me the ‘Master of Six Paths of Reincarnation,’” the voice continued.

Eric Bennett instinctively turned his head and happened to see Emily Carter and Jason Bolton’s eyes shining brightly, dazzling like purple lightning in the darkness, focused and intent on the source of the voice.

Then, they exchanged a glance and shook their heads.

Eric Bennett’s heart sank. Could they not find the source of the voice either?

Lucas pressed his right hand to the hilt at his waist, stopped, and shouted loudly, “Why have you brought us here?”

The grand, icy voice replied, “The wheel of fate turns. You will experience world after world, completing the tasks I assign and accumulating merit. Merit can be exchanged for anything you desire—peerless martial arts, divine weapons, immortal artifacts, longevity elixirs, heavenly treasures. If you’ve heard of it, it’s here. If you haven’t, it’s here too!”

“And after each mission, you will return to your own world, waiting for the next cycle of reincarnation to begin.”

Eric Bennett’s mouth hung half open, like an oxygen-starved carp. Wait, isn’t this the infinite flow genre? Aren’t I in a xianxia martial arts world? This doesn’t fit the style at all!

“Obtain everything we desire?” Lucas sneered, utterly dismissive of the “mysterious figure’s” claims.

He hailed from the “Xuantian Sect,” said to be the Dao lineage of the Heavenly Emperor, and was well-versed in secret techniques and rare treasures. He simply didn’t believe this inexplicable “Master of Six Paths of Reincarnation” could gather all those legendary items—some of them were in his own sect!

The “Master of Six Paths of Reincarnation” said nothing. From the high white jade dome, a curtain of light descended. At the very top, it read “Catalog of Peerless Divine Arts,” and on the first line below, it clearly stated:

“‘Tathagata Divine Palm’—complete edition. Exchange price: one million merit.”

“Tathagata Divine Palm…” Who here hadn’t heard of this peerless martial art? Everyone gasped in shock. After all, two of the great martial sects based their very foundations on incomplete versions of its techniques! It pointed directly to the supreme Dao of the Tathagata’s golden body!

Eric Bennett’s heart unconsciously began to burn with excitement, temporarily forgetting the “wrong genre” problem.

Next, Emily Carter read the second line aloud, her voice tinged with excitement: “‘Heaven-Severing Seven Swords,’ missing the third and sixth forms. Exchange price: seven hundred fifty thousand merit.”

Jason Bolton’s fists quietly clenched. The two fundamental divine arts of the Zhenwu Sect were both derived from the seventh form of the “Heaven-Severing Seven Swords”—“Dao Extinguished, Dao Born.”

Lucas was stunned at first, then sneered, “Missing the third and sixth swords? So it’s not really everything, is it…”

As he spoke, his laughter gradually faded. This way of specifying what was missing was actually more convincing than just listing everything, as if the things not missing truly existed!

“Only missing the third and sixth swords…” Emily Carter mouthed, her stunningly beautiful face radiant with dazzling light, as if pursuing the “Heaven-Severing Seven Swords” was her greatest dream.

The founder of the Sword-Washing Pavilion had also obtained the first form of the “Heaven-Severing Seven Swords”—“Slay Dao, See Myself”—by chance, and thus created the “Supreme Sword Canon,” a sword art that pointed directly to the Dao Body and Dharma Body realms, able to forge the “Supreme Dao Body.” Before his passing, he lamented three times that he had never seen the remaining six forms of the “Heaven-Severing Seven Swords.”

Eric Bennett swallowed hard, his gaze dropping down to see another familiar name: “‘Eight-Nine Arcane Art’—complete edition. Exchange price: nine hundred fifty thousand merit.”

“‘Eight-Nine Arcane Art’? How come I’ve never heard of that?” Lucas seemed to have forgotten his earlier mockery of the “Master of Six Paths of Reincarnation,” muttering in confusion.

Emily Carter, Jason Bolton, Qi Xia, and the others all shook their heads, indicating they hadn’t heard of it either.

But in Eric Bennett’s heart, he was screaming:

“Eight-Nine Arcane Art? Eight-Nine Arcane Art!”