Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14138 The Inheritance of the Twin Fiends Sect

That profound meaning, like a tangible torrent, carried a world-destroying momentum, threatening to completely engulf Lingxiao.

Each profound principle embodies the deep understanding of the way of swords and sabers by the predecessors of the Twin Fiends Sect. It is the essence condensed from countless years of cultivation and enlightenment.

Ling Xiao's body was instantly engulfed by the nine-colored starlight, which intertwined and enveloped him like a giant cocoon.

He groaned, feeling an immense pressure bearing down on him, as if countless mountains were pressing down on him at the same time, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

But he clenched his teeth, closed his eyes, and opened his mind completely, like parched earth, frantically absorbing, absorbing, and analyzing this supreme gift from the nine peak predecessors of the Twin Fiends Sect.

His soul seemed to be in a vast ocean of swords, with countless swords flying and spinning around him, each sword containing a unique magical intent.

He tried hard to sense these demonic forces, attempting to integrate them into his soul and make them a part of him.

"This junior, Ling Xiao, bears the consequences of this karma!"

Swords and blades, the path of evil, will never end!

Lingxiao's vow was barely audible in the raging storm, yet it carried an unwavering steadfastness.

Although the voice was faint, it resonated in Ling Xiao's heart like a great bell.

He sat cross-legged, his spine straight like an unyielding solitary peak, unmoved by the raging energy raging around him.

He exuded an indomitable aura, as if declaring to the world that he would shoulder the heavy responsibility of passing on the sword and saber path, ensuring that the Twin Fiends Sect's lineage would be passed down through generations.

The old man's illusory voice pierced through the torrent of starlight, carrying his final entrustment and expectations: "The nine ancestral imprints have been activated. These nine imprints contain the life's blood and wisdom of our ancestors, and are the most precious inheritance of the Twin Fiends Sect."

Whether you can condense the 'Double Fiend Seeds' and take that step depends entirely on your own destiny and comprehension!
The 'Twin Fiend Demon Seed' is the core of my Twin Fiend Sect, embodying the essence of the Fiend Path of Swords and Blades. Only by condensing the 'Twin Fiend Demon Seed' can one truly step into the gate of the Fiend Path of Swords and Blades and become the true successor of my Twin Fiend Sect.

This step is incredibly difficult, filled with unknown dangers and challenges, but I believe you can definitely do it!
The voice faded away, as if echoing from a distant time and space. Then, the old man's illusory figure slowly dissipated in the hall like glittering stardust.

Each stardust shimmered with a faint and mysterious light, as if telling tales of past glories and vicissitudes, before finally merging completely into the endless void.

The entire hall instantly fell into a deathly silence, with only the raging storm of sword and demonic intent galloping wildly like a runaway horse.

In that storm, swords and demonic intent intertwined and collided, unleashing a deafening roar that seemed to tear the entire hall to shreds.

Amidst this raging chaos, Ling Xiao's small yet tenacious figure resembled a lone boat tossed about in a storm, yet steadfastly struggling amidst the surging waves.

Ling Xiao took a deep breath, but in this space filled with the profound mysteries of violent swords and blades, there was no air to breathe.

The violent sword and blade techniques surged like a tidal wave, instantly filling his mouth, nose, lungs, and internal organs, as if to burst his body from the inside out.

He felt that every inch of his skin and every bone was under tremendous pressure, and the pain was like a thousand ants gnawing at his heart, but he gritted his teeth and endured it.

He slowly closed his eyes, immersing his entire mind in the depths of his consciousness.

At this moment, a raging storm seemed to surge within his sea of ​​consciousness, with the violent profound meanings of swords and sabers crashing against his soul's defenses like a tidal wave.

However, like a rock in a storm, he no longer resisted this powerful force, but instead opened his heart and let the violent sword techniques wash over his soul.

He tried to encompass these mysteries, like a giant container trying to hold the endless sea; he carefully analyzed these mysteries, like a skilled craftsman disassembling a complex and mysterious object; he earnestly verified these mysteries, comparing them with his previous knowledge, searching for commonalities and differences.

悟！
In this endless exploration and contemplation, a flash of inspiration struck Ling Xiao.

He knew that the path of swordsmanship and evil was vast and boundless, and could not be achieved by mere hard work and brute force.

It is like a deep and mysterious ocean, containing countless secrets and treasures, which practitioners need to explore and comprehend with their hearts.

Each transformation of his state of mind was like opening a new door in the ocean, allowing him to see a wider world; a deeper understanding of the true meaning of birth and death was like mastering the rules of navigation in the ocean, allowing him to travel freely in this ocean without losing his way.

These are all key elements to reaching the pinnacle of the Sword and Blade Path, and none can be omitted.

At this moment, he wanted to use the supreme imprints of these nine predecessors as a whetstone to sharpen his Dao heart, making his Dao sharper and more resilient; as guiding stars, to illuminate his way forward on the vast path of cultivation, so that he would not get lost in endless darkness.

He wants to refine his own path and seek his own "demonic path" through communication and interaction with these imprints of his predecessors.

This "demonic path" is not the evil and cruel path in the eyes of the world, but Ling Xiao's unique understanding and pursuit of the evil path of swords and blades. It is the bright road that he has walked on this path.

Ling Xiao dared not hope for certain success, for he was well aware of the difficulties and obstacles involved.

The supreme imprints of these nine predecessors contain their life's blood, sweat, and wisdom. To draw strength from them and seek one's own path is undoubtedly like climbing a towering, steep, and treacherous mountain.

But he had no way out. From the moment he stepped into this hall and received this inheritance, he had already tightly linked his fate with the path of swords and demons.

He would give his all, even at the cost of his life!

Time lost its meaning in the raging torrent of starlight, as if frozen by an invisible hand.

Only the storm continued to howl, like an angry beast roaring; the Daoist rhythm flowed through the hall, like a melodious yet mysterious melody, telling the endless mysteries of the Dao of Swords and Demons.

Outside the hall, the Milky Way shifted and the stars twinkled, as if witnessing this thrilling inheritance and verification; inside the hall, everything seemed to freeze, falling into a tranquil yet tense atmosphere, with only Ling Xiao's tenacious figure struggling and exploring in this raging storm.

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Batian City, this magnificent city standing between heaven and earth, is like a sleeping behemoth, exuding an awe-inspiring aura.