Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14135 The Heart Towards Martial Arts
A moment later, the two arrived at a relatively well-preserved, enormous palace ruin.

This palace may have once been magnificent, but now only ruins remain.

The dome of the hall had long since collapsed, revealing the dim light of the sky. The sky itself seemed to be infected by the desolation of the ruins, becoming gloomy.

The hall was empty and quiet, with only the rustling sound of a gentle breeze.

Only nine enormous, jet-black boulders, resembling fragments of stars, floated in mid-air, arranged in a ring.

Each boulder exudes a mysterious and ancient aura, as if telling stories of the past.

On the surface of each boulder, there is a distinct knife mark and sword mark that are deeply imprinted!

The crisscrossing knife and sword marks seemed to indicate that two unparalleled masters had engaged in a thrilling duel here.

The knife marks were fierce and sharp, as if they could cut through everything; the sword marks were agile and graceful, as if they could pierce through time and space.

Ling Xiao gazed at these giant rocks, his heart filled with awe and curiosity.

The artistic conception contained in those sword and blade marks is as profound as a bottomless abyss, seemingly capable of swallowing one's soul; yet it is also as vast as an endless sea of ​​stars, each one holding an unknown secret.

Just by staring at these marks, Ling Xiao felt as if his soul was being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, causing it to tremble violently.

The energy that was originally flowing calmly within the body was now churning and surging like boiling water, almost boiling over.

It was a realm of imprints far beyond his comprehension, as if it came from another mysterious and powerful world, filling him with both awe and longing.

Dao Sha's illusory figure slowly floated to the center and came to a steady stop in mid-air.

His voice was deep and resonant, echoing in the empty hall like a great bell: "The nine 'Sword and Blade Mark Stones' bear the lifelong sword and blade imprints of the nine ancestors of my Twin Fiends Sect."

These nine predecessors were all exceptionally talented individuals, each of whom reached realms beyond your imagination.

That realm is unfathomably profound, far beyond what most people in the martial arts world can reach.

They poured their life's insights and understanding of the way of the sword into this scarred stone.

Whether you can resonate with the mark stone, obtain the imprint inheritance, and comprehend its true meaning depends entirely on your own destiny and fate.

If you are destined, you will gain the recognition of your ancestors and inherit this powerful legacy; if you are not, you can only sigh in vain.

After saying that, Dao Sha's figure began to slowly dissipate like a bubble.

The illusory outline gradually blurred, as if a gentle breeze could blow it away.

Only the lingering sound remained, echoing in the hall for a long time, as if it were Dao Sha's final instructions and expectations for Ling Xiao.

Inside the hall, deathly silence returned.

The already silent space became even more eerily quiet, as if the air itself had frozen.

The nine sword-marked stones, suspended in mid-air, remained motionless, standing silently like nine giant, silent towers.

The ancient sword and blade marks on it are dull and lifeless, like a treasure sealed by time, offering no response, as if waiting for a destined person to arrive.

Time passed slowly, like a merciless carving knife, etching traces of anxiety into Ling Xiao's heart.

Ling Xiao's gaze swept over every piece of the stone with the intensity of a searchlight, leaving no detail overlooked.

His eyes were filled with anticipation, longing to find a trace of resonance in this scarred stone.

However, the expected resonance did not occur; the stones remained suspended there silently, without any change.

Ling Xiao frowned slightly, a sense of loss and doubt welling up in his heart.

He communicated with his body through his thoughts and said softly, "Seniors, it seems... these nine predecessors look down on a junior like me?"

I've tried so hard to inherit their legacy, but they haven't responded at all. Am I really not destined for this?

Ling Xiao's voice carried a hint of helplessness and frustration. He really didn't understand why he couldn't trigger the resonance of the Mark Stone.

Lei Ling's voice, tinged with a barely perceptible hint of mockery, resonated within Ling Xiao's body: "I believe this is the perfect opportunity for you to showcase your 'eloquence'."

Although these nine ancestors have passed away, their will and spirit may still remain in this scarred stone.

You can try talking to them about your ideals and aspirations, letting them know that you are someone worthy of being passed down.

Perhaps your sincerity and determination will move them. Let's begin.

Ling Xiao was speechless after hearing Lei Ling's words, and his lips twitched slightly: "..."

The hall remained deathly silent, the oppressive atmosphere weighing heavily on Ling Xiao's heart like a giant lead plate.

The surrounding air seemed to freeze, without a sound. Only the nine meteorite stones suspended in mid-air emitted a faint, mysterious aura, as if silently scrutinizing the young man who had intruded into this place.

Ling Xiao stood quietly in the hall, his gaze fixed firmly on the nine stones with marks on them.

He took a deep breath, the air flowing slowly through his chest, as if accumulating endless power.

Then, he solemnly bowed to the nine floating meteorite stones.

This bow was humble and sincere; his body bent into a graceful arc, his head almost touching his chest, as if expressing his highest respect to these ancestors.

"Respected seniors, I am Ling Xiao. I am aware that I am but a newcomer to the path of martial arts, and compared with your glorious achievements, I am insignificant. I dare not hope to receive your favor and inheritance."

Ling Xiao's voice was deep and clear, slowly echoing in the hall.

"But I only have a heart set on martial arts, and I am unwavering in my determination."

Since embarking on the path of martial arts, no matter how many difficulties and obstacles I have encountered, I have never retreated in the slightest.

Every setback only strengthened the younger generation's determination to pursue the pinnacle of martial arts; every injury became the driving force for their progress.

If the elders feel that the junior has even the slightest merit, and are willing to bestow upon him their mark of inheritance and offer guidance, it would be a great honor for the junior.

I will be eternally grateful and will remember this kindness forever. I will strive to cultivate myself and live up to the expectations of my seniors.

If I am of dull talent and cannot be cultivated, I will not force you and will take my leave now, not daring to disturb your peace any longer.

After he finished speaking, there was still no reaction from the surroundings, as if the nine meteorite stones had not heard him at all.

Only his own voice echoed and faded in the empty hall, growing fainter and fainter until finally falling silent.

Ling Xiao waited quietly, a hint of disappointment flashing in his eyes, but he quickly regained his resolve.

A resolute glint flashed in Ling Xiao's eyes, a resoluteness like a lightning bolt streaking across the night sky, illuminating his path forward.

Without further hesitation, he straightened up, his posture upright like a pine tree.