Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14147 The Man in the Green Robe
Thick corals, like a giant, colorful velvet carpet, grow wildly and cover the ruins, swaying gently with the waves, as if mourning the lost glory.

The sea mud, like a black veil, quietly buries the former splendor, leaving only some vague traces.

However, even after such vicissitudes, the remaining huge pillars still stand tall. Although they are covered with cracks, they still exude a majestic and magnificent aura, as if they are holding on to their last dignity.

The magnificent foundation, like the foot of a giant, is firmly rooted in the seabed. Although it is no longer flat, one can still feel the hardship and grandeur of its construction.
There are huge pearls and gems scattered on the seabed, still emitting a faint light. They are like stars in the night sky, shimmering with mysterious light in this dark underwater world. They all proclaim the former glory and sanctity of this place, making people imagine how prosperous and bustling this place was in the past, with celestial music and gods coming and going.

Ling Xiao flashed and landed steadily on the huge square in front of the main hall.

The plaza was paved with some kind of translucent white jade, which emitted a soft luster in the dark seabed, as if it were the gentleness that had been settled by time.

However, after a long period of erosion, the surface of the jade is covered with cracks, like the crisscrossing wrinkles on an old man's face, recording the vicissitudes of time.

Strange seaweed emitting a ghostly blue light grows in the crevices, swaying gently with the flow of the seawater, like a group of mysterious dancers, adding a touch of eeriness and charm to this desolate square.

The main hall is still relatively intact, but the originally tightly closed door has long since disappeared, leaving only a dark hole, as if it were the entrance to another world.

The hall was pitch black and deathly silent; the darkness was so tangible that it made one feel as if they would be swallowed up.

Only a few enormous deep-sea fish swam slowly among the ruins, their bodies emitting a cold, eerie light that stood out starkly against the dark backdrop.

These fish ignored the uninvited guest, the trumpet creeper, and continued swimming as if the trumpet creeper didn't exist at all.

Desolate and lifeless, it's as if time itself has frozen here.

Everything around seemed to have been paused, devoid of life and vitality, leaving only endless darkness and silence.

Ling Xiao slowly looked around, his eyes revealing both wariness and curiosity.

He carefully released his divine sense, like an invisible net, meticulously sweeping over every inch of the ruins.

Apart from the faint sound of the flowing seawater and the slight movements of the deep-sea creatures, there was no other sign of life or spirit.

The entire palace complex is like a giant tomb, burying past glories and dreams.

Lei Ling's voice, carrying a hint of expected calm, rang in Ling Xiao's mind: "It seems that I overestimated the resilience of the Sea God Palace."

Time is merciless; it is like a ruthless carving knife, etching the marks of vicissitudes onto all the beauty in the world.

Even the palaces of the gods will eventually turn to dust and disappear into the long river of history.

You've made a wasted trip.

The voice carried a hint of regret, as if lamenting the passing of glory.

Ling Xiao, however, was not convinced. He firmly believed that such a magnificent Sea God Palace could not possibly have left behind nothing of value.

He took a deep breath, mobilized his internal energy, and after gathering his full strength, his voice, like a muffled thunderclap from the seabed, resounded throughout the entire ruins with powerful penetrating force: "Hey...!"

Is anyone still breathing in the Palace of Neptune?

Are there any that left behind a remnant soul clone?
If you don't come out and say something soon, I'm really leaving!

There is no shop like this after passing this village!
All your treasured heirlooms will truly be lost to this pile of rotten rocks in the sea!

We've suffered a huge loss!
The sound echoed in the sea, lingering for a long time, as if trying to awaken everything sleeping in the ruins.

Lei Ling: "………………"

Ling Xiao's loud, somewhat impatient voice echoed through the deathly silent ruins of the Sea God Palace.

The sound was like a pebble thrown into a calm, ancient well, creating invisible ripples and even causing wisps of dust to flutter down from the air.

However, apart from the gentle dance of these specks of dust, the entire ruins of the Sea God Palace offered no other response, remaining immersed in its eternal, deathly silence.

Ling Xiao stood there, his brows furrowed tightly together, like two twisted ropes, revealing his inner dissatisfaction and anxiety.

He took a deep breath, suddenly raised his voice, and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Hey, I'm really leaving!"

"This place is gloomy and dark, not a soul in sight. Let whoever wants to stay here stay!"

The sound crashed through the ruins, yet it could not break the heavy silence.

The surroundings remained suffocatingly silent, as if time itself had frozen.

Only the wind, like a lonely wanderer, passed through the crooked cracks between the ruins, making a mournful sound, as if weeping for the desolation of this wasteland.

Ling Xiao sighed heavily, his sigh filled with helplessness and disappointment, like a child who had high hopes but ultimately failed to live up to them.

His face was filled with disappointment, and his once bright eyes had become dull and lifeless.

He slowly turned around and took a step back in the direction he had come from.

His boots creaked monotonously on the gravel, each step feeling like a blow to his own heart, making his mood even heavier.

Just as he was about to leave the core area of ​​the Sea God Palace, time seemed to freeze.

"despair."

A distinct footstep suddenly sounded from behind.

The sound was like a bombshell, exploding in the deathly silence, and seemed to tread on one's heart, causing it to clench sharply.

Ling Xiao's steps froze instantly, his body stiffening as if he had been frozen in place.

His eyes widened suddenly, filled with astonishment and wariness.

He turned around abruptly, his movements as swift as a startled cheetah.

Before him, a figure had quietly taken up position.

It was a phantom image of a man dressed in an ancient blue Taoist robe.

The color of the Taoist robe was like that of bluestone that had been weathered by time, ancient and profound.

The man stood tall and straight, like a sword, seemingly one with the heavens and earth.

He looked to be no more than thirty years old, with sword-like eyebrows, bright eyes, a high nose bridge, and tightly pursed lips, exuding a sense of determination and coldness.

However, his eyes held a sense of vicissitudes that seemed to have witnessed the world's prosperity and desolation, and seen countless lives and deaths and reincarnations.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his posture elegant and composed.

His eyes were as sharp as a hawk's, like two sharp swords that could pierce through people's hearts, leaving them nowhere to hide in his presence.