Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14136 The Demonic Path is Like a Galaxy

Ling Xiao clasped his hands in a fist salute again, his movements crisp and decisive: "It is my fault for disturbing the eternal rest of you seniors."

I apologize to all my seniors.

Farewell!

After saying that, he turned around and walked out of the hall with firm steps and without hesitation.

Each step was firm and powerful, as if declaring its determination to the silent hall.

His back was straight, exuding an undeniable decisiveness, as if no difficulty or challenge ahead could stop him from moving forward.

Just as he was about to step out of the palace gate, an ancient voice, yet containing endless mysteries of the stars, seemed to come from the deepest part of the ancient starry sky, carrying a sense of vicissitude that transcends time and space, and rang out leisurely behind him: "Little fellow, you have quite a fiery temper."

Ling Xiao's steps suddenly stopped. His originally firm forward stride was now as if it were being tightly gripped by an invisible hand, and he could no longer move an inch.

His body froze instantly, his heart pounding uncontrollably as if it were about to burst out of his chest.

Immediately afterward, he turned around abruptly, his movements so swift that they created a faint gust of wind. His eyes were filled with shock and anticipation as he stared intently in the direction from which the sound had come.

Before one of the nine sword-marked stones, the once calm space rippled like water after a boulder had been thrown in.

The ripples spread outwards in concentric circles, growing stronger and stronger, as if a mysterious power was being nurtured within them.

Then, the figure of an old man with white hair and beard, dressed in a star-studded robe, slowly materialized.

The robe seemed to be woven from endless stars, shimmering with colorful light, each ray containing the mysteries of the universe; the old man's beard and hair were as white as snow, radiating a soft halo under the starlight, as if telling the story of the vicissitudes of time.

His face was ancient and simple, with deep wrinkles etched by time, but those wrinkles concealed endless wisdom and majesty.

His eyes, however, were as clear as a child's, their pure gaze seemingly capable of washing away all the dust of the world; yet as deep as the universe, as if concealing countless stars and endless mysteries, quietly watching over Ling Xiao.

That gaze seemed to see through to the past and the future, making Ling Xiao feel that everything about him was exposed under that gaze.

Ling Xiao's heart trembled violently, as if a thunderbolt had exploded in his mind.

He immediately realized that the old man in front of him must be an unparalleled master, perhaps the embodiment of the will of the ancestors within these sword and knife scar stones.

He dared not be negligent in the slightest, and immediately bowed, bending his body into a ninety-degree right angle, performing the most solemn disciple's salute.

His hands were pressed tightly against his sides, his forehead bowed, and his voice was respectful and sincere: "Junior Ling Xiao greets Senior!"

I humbly request your guidance, senior!

The old man's illusory gaze seemed to pierce through Ling Xiao's body and land deep in his soul. The gaze was so real that Ling Xiao felt as if his soul had been gently touched.

Are you sure you want to embark on the path of demonic possession?

The old man's voice was deep and resonant, as if it came from a distant time and space, carrying an unquestionable majesty.

Ling Xiao solemnly replied, his voice firm and powerful, as if demonstrating his resolve to the old man: "This junior has long been a follower of the demonic path, how can I speak of entering the Dao?"

Since embarking on this path, I have never had the thought of backing down.

Although I know that the path of demonic cultivation is full of difficulties and dangers, I am willing to use my passion to carve out a place for myself in this demonic path.

The old man smiled slightly, a smile as gentle as a spring breeze, which seemed to brighten the entire dilapidated hall.

His lips curled slightly upward, and his eyes revealed a hint of appreciation and affection.

"Do you know what the demonic path is?"

The old man's voice remained calm, yet it carried a profound power that prompted deep reflection.

Ling Xiao shook his head; this was precisely his biggest dilemma.

In the world of demonic cultivation, he had witnessed too much killing and fighting, and experienced countless betrayals and conspiracies.

Everyone has a different understanding of the Demonic Path, and in fact, they express it differently as well.

Some people believe that the demonic path is about acting recklessly and using any means necessary to achieve one's goals; others believe that the demonic path is a way to pursue freedom and power, free from worldly constraints.

Ling Xiao has been searching for his own answer, but he has never found it.

The old man did not answer directly, but slowly raised his illusory right hand.

His movements were slow and elegant, as if each movement contained endless profound meaning.

In an instant, sword light gathered in his palm, the sword light like a dazzling star, shimmering with brilliant light.

A longsword formed entirely from the condensation of brilliant starlight appeared out of thin air, its blade flowing with a galaxy-like radiance, within which countless stars were born and died.

The radiance was so real that it illuminated the entire hall, causing Ling Xiao to squint.

"Everyone has their own demonic path in their heart... There are countless demonic paths, it all depends on the heart!"

There is only one right path: to follow the rules and regulations step by step, without allowing any deviation or extrapolation.

But the demonic path is completely different. It is unrestrained by worldly rules and has no fixed patterns or principles.

Ten thousand people embarking on the demonic path will create ten thousand completely different paths to demonic power.

Some enter the path of demonic cultivation through slaughter, comprehending the true essence of demonic cultivation amidst endless bloodshed and death; some take cunning as their path, maneuvering through the demonic realm with intrigue and scheming; and some are moved by passion, exploring the mysteries of demonic cultivation amidst the entanglements of love, hate, and grudges.

The path of the demonic is neither right nor wrong, neither good nor evil; it is only about inner conviction and pursuit.

Ling Xiao was shaken to his core, as if a bolt of lightning had ripped through the long-standing fog that had shrouded the depths of his heart.

His gaze was fixed on the starlight sword that floated in the old man's palm, seemingly capable of devouring all light.

The sword's blade flowed with a galaxy-like brilliance, with countless stars rising and falling within it, each flash seemingly containing the mysteries of the universe.

He felt the terrifying aura of desolation and creation emanating from the sword, an aura that surged like a tidal wave, constantly assaulting his mental defenses.

In that instant, he seemed to have grasped something—a completely new understanding of the demonic path, a kind of enlightenment he had never experienced before quietly growing in his heart.

However, this feeling was like a mirage, vague and unclear; when he tried to reach out and grasp it, it slipped away quietly.

The old man slightly raised his arm, pointing to the nine stones suspended in the hall. His voice was deep and resonant, as if it came from a distant time and space: "The demonic path is like a galaxy, vast and boundless, with countless schools."

Look at these nine stones, each representing a unique lineage of demonic cultivation, each with its own distinct philosophy and method of practice…