Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14084 Heavenly Evolution God Lord
Ling Xiao lowered his head slightly and murmured softly to his stomach, his voice tinged with anxiety and helplessness:

"Hey, Senior Demon King, it's already this late, aren't you going to give me any response?"

Think of a way!

The situation outside is extremely critical. If we don't come up with a solution soon, we're all doomed!

As if touched by Ling Xiao's call, the Demon King trembled slightly.
Immediately afterwards, a vague thought, tinged with helplessness and seemingly mixed with weariness, emerged:
"Method?"

How about I destroy the Heavenly Abyss Sanctuary for you?

With my strength, wiping them out wouldn't be difficult.

But that would attract even more powerful enemies, which my clone can't handle..."

"The world is full of powerful figures. If I were to destroy the Heavenly Abyss Holy Hall, the commotion would surely alert those old monsters hiding behind the scenes. At that point, we would truly be in dire straits."

Upon hearing the Demon King's words, Ling Xiao's lips twitched slightly, and for a moment he was speechless, only able to utter a series of silent ellipses:

"..."

The Demon King seemed to sense Ling Xiao's helplessness and fell silent as well, followed by another series of silent ellipses:

"..."

In this eerie atmosphere, time seemed to freeze, and everything around became eerily quiet.

Suddenly, Luo Qianchen's cold, emotionless voice, like a final ultimatum, rang out.

The voice boomed like thunder, carrying an undeniable authority and decisiveness that drowned out all other noises.
"Yun Wuji, either take your young demon king and get out of this world!"

From now on, don't interfere in things here anymore, or don't blame me for being impolite!

"Or...today, I will bury you and everything you rely on into eternal damnation!"

I will show you that going against my Holy Temple was the biggest mistake you ever made!

The young demon king fell silent.

In his eyes, boundless humiliation and resentment surged like a raging tide.

He knew in his heart that retreating now would mean that his years of planning would be in vain and all his efforts would be in vain. He was really unwilling to give up like this.

But if they don't retreat... Yun Wuji alone can stop Luo Qianchen, who is wielding "Eternal Calamity" and is determined to kill, but the Holy Temple's power is immense. What if they send an even more powerful being?
At that time, they will be in a state of utter ruin.

The temple's heritage is unfathomable!

That hidden power is like an insurmountable mountain, inspiring awe.

At this suffocating stalemate, in the distance, at the edge of the shattered star field that had been swept away by the shockwave, space rippled silently like water.

The rippling space resembled a door about to open, subtly revealing a mysterious and dangerous aura, making one wonder what kind of being would emerge from those spatial ripples next...

In that chaotic world, ravaged by the aftershocks of battle and with fragments of space flying everywhere, a figure seemed to emerge leisurely from an ancient scroll spanning countless years, descending quietly upon this turbulent battlefield with a sense of mystery and serenity that transcends time and space.

She wore an elegant, snow-white long dress with cloud patterns, which fluttered gently in the breeze, like clouds dancing gracefully.

The cloud patterns on the skirt are delicate and exquisite, as if woven from the purest clouds in the world.

Her beauty was exquisite, like a snow lotus blooming on a snow-capped mountain peak, pure and noble, inspiring awe and reverence.

Her eyebrows were like distant mountains, her eyes like stars, her nose was straight, and her lips were red and small. Together, they formed an absolutely beautiful picture.

Her temperament was ethereal, as if untouched by the dust of the world, like a fairy from another pure world, otherworldly and refined.

She held no divine weapons or magical artifacts in her hands, neither swords that gleamed with cold light nor magical treasures that exuded a terrifying aura.

There was only one jade flute, its leaves a vibrant green, radiating vitality.

The jade flute was crystal clear, as if it were carved from the most precious jade in the world. It was engraved with some mysterious and ancient patterns and faintly emitted a light.

When she gently held the jade flute, it was as if she had become one with the entire world.

Her arrival was neither earth-shattering nor overwhelming, nor did it produce a deafening sound.

Strangely, the turbulent spatial currents around them seemed to be soothed by some mysterious force and gradually calmed down.

Those space fragments that were originally flying around freely seemed to have found their home and slowly came to a stop.

She was like a gentle spring breeze, dispelling the smoke and ferocity of the battlefield and bringing an indescribable tranquility, giving people's hearts a moment of peace.

Upon seeing this person, the pupils of several powerful figures in the Holy Temple camp, including Luo Qianchen, shrank sharply, as if they had seen the most terrifying thing in the world.

Their expressions instantly turned extremely serious, their faces became very solemn, and their already tense bodies became even stiffer, as if they were facing an unprecedented and enormous crisis.

Divine Master Tianyan—Su Lingyin!

This legendary figure, who was as elusive as a dragon, once held supreme power in the Heavenly Evolution Divine Court. Her name was renowned throughout the cultivation world, and her legend was widely circulated.

Her every move captivates countless people; her appearance often signifies an impending major transformation.

However, no one expected that this legendary figure would also appear on this battlefield at this moment!
Su Lingyin's gaze was gentle and warm, seemingly containing endless tenderness and wisdom, as if she could see through the hearts of everyone.

She crossed the shattered void, where traces of battle still lingered, and spatial rifts resembled terrifying gaping mouths, radiating a dangerous aura.

But her gaze remained unaffected, finally settling steadily on Luo Qianchen.

A faint smile appeared on her lips, a smile as warm and gentle as the first snow of spring, as if capable of melting away all the coldness in the world.
"We meet again, little girl."

Luo Qianchen narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze revealing a hint of wariness and indifference.

The phantom of the "Sword of Eternity" above her head still floated, its blade radiating a terrifying aura, as if warning those around her not to approach easily.

She remained silent, simply standing there, staring at Su Lingyin, as if pondering the other's intentions and next move.

Su Lingyin remained calm and composed, completely ignoring Luo Qianchen's cold words. Her gaze leisurely swept over the chaotic battlefield.

The once flat land is now uneven and pitted, with huge cracks like hideous scars across the earth.