Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14121 The Supreme Treasure: The Burial of the Underworld

Ling Xiao made up his mind, and a hint of respect unconsciously appeared on his face.

Green Spirit's voice rang out in Ling Xiao's sea of ​​consciousness, calm and undisturbed, as if everything was under his control.

He pointed out the way directly: "Turn right, at the end."

That's the place you're looking for.

Without hesitation, Ling Xiao immediately did as instructed and walked to the right.

His steps were steady and firm, each step solid and grounded.

Passing through a deep and narrow stone corridor, so narrow that only one person can pass at a time, the walls shimmer with a cold light, as if no one has ever set foot here since ancient times, and a mysterious and ancient atmosphere pervades the space.

Ling Xiao moved forward cautiously, observing his surroundings warily.

Finally, the view opened up at the end, revealing a quiet room.

The quiet room is not large, but it is decorated simply and elegantly.

Hanging on the stone wall is an old portrait. The portrait has yellowed with age, but the image of the person in the painting is still clearly visible.

The figure in the painting wears a plain-colored long robe that seems to be woven from flowing clouds. The robe flutters gently in the wind, as if it contains endless dynamism and elegance.

His demeanor was otherworldly, like a celestial being descended to earth, holding a book in his hand, standing there quietly.

His brows exuded an air of refined composure, and his eyes were deep and bright, as if they held endless wisdom and stories.

His posture was as upright as a pine tree, deep and imposing, giving people a sense of composure and reliability.

Ling Xiao stared intently at the person in the painting, a strange sense of familiarity welling up inside him.

He blurted out, his voice tinged with a mixture of doubt and anticipation: "Senior, could this... be the splendor of your master back in the day?"

Green Spirit's voice rang in Ling Xiao's mind, seemingly carrying a slight, imperceptible ripple, a ripple containing nostalgia and respect for the past: "Indeed, my master did not despise me for being a sword spirit. In his eyes, all things have spirits, and there is no distinction between high and low, noble and base."

How great is he, with his broad-mindedness and ability to tolerate what the world cannot tolerate?

I have followed my master for many years, and it is through his teachings that I have become who I am today.

Upon hearing this, Ling Xiao's expression immediately became solemn and serious. He nodded solemnly and said loudly, "Indeed!"
Such a mysterious place must hold extraordinary items.

Having said that, he quickly looked away from the portrait and turned his gaze to the stone table below it.

The stone table was carved from a huge piece of bluestone, its surface as smooth as a mirror, exuding an ancient and rustic aura.

On the table lay a scroll of ancient books. These books were neither silk nor cloth, but made of a peculiar material. They were warm to the touch, as if carrying a gentle warmth into one's palm.

Beside the ancient book is a strangely styled ring. The ring has a simple and ancient design, and is engraved with mysterious and complex patterns, as if telling a story that has been kept secret for a long time.

A surge of irrepressible curiosity and anticipation welled up in Ling Xiao's heart. He slowly stepped forward, taking each step cautiously, as if afraid of disturbing the mysterious atmosphere in the quiet room.

Arriving at the stone table, he bent down slightly, gently stretched out his hands, and carefully picked up the ancient book with an almost pious posture.

When the ancient book was fully displayed before him, three ancient seal characters, seemingly containing the power to cut through space, came into his view—"Evil Dragon Breaking Boundary Fist"!

The seal characters seemed to be alive, as if they contained endless mysteries and power, causing Ling Xiao to hold his breath.

His eyes were filled with awe and anticipation, and his voice trembled slightly as he asked, "Senior, what exactly is the grade of this 'Evil Dragon Breaking Boundary Fist'?"
Could it be... that legendary, unparalleled divine power?
If that's true, then I've really struck gold this time.

After a moment of silence in his mind, it seemed as if Green Spirit was also pondering how to answer this question.

A moment later, Green Spirit's slightly helpless voice came: "It can't be called a world-shaking divine power, but it is by no means comparable to ordinary martial arts."

Even the Great Sun Realm experts coveted the Evil Dragon Breaking Fist!

This fist technique is extremely powerful; once unleashed, it has the ability to split mountains and shatter the void.

However, mastering this style of boxing is no easy feat; it requires immense effort and sacrifice.

"okay!"

Green Spirit's voice suddenly rose, revealing her impatience at being bothered by countless questions, "Why all this rambling?"

Pick it up and start practicing!

Once you've mastered it, you'll know its power for yourself!
Theoretical knowledge is ultimately useless; only through personal practice can one truly grasp the essence of this martial art.

As for the 'Burial of the Underworld' in that storage ring..."

At this point, Green Spirit's voice fell silent again, as if the three words "Yellow Spring Burial" contained some mysterious and terrifying power, making Green Spirit feel apprehensive.

Ling Xiao's heart stirred, and his gaze involuntarily fell on the ring.

He wondered to himself, "What exactly is this 'Burial of the Underworld'?"
Why did Senior Green Spirit remain so silent when it was mentioned?

Filled with doubt and curiosity, he slowly picked up the ring and gently put it on his finger.

Then, he closed his eyes and cautiously probed the ring space with his divine sense.

The moment his divine sense entered the ring space, the scene before him astonished him.

Inside the ring space, instead of the mountain of spirit stones and magical treasures he had imagined, there was a miniature, desolate ruin suspended in the air!

In those ruins, countless buildings and mountains dimmed, crumbled, and turned to dust, as if time had frozen here, and everything was trapped in eternal destruction.

This scene resembles a frozen, end-of-the-world landscape, sending chills down one's spine.

A desolate, destructive, and all-encompassing sense of death swept over him, like an invisible wave that instantly submerged Lingxiao's divine sense.

He felt a chill run from the soles of his feet straight to his head, and the hair on his body stood on end.

But he was resilient and quickly regained his composure, resisting the erosion of deathly intent while carefully observing the ruins, trying to uncover their secrets.

"This... senior, what is this?"

Ling Xiao felt a chill run up his spine, his mind trembled violently, and his voice trembled slightly from extreme shock.

His eyes widened as he stared intently at the ring that emanated a mysterious aura, as if it contained a terrifying power capable of devouring everything.

"This is the most precious treasure of my wicked path,"

The slightly ethereal voice from the sixth floor echoed again in Ling Xiao's mind, carrying a distant recollection, as if drifting from the long river of time, "named 'Yellow Spring Burial'."

Rumor has it that this 'Burial of the Underworld' is no ordinary place; it has been the final resting place for... some kind of being.

The exact reason is unknown now, as too much time has passed and countless changes have taken place.

"Keep it, perhaps... well, perhaps one day this dormant object in the 'Burial of the Underworld' will suddenly awaken and give you a huge 'surprise'."