Batian Martial Soul

Dao Sha slowly turned to him, a glimmer of light flashing in his ashen eyes, like a bright lamp suddenly lit in the darkness, faint yet enough to give one a glimmer of hope.

"You know?"

His voice carried a hint of expectation, as if he were searching for a glimmer of light in the darkness.

Ling Xiao nodded vigorously, his expression becoming extremely serious.

He certainly couldn't possibly be unaware of that name.

In the Realm of Annihilation, the Temple of Annihilation is like a terrifying legend, depicted as the most greedy and terrifying shadow. It is like a bottomless pit, constantly devouring everything around it and plunging countless beings into despair.

Ling Xiao's voice was dry and metallic, as if something was stuck in his throat: "Senior, the decline of this world... was it the work of the Temple of Annihilation?"

His eyes were filled with anger and resentment, as if he were questioning this cruel fate.

Dao Sha nodded slightly, his movements slow yet firm, as if confirming a most terrifying yet unavoidable fact.

This simple action, however, weighed heavily on everyone's hearts like a boulder.

"Do you know why the Holy Temple has been able to exist for eternity, reign supreme in all realms, and grow stronger day by day?"

His voice was deep and mysterious, as if he were revealing a secret hidden for countless years.

Ling Xiao slowly shook his head, a sense of foreboding already creeping into his heart.

The premonition was like a dark cloud, hanging over his heart, making him feel extremely depressed and fearful.

He clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force, as if he were trying to suppress the fear and anger in his heart.

The Blade Demon stood silently on the devastated ruins. A fierce wind howled past, whipping up sand and stones with a sharp whistling sound, as if the world itself was wailing in agony.

He spoke slowly, his voice like an ancient, chilling wind, carrying a biting coldness and endless vicissitudes, dispelling the last glimmer of hope in everyone's hearts: "Because they are 'devouring' the 'original core' of other worlds!"

Our world was once so vibrant, with beautiful mountains and rivers, and all things flourishing and thriving, a scene of great prosperity.

However, they have now fallen to this state, with all the life essence of the land being forcibly extracted and devoured by them using supreme secret techniques!
That secret technique was bizarre and terrifying, like an invisible black hole that continuously sucked away the life force of the world.

Nourished by the origin of all worlds, the natural spiritual energy of the Silent Sanctuary is inexhaustible, producing countless geniuses and powerful figures, forever reaching the pinnacle.

They are like a group of greedy demons, constantly devouring the world around them to increase their own power.

If I'm not mistaken, our world is not the only one to suffer this horrific fate.

Ling Xiao stood quietly to the side, listening to Dao Sha's words, as if frozen in place, completely still.

His eyes were filled with shock and fear, and his once rosy face turned ashen white.

A chill ran down his spine and up to his head, making him shiver involuntarily.

He originally thought that the Temple of Annihilation was only plundering spiritual energy, making the world less spiritual and making it difficult for living beings to cultivate, but he never expected that it would directly devour the life essence of the world!

This is a million times more thorough and terrifying than plundering spiritual energy!
The spiritual energy may slowly recover over a long period of time, but once the source of life is devoured, it is like a building losing its foundation, and the whole world will collapse completely.

This means that the swallowed world will become a desolate graveyard with no possibility of recovery!

Those once bustling towns will become desolate ruins, those once vibrant forests will become barren deserts, and those once joyful people will vanish forever from this land.

Demon Suppression Palace!
These three words suddenly flashed through Ling Xiao's mind, like a bolt of lightning streaking across the dark night sky.

He suddenly remembered the "Demon Suppression Palace" where he came from!
It was once a glorious place with a long history and profound cultural heritage, a sacred place that countless martial artists yearn for.

Back then, the Demon Suppression Palace also faced the threat of the Holy Temple. It was a thrilling battle that engulfed the entire Demon Suppression Palace.

If I hadn't destroyed the Holy Temple stronghold in the Demon Suppression Palace, the Demon Suppression Palace would probably have already lost its core essence by now.

Once the core of the source is taken away, the Demon Suppression Palace will lose all its vitality and gradually decline and perish, just like the ruins before our eyes.

In the past, I fought a great battle with the Holy Temple in the northern frontier. It was a life-or-death struggle, and both sides gave it their all.

The struggle continues for the core of origin, a tiny core containing the life force of the entire world, a treasure coveted by both sides.

Each clash was accompanied by earth-shattering explosions and dazzling lights, as if the whole world was trembling.

It seems my guess was right. This sanctuary has been doing this all along. They are like a group of ghosts hiding in the darkness, constantly searching for their next target and devouring the life essence of the world.

If they succeed, the entire Bai Ze Continent will likely become a lifeless place, completely devoid of vitality.

At that time, the mountains and rivers will no longer be beautiful, the rivers will no longer flow, all things will no longer thrive, and the whole world will fall into darkness and death.

Well, the problem is coming.

Ling Xiao frowned deeply, a look of worry and confusion on his face.

He, a martial artist with shallow cultivation, was like an insignificant speck of dust in this vast world.

How should he deal with the colossal, world-devouring Temple of Annihilation?

He knew full well that his power was insignificant and that he was no match for the Temple of Annihilation.

Thinking of this, Ling Xiao felt as if his head had been hit by a heavy hammer, his temples throbbing violently as if they were about to burst through his skin.

A tremendous sense of powerlessness gripped his heart like a surging tide, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

He felt his body become incredibly heavy, and every movement required a tremendous amount of effort.

Before this vast Temple of Annihilation, I felt like a tiny ant, utterly powerless to resist.

He gazed at the desolate ruins before him, his heart filled with despair and helplessness, unsure how to save this world from destruction.

Just then, Lei Ling, who had been quietly hovering beside them, suddenly spoke in a clear voice, like a lightning bolt streaking across the night sky, breaking the heavy silence: "Master of Blade Fiend, I have come to find you a successor."

Are you interested?

Lei Ling's voice echoed clearly through the ruins.

Dao Sha's previously dim gaze returned to Ling Xiao like an ancient well.

That gaze was deep and unfathomable, as if it held countless years of vicissitudes and secrets. (End of Chapter)