Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14110 Abyss of Sacred Marks
The shimmering silver light at the edge, like a final struggle, was extinguished in an instant!
Space seemed to be smoothed out by an invisible hand, and the violently distorted ripples quickly subsided and returned to stability.

In the blink of an eye, the terrifying spatial portal completely closed and disappeared, as if it had never existed.

In the dark crevice of the mountain, only the sealed stone platform and a deathly silence remained, as if everything that had just happened was an illusion.

Inside the spatial passage!

What I saw was a bizarre and indescribable scene!
Countless twisted ribbons of light, like flowing colorful silk or shattered glass, were rapidly retreating, spinning, annihilating, and being reborn!
Color loses its meaning here, the perception of time and space is completely disrupted, and the concepts of up, down, left, and right are completely blurred!

The raging spatial turbulence was like billions of invisible yet incredibly sharp blades, emitting a piercing shriek as it frantically cut and tore at the layer of dark golden protective energy on Ling Xiao's body!

Chi Chi Chi -!
The dense cutting sounds were incessant, and countless fine ripples surged on the surface of the protective aura. The dark golden runes flickered under the impact, bearing unimaginable pressure.

However, Ling Xiao's body remained as stable as a pillar stabilizing the sea!
His powerful body, honed through countless trials, now displayed astonishing defensive capabilities!

The invisible blades formed by the spatial turbulence cut into the protective aura, with most of the force being neutralized or deflected by the aura.

Even if a few of them managed to penetrate the protective aura and touch his skin, they only left fleeting white marks, barely breaking through the skin!

The terrifying spatial storm, powerful enough to tear an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator to shreds, was unable to cause him any real harm at this moment!

Ling Xiao stood in the center of this chaotic and violent passage, his eyes sharp as an eagle's and his mind clear. He fully activated his protective aura, like a reef cutting through waves, carving out a path in this destructive torrent, and resolutely traversing towards the unknown "Abyss of Sacred Runes" at the end of the passage!

Inside the spatial passage, the bizarre and fantastical scenery rushed past, and the raging turbulence lashed at the protective aura like billions of invisible whips, emitting a continuous shriek.

However, Ling Xiao's attention was completely drawn to the aura emanating from the end of the passage.

It was an indescribable, increasingly clear aura, surging in like a tangible tide, fiercely impacting his mind!

desolate!

It was as if I had witnessed the extinction of countless stars throughout the ages, and felt the sorrow of the beginning of heaven and earth and its return to chaos.

It was an ancient aura that had been accumulated over countless eons, a feeling that even time itself seemed weary of.

Pathetic!
It was as if countless cries of resentment, wails of despair, and sighs of heroes at the end of their lives were intertwined, turning into an invisible lament that echoed deep within the soul, making people feel involuntarily heavy and sorrowful.

Endless sharpness!
Beneath this desolation and sorrow lies a terrifying sharpness capable of piercing the heavens and tearing apart the universe!
This sharpness is not merely a single kind of sharpness, but contains countless different kinds of "meaning".

It possesses the decisiveness to cleave through all things, the sharpness to pierce through the void, the domineering power to suppress the universe, and the scorching intensity to burn away the eight wastelands...

They intertwine, collide, and merge, forming an invisible ocean of "intention" filled with destructive will!

This aura was so vast, so complex, so terrifying!
This stirred Ling Xiao's mind, as if he were on the ruins of an ancient battlefield where countless divine weapons were buried, and even the God-Slaying Sword in his hand was strongly stimulated!

hum!
hum!
hum!
The God-Slaying Sword emitted a violent hum within Ling Xiao's body, its blade glowing with a blood-red light that flowed autonomously through him, staining the surrounding chaotic spatial currents with a faint crimson hue!
The buzzing sound was filled with extreme excitement, as if it had met a destined rival or comrade, and the sword intent was soaring, ready to break free from its sheath!

However, at the deepest part of this excitement, Ling Xiao keenly sensed an extremely subtle... awe?
It was as if this fierce and incomparably ruthless sword, when faced with the aura at the end of the passage, couldn't help but feel a sense of instinctive fear and respect!
This discovery shocked Ling Xiao!

He immediately calmed himself and urgently asked in his mind:

"Senior! What exactly is this Abyss of Sacred Runes?!"

He desperately wanted to know what kind of place it was that could exude such a soul-chilling aura, even causing the God-Slaying Sword to tremble!
However, there was complete silence in my mind.

That ancient, hoarse voice, belonging to "Lei Ling," has completely disappeared.

It was as if the connection between the user and the sealed ancient sword was forcibly severed by the violent spatial forces the moment they entered the spatial passage.

Just as Ling Xiao's heart sank slightly, the strange "green spirit" that had been quietly resting on his body emitted a warm and gentle light, and a slightly ethereal voice, carrying endless memories and a sense of vicissitude, slowly rang out in his sea of ​​consciousness.

This sound is completely different from the metallic texture of "Thunder Spirit," and sounds more distant.

Green Spirit's voice seemed to transcend endless time and space, slowly saying:

"An ancient battlefield ruin...where countless terrifying holy runes were buried and countless holy rune masters perished."

Its voice was deep, each word seemingly weighing a ton: "A sacred rune's tomb, also a sacred rune master's... testing ground and place of opportunity."

The Tomb of the Holy Mark!
The training ground and place of opportunity for Saint Rune Masters!
These few words paint a picture that is both incredibly cruel and incredibly tempting!
Ling Xiao felt a chill run down his spine!

A chill, accompanied by immense curiosity, instantly gripped him.

He immediately pressed for an answer, his voice unusually grave:
How dangerous is it?
How old is it?

He needs to weigh the options and determine what kind of dangerous trap he is about to step into!
Within her sea of ​​consciousness, Green Spirit remained silent for a moment.

The silence seemed to be retrieving suitable words from the vast river of memory, or perhaps it was allowing Ling Xiao to digest the terrifying weight contained behind that simple description.

Finally, Green Spirit's voice rang out again, carrying a complex meaning—a mixture of pity and awe—that Ling Xiao could not fully comprehend at this moment:
How dangerous is it?

Green Spirit's voice seemed to carry a hint of a sigh, "I don't know how to make you truly understand..."

The 'danger' there is not simply a matter of being surrounded by knives and fire or trapped in spatial confinement.

That was the very law of the Holy Runes itself raging, wailing, and devouring each other!

It is a devastating storm formed by the collision of the lingering unwillingness of countless fallen holy rune masters and the out-of-control holy runes, a storm powerful enough to distort cognition and obliterate existence!

One wrong step, and even existence itself might be erased without a trace, and reincarnation would become a distant dream.

It paused, and the sense of vicissitude it contained seemed to deepen even more:

"As for how ancient..."

Green Spirit's voice became extremely distant, "The long river of history as you know it, the rise and fall of dynasties, the rise and fall of sects, the rise and fall of the strong..."