Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14008 Major Changes Occur in the Outside World
He is like a sculpture that has weathered many storms, blending into the mountain rocks, sitting here quietly for who knows how many years.

His hair and beard were already white, like frost and snow, scattered messily over his shoulders, swaying gently in the wind.

His face was etched with deep wrinkles, the marks left by time, each wrinkle seemingly telling a story untold.

In an instant, the space in front of the old man seemed to be violently kneaded and distorted by an invisible giant hand.

A mysterious wave spread rapidly like ripples, causing the air to tremble wherever it went.

This fluctuation carried an ancient and mysterious power, as if it came from another unknown world.

Then, the old man slowly opened his eyes.

Those eyes were originally closed, as if hiding endless depth and mystery.

When he opened his eyes at that moment, a cold glint flashed in them, like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath, carrying a fierce killing intent and majesty.

His gaze seemed to pierce through the layers of clouds and mist, discerning everything in the world.

His voice was deep and cold, as if it came from an ice cellar: "Who is so arrogant as to challenge the majesty of the Holy Temple?"

The sound echoed among the mountain peaks, causing the surrounding clouds and mist to dissipate.

After saying this, he gently shook his body, and the moss on his body fell off like snowflakes.

As the moss fell, his aura surged instantly, as if a sleeping dragon had suddenly awakened.

A powerful aura emanated from him, causing the surrounding air to freeze.

Then, he strode down the mountain, each step steady and powerful, as if stepping on the hearts of all living beings.

The figure gradually faded into the distance, leaving only a resolute silhouette as it disappeared into the clouds.

……

Meanwhile, in that vast and boundless sea of ​​stars, countless stars twinkled, like dazzling gems inlaid on the black sky.

The vast sea of ​​stars is boundless and full of mystery and the unknown.

Brilliant nebulae drift like ribbons in the sea of ​​stars, their vibrant colors a breathtaking sight.

A silver-haired man walked with his hands behind his back, stepping on the stars.

He wore a long, dark robe, its light fabric billowing in the wind, making him appear like a ghost in the night sky.

The robe was embroidered with delicate silver patterns, which shimmered faintly under the starlight.

His hair cascaded down his shoulders like a waterfall, as white as snow, exuding a noble and mysterious aura.

A uniquely shaped scimitar hung at his waist. The blade was curved like a crescent moon, its edge gleaming with a cold light, as if it could cut through everything in the world.

Beside the scimitar hangs an ancient jade flute, its entire body crystal clear, radiating a soft light, as if containing endless music and emotions.

Suddenly, the starlight around us began to flicker violently, and the once calm sea of ​​stars instantly became turbulent.

The space trembled violently, as if an invisible hand was stirring it up.

The stars trembled, as if they might fall at any moment.

The silver-haired man stopped, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze sharp as he scanned his surroundings, trying to find the source of this strange activity.

A moment later, a meaningful smile appeared on his lips, a smile that carried a hint of amusement and anticipation:
"Tsk tsk tsk, they dare to provoke the Heavenly Abyss Sanctuary?"

"Interesting. It seems that a great upheaval is about to unfold in this world."

Having said that, he gently stroked the curved sword at his waist, the movement soft and elegant, as if he were caressing his beloved.

As he stroked it, the scimitar emitted a soft hum, as if responding to his call.

Then, his figure gradually disappeared into the sea of ​​stars, leaving only a faint afterimage that slowly dissipated under the starlight.

……

Inside a dark and deep underground cave, a damp and ancient atmosphere permeated the air, as if time itself had slowed down.

The stone wall is inlaid with crystals that emit a faint blue light, a light that is dreamlike and illusory, as if it were projected from another mysterious world, illuminating the entire space.

The stalactites hanging from the cave ceiling are of various shapes and sizes. Some are like sharp swords pointing straight to the ground, while others resemble fairies dancing gracefully. Under the glow of the blue light, they cast mottled shadows, adding to the mystery and eeriness of the cave.

In the center of the cave, a woman veiled in black sat kneeling within a magic circle.

The magic circle was composed of strange runes, which shimmered with a faint light that echoed the glow of the crystals on the stone wall.

The woman wore a light purple dress, the hem of which spread gently around the magic circle, like a blooming violet.

Her hands formed a mudra, her ten fingers slender and long, each movement precise and fluid, as if she were playing an invisible melody.

He muttered incantations in a low, mysterious voice, like an ancient incantation echoing in the air.

Suddenly, the magic circle shone brightly, and the originally faint light of the runes became dazzling, as if it would set the entire cave on fire.

An image appeared in the void, both blurry and clear, like a painting eroded by time yet restored by a magical power.

Upon seeing the image clearly, the woman's body trembled violently, her previously calm form instantly shaking as if she had suffered a tremendous shock.

She cried out, "How is this possible!"

"How dare others covet the sacred temple!"

The voice was filled with shock, anger, and disbelief, as if it had witnessed the most incredible thing in the world.

She stood up quickly, her movements hurried and flustered. The black veil fluttered gently with her movements, but it never truly concealed her face, making it impossible to discern her expression.

Her eyes, hidden behind the black veil, were filled with vigilance and unease. They were like those of a frightened deer, scanning her surroundings warily, as if danger might strike at any moment.

She walked quickly toward the cave exit, her steps hurried and powerful, each step making a crisp sound on the hard stone slabs that echoed in the silent cave.

At this moment, a hoarse voice came from deep within the cave, a voice that seemed to emanate from the ancient stone walls, carrying a sense of vicissitude and majesty: "Disciple, where are you going?"

The woman in black veil stopped, turned slightly to the side, and said in a deep voice, "Master, there has been a great change in the outside world, and this disciple must go and investigate!"

Her voice was firm and resolute, as if she were ready to face any difficulties.

After a moment of silence, as if deep in thought, the voice finally said slowly, "Be careful."

The voice carried a hint of concern and worry, yet also a sense of trust and reassurance.

The woman responded with a sound of gratitude and determination.

Then, her figure quickly disappeared at the end of the cave, leaving only a faint afterimage and the gradually receding footsteps that faded into the dark cave.

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Inside Batian City, amidst the hustle and bustle, Ling Xiao seemed to be in another world, immersing himself in cultivation day and night.

This city has always been a gathering place for martial artists. You can often see martial artists exchanging skills and having lively discussions on the streets and alleys. However, Ling Xiao turned a deaf ear to these lively scenes and devoted himself to cultivation.