Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14111 Bone Burial Prison
"The history you know is perhaps just a drop of water in the long river of time, a fleeting moment in the grand scheme of things."

Those so-called 'strongmen' in your eyes, capable of moving mountains and filling seas, dominating a region, are nothing compared to the 'beings' who could leave their mark on that ancient battlefield, or even ultimately perish there...

Like fireflies in the dark night, gazing up at the vast sky at a bright moon!

Fireflies compared to the bright moon!

Green Spirit's words, like thunder from the heavens, exploded in Ling Xiao's sea of ​​consciousness!

It completely shattered his preconceived notion of what a "strong person" is!
An unprecedented sense of insignificance and an indescribable shock overwhelmed him instantly, like a cold tide!
Ling Xiao clenched his fists tightly at his sides, his knuckles turning slightly white from the force!
The aura emanating from the end of the passage was no longer a vague sensation, but rather a tangible torrent that fiercely washed over his soul!

That was... an overwhelming fighting spirit!

It is not singular, but rather a convergence of billions of distinct yet equally pure fighting wills!

It possesses an arrogant disdain for the world, an unyielding spirit, a resolute determination to perish together with the enemy, and a steadfast commitment to protect until death...

They are like countless invisible divine weapons, transcending the barriers of time and space, carrying the sharpness to annihilate stars and shatter eternity, piercing straight towards us!

It was as if they wanted to nail the soul of every person who stepped into this ancient battlefield to the pillar of shame, or force them to burn their lives and join this endless battle!

This fighting spirit is so strong that it can pierce the soul and cause the coward to collapse instantly!
However, under the onslaught of this torrent that was enough to crush willpower, Ling Xiao not only did not back down, but instead, a fierce battle ignited in his deep eyes!

That was not passive resistance, but a resonance and provocation from the depths of the soul!

A spirit that grows stronger in the face of adversity and a will to rival even the heavens!
The Abyss of Sacred Marks?

A graveyard for the strong?

The Trial Grounds for Saint Rune Masters?
it is good!
very good!
"The Abyss of Sacred Runes, I, Lingxiao... have arrived!"

Om-!
The dizzying sensation of distorted space and bizarre light suddenly disappeared, as if it had been forcibly smoothed out by an invisible hand.

A solid, yet unusually cold sensation came from beneath my feet.

Ling Xiao's figure had already appeared on a desolate wasteland that was so silent it was suffocating!
What he saw instantly captivated all his senses!

A palace of unimaginable size, awe-inspiring and terrifying, stands menacingly like an ancient beast crouching at the edge of a wasteland!

It is made entirely of an unknown, pitch-black boulder that seems to devour all light. The surface of the boulder is covered with rough and primitive textures, and between the cracks, there seems to be a viscous, solidified shadow slowly crawling and flowing!
The palace's shape is grotesque and twisted, unlike ordinary square halls. It looks more like it was forcibly pieced together from countless broken giant bones and twisted claws.

Several towering spires, like bloodstained fangs piercing the sky, have their tops hidden in the gray, leaden clouds that seem to have been frozen for millions of years.

A chilling and ominous aura, penetrating to the bone marrow, like an invisible tide of ice, emanated from every black stone and every crevice of the palace, heavily enveloping the entire wasteland.

All around was absolute silence!
There was no wind, no insect chirping, not a trace of life.

The air was as heavy as solidified lead, and every breath was accompanied by icy resistance, as if to freeze one's lungs.

Only the bone-chilling cold, which seemed to freeze the soul, silently and relentlessly eroded the skin. Even with Ling Xiao's strong physique, he subconsciously tensed his nerves, and a chill rushed from his tailbone straight to the top of his head!
Ling Xiao subconsciously tightened his black robe, trying to dispel the pervasive chill.

He surveyed the desolate, maddening wilderness, his gaze finally settling on the palace, a creation of a nightmare. His voice, rising in the frozen silence, sounded strangely abrupt and insignificant:
"Green Spirit, what... what kind of place is this?"

Even with his resolute will, he couldn't help but feel a sense of unease in the face of such a strange and oppressive environment.

Within his sea of ​​consciousness, the deep, hoarse voice of the Green Spirit immediately resounded. This time, its voice lacked the previous reminiscence and vicissitudes; instead, it carried an extremely rare, almost urgent, commanding tone. Every word struck Ling Xiao's mind like a heavy drumbeat:

"It doesn't matter where you are!"
fast!
Enter the hall!

This place is no place to linger!

Entering the palace?!
Ling Xiao's gaze instantly fell on the only entrance to the hideous palace: the huge, heavy gate, also carved from black stone and covered with twisted patterns!
The moment his gaze swept over the lintel directly above the giant gate, his pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinpoints!

Above the lintel, instead of a plaque, are two enormous ancient seal characters that look as if they were just written with hot, not yet fully congealed, viscous blood!
The blood was so thick it was almost impenetrable, emanating a nauseating, soul-crushing, and pungent stench. You could even see the illusion of blood droplets slowly wriggling and flowing along the edges of the writing!

Those two large, blood-stained characters, like a proclamation from hell, exuded boundless resentment and ominousness:
A sea of ​​sins, a hell of bones!

Ling Xiao's brows furrowed tightly, his gaze fixed on the four blood-stained characters "Nirvana Sea and Bone Prison," a feeling of extreme unease lingering in his heart.

The name itself carries immense resentment and bloodshed; it is by no means a benevolent place!

He couldn't help but ask in his mind:

"Senior, what exactly is the origin of this 'Sea of ​​Sin and Bone Prison'?"
That doesn't sound like a good place!

Within her sea of ​​consciousness, Green Spirit's deep, hoarse voice resounded, this time carrying an almost languid, reminiscent indifference, as if discussing a distant and insignificant old residence:

There's no need to make a fuss.

It was just... my old nest where I casually stayed for a while during my long slumber.

Its tone was as indifferent as if it were talking about an inn: "Go in, there's something you need inside."

"What I need?!"

These four words were like sparks thrown into a hot oil pan, instantly igniting all of Ling Xiao's passion!

The solemnity and vigilance on his face melted away like ice and snow, instantly replaced by an extremely "embarrassed" bright smile. His mouth stretched wide, his eyes shone like the brightest stars in the night sky, and he rubbed his hands together, saying, "Oh, senior!"

Oh... how could I possibly accept this?

You've really gone to too much trouble!
That's so kind of you!

Hahaha……"

His hearty laughter, tinged with undisguised greed, still echoed across the desolate wasteland. He had already transformed into a blurry afterimage, moving at an extreme speed. With an impatient, eager spirit, as if afraid that the treasure would be lost if he was even a step too late, he plunged headfirst into the pitch-black giant door that seemed like a gaping maw of an abyss, ready to devour anyone who dared to linger!