Batian Martial Soul

"Finally, we can unleash the Twin Blades!"

Ling Xiao's eyes gleamed with excitement, and a confident smile unconsciously appeared on his lips.

This dual sword and saber technique represents a powerful force he has always longed to unleash. Now, with the assistance of this ancient sacred rune seedling, he believes he is one step closer to success.

Without the slightest hesitation, Ling Xiao sat cross-legged, circulated his internal energy, and began to slowly absorb the sacred rune seedling.

The seedling seemed to sense Lingxiao's call, emitting a soft light, and wisps of energy flowed into Lingxiao's body like trickling streams through his meridians.

Time flies by, and a month has passed in the blink of an eye.

During this month, Ling Xiao was completely immersed in absorbing the sacred rune seedlings. His body seemed to become a bottomless pit, constantly devouring the seedlings' energy.

Finally, the sacred rune seedling was completely integrated into his body, and the powerful energy, like a surging tide, continuously nourished his natal sacred rune array—the Seven Deadly Killing Array.

Nourished by the energy of the sacred rune seedling, the Seven Deadly Killing Formation underwent a tremendous transformation.

The originally dim array patterns have now become dazzling, like stars twinkling in the night sky;

The power within the formation grew increasingly stronger, seemingly containing the power to destroy the world.

Moreover, the energy of this sacred rune seedling not only nourished the Seven Deadly Killing Array, but also greatly enhanced the power of all the sacred runes in his body.

Those originally ordinary holy runes now seemed to have been given life, exuding a powerful aura.

"It's time to head back..."

Ling Xiao slowly opened his eyes, a determined light shining within them.

He got up, dusted himself off, and sped off along the same route toward Qiwang Mountain.

At this time, Qiwang Mountain was no longer the peaceful and tranquil place it once was.

It has been taken over by the Overlord Empire, and the original tranquility has been shattered by the empire's iron cavalry.

Moreover, this place is temporarily managed by Shangguan Yue, the former right-hand man of the young demon king.

Shangguan Yue is shrewd and capable, with a meticulous mind. Moreover, she has a close relationship with the warriors of the Demon Sea and is quite familiar with their habits and ways of doing things, making her relatively easy to manage.

Under her rule, although Seven Kings Mountain was under the control of the Overlord Empire, it was still relatively well-organized.

Stepping back into the sealed land, Ling Xiao's gaze became exceptionally firm.

He circulated his inner energy, his hands rapidly forming hand seals, and mysterious runes flew from his hands toward the seal that imprisoned the Thunder Spirit.

As the runes continued to be integrated, cracks began to appear on the seal. The cracks grew larger and larger until finally, with a loud "boom," the seal was completely broken.

"Come on, I'll take you to the ruins of the Twin Fiends Sect."

The moment Lei Ling came out, she couldn't wait to say it.

Its voice was filled with excitement and anticipation; the Twin Fiends Gate had seen the light of day again, something it had always longed for.

For many years, it has been trapped in this sealed land, constantly longing for the glorious past of the Twin Fiends Sect.

Now that it finally has the opportunity to return to its old home, how could it not be excited?
Ling Xiao's spirits lifted, and he immediately replied, "Yes, Senior!"

He dared not utter another word; with a slight thought, a gust of wind suddenly arose beneath his feet.

The gale, like a sharp blade, cut through the surrounding air, emitting a piercing whistling sound.

Ling Xiao transformed into a streak of light that tore through the dark sky, speeding towards the direction indicated by Lei Ling. His figure appeared and disappeared in the dark sky, like a shooting star streaking across the night, moving forward bravely toward his goal with determination and resolve.

His figure moved like lightning, as fast as a shooting star streaking across the sky, and Ling Xiao traversed a thousand miles in an instant.

He stood steadily in the void, his robes fluttering in the gale, like a war god descending to earth.

He lowered his head slightly, looking down at this completely forgotten world of death beneath his feet, his eyes filled with shock and solemnity.

As far as the eye could see, a scene of desolation and decay was laid bare before him.

The cracked, scorched earth, with its deep fissures crisscrossing it, resembled the withered, wrinkled skin of a dying beast, each crack telling tales of past pain and struggle.

The exposed, jagged rocks are of various shapes; some resemble twisted blades, others ferocious monsters, and still others long-dried bones, exuding a sinister and terrifying aura.

The deathly wind, like a ghost, roamed freely across the empty plains.

It stirred up pale dust, forming gray whirlwinds that made a wailing sound, as if the world was crying out in pain.

There is not a trace of green here, not even a tenacious blade of grass or a tender green leaf.
There was no sign of life; no birdsong could be heard, no wild animals could be seen, and not even the smallest insect had ever left a trace on this land.

This world had its last bit of vitality drained away long ago, in unimaginable antiquity.

The vital energy that once nourished all things has been ruthlessly plundered by an invisible hand, leaving only this desolate and barren land.

It has become a cold graveyard abandoned by time, as if time itself has stopped flowing here, leaving only eternal darkness and silence.

"Senior, what exactly happened here?"

Ling Xiao's voice sounded somewhat deep in the howling wind, each word seemingly carrying a tremendous weight.

His eyes were filled with solemnity at the unknown calamity, and a strong sense of curiosity and unease welled up in his heart, as he wanted to explore the secrets behind this world of death.

Lei Ling remained silent for a moment, as if recalling a long-forgotten era.

In that desolate voice, a rare hint of bewilderment worn down by the long years was revealed: "Who knows?"
Lao Tzu was imprisoned in a tower, which was like a closed little world, completely isolating him from the outside world.

I have long lost track of how many years have passed in the outside world, and I have no idea what has happened there.

Ling Xiao felt a sudden tightness in his chest, and a sense of urgency arose spontaneously.

He immediately pressed on, "Senior, just how far is this place from my Great Town Dynasty?"

He knew that understanding the distance was crucial for the rest of the trip; only by knowing the location of the destination could he better plan the route and save time and energy.

"At your current flying speed..."

Lei Ling's voice was completely calm, as if he were stating something perfectly ordinary, "Actually, it's not far, it just requires continuous flying... about four or five months."

Four or five months?!
When those cold numbers came out of Lei Ling's mouth, Ling Xiao felt his head buzz, his vision went black for a moment, and his body swayed violently in the void, almost falling headfirst.

He quickly steadied himself, his hands instinctively gripping the invisible force in the void, as if that would grasp a sliver of hope. (End of Chapter)