Batian Martial Soul

Green Spirit's voice rang in Ling Xiao's mind, flat and calm, without the slightest emotional fluctuation, as if stating a trivial matter: "Of course it was created by my master."

The sound lingered and echoed, yet it was like a boulder thrown into Lingxiao's heart lake, instantly stirring up a thousand waves.

Ling Xiao's body stiffened abruptly, as if struck by an invisible lightning bolt, his mind going completely blank.

His eyes widened, his mouth slightly open, but he couldn't make a sound. He stood there frozen in place, as if under a spell.

After a brief moment of stunned silence, an indescribable surge of fervent reverence rushed to his head, overwhelming him like a raging tide.

His voice rose and distorted with excitement, trembling and incoherent: "It...it's actually your master, senior!"
This...this Evil Dragon Breaking Boundary Fist tears through the void and annihilates all laws, it is truly...truly unprecedented!

Wherever the fist's wind passed, space was easily torn apart like fragile paper. All laws were as vulnerable as ants in the face of this terrifying power.

My reverence for your master is as boundless as the turbulent currents in the void!

That chaotic void flowed endlessly, just like my boundless reverence for your master.

Like those silent stars, they endure through the ages!

That silent star shines alone in the endless darkness, enduring for billions of years without fading, just like your master's illustrious name, which will be forever engraved in the long river of history!

Senior, you…

"enough!"

Green Spirit's voice suddenly rang out, filled with obvious impatience, like ice water being poured over someone's head, instantly interrupting Ling Xiao's endless flattery.

The voice was cold and sharp, making Ling Xiao shiver and the words he was about to say stopped abruptly.

The voice paused slightly, as if trying to control its emotions, and managed to squeeze out a very faint expression of approval, like a glimmer of light in the darkness: "Considering that you rarely express genuine amazement, you do have... some insight."

Although the praise was slight, it was like a timely rain after a long drought for Ling Xiao, filling him with immense joy.

He quickly suppressed his excitement and stood respectfully in place, awaiting further instructions from Green Spirit.

Ling Xiao stood there, his mouth slightly open. The basket of praise he had prepared was now stuck in his throat as if by an invisible hand, leaving him neither able to speak nor remain silent.

He forced a sheepish smile, his embarrassment palpable, his eyes revealing helplessness and awkwardness. He could only stand there silently, at a loss for what to do.

At this moment, Green Spirit's cold voice rang in his mind again: "I can't help you with what comes next. I've given you everything I can in this Abyss of Sacred Runes."

The situation is complicated. The only way to break the sacred rune's seal is for you to do it yourself.

The voice carried an undeniable firmness, as if declaring an established fact.

Green Spirit sighed softly, a sigh that seemed to contain endless helplessness and worry.

Even she herself didn't know just how terrifying the Abyss of Sacred Marks was, or how many unknown secrets it concealed.

Those mysterious holy runes, like ghosts hidden in the darkness, could deliver a fatal blow at any moment.

Although she wanted to help, she was utterly powerless in the face of this unknown terror.

Ling Xiao quickly recovered from his embarrassment. He hurriedly cupped his hands and said respectfully, "Senior, you are too kind. You have already helped me a lot."

"If it weren't for your guidance and assistance along the way, I probably wouldn't have even reached the edge of this Abyss of Sacred Runes, let alone found a way to break the seal."

His tone was sincere and earnest, and his eyes were full of gratitude.

However, Green Spirit had fallen silent, her mind completely still, as if she had fallen into a deep sleep, or was silently watching Ling Xiao's every move.

Ling Xiao slowly raised his head, his gaze falling upon the vast Abyss of Sacred Runes.

The sight before him made him frown. Most of the sacred runes here had withered, and their original brilliant light had long since disappeared, leaving only twisted lines, like a dried-up riverbed, lifeless.

Even so, these withered holy runes still retain a terrifying power, a power like a beast lurking in the shadows, ready to pounce and devour people at any moment.

Ling Xiao couldn't help but recall when he first arrived here. Back then, facing this mysterious and terrifying Abyss of Sacred Runes, his heart was filled with fear and awe.

He moved his feet carefully, afraid that he might accidentally trigger some terrible trap or attract a powerful enemy.

At that time, he didn't even dare to breathe loudly in the Abyss of Sacred Runes, let alone run around.

But now, the situation is very different.

After this period of cultivation and tempering, his physical body has reached the peak of the Cangyue Realm. His strong physique is like steel, capable of withstanding powerful attacks.

His cultivation level had even climbed to the peak of the Condensation Realm, and the true energy within his body was like a surging river, flowing endlessly.

In addition, there's the terrifying Evil Dragon Breaking Fist that he just mastered. Once that fist technique is unleashed, it's enough to tear apart the void and annihilate all laws.

With these trump cards, he actually had some ability to protect himself, and he felt more confident.

So, for the next month, Ling Xiao worked tirelessly like a busy bee, running around the Abyss of Sacred Runes.

He carefully observed every corner, not letting go of any possible clue.

He would sometimes crouch down to study the holy runes on the ground;

Sometimes they would climb up the high rocks and gaze at the distant scenery.

His gaze was focused and resolute, with only one goal in mind: to find the sacred runes that could break the seal of Seven Kings Mountain.

Hard work pays off. At the beginning of the second month, Ling Xiao was exploring the Abyss of Sacred Runes as usual.

Suddenly, a mysterious altar appeared before him.

The altar was hidden in a mist, appearing and disappearing as if beckoning to him.

Ling Xiao was overjoyed and quickened his pace, running towards the altar.

Inside the altar, the space seemed to be shrouded in a mysterious halo, quiet and profound.

Filled with anticipation and curiosity, Ling Xiao slowly stepped inside, his gaze instantly drawn to a strange glimmer of light—a sacred seedling stood quietly there.

This sacred seedling, like a dazzling star embedded in the darkness, though seemingly weak with delicate stems and leaves swaying gently in the breeze, contains an ancient aura that inspires awe.

The aura was ancient and mysterious, seemingly from a distant past, carrying the vicissitudes of time and endless mysteries. The moment Ling Xiao approached, he felt a powerful pressure bearing down on him. (End of Chapter)