Batian Martial Soul

Tempering its body with demonic fire can make it incredibly tough, impervious to blades, spears, water, and fire.

At the same time, the remnant soul imprint must be erased to prevent it from resisting, and then the core rune of the puppet must be injected. This rune is like the heart of the puppet, controlling all of the puppet's actions.

In this way, it can be refined into a combat puppet with some of the combat power it possessed in life.

This technique... requires drawing demonic fire to burn its essence for forty-nine days, a process... which is against the natural order and quite cruel.

However, because it contains the essence of holy light, the fusion of holy light and demonic fire produces wondrous changes, making it far more powerful than ordinary puppets, even capable of unleashing power several times greater than that of ordinary puppets.

Ling Xiao was deeply moved, his eyes filled with anticipation.

If he can truly create this "Sacred Puppet," his strength will be greatly enhanced, and he will have more confidence to face various challenges in this world full of danger and opportunity.

Ling Xiao stood quietly on the devastated battlefield, his cold gaze sweeping over the five corpses on the ground, each radiating alluring energy fluctuations.

Around those remains, strange lights flickered faintly, and energy slowly dissipated like a babbling brook, as if telling of the powerful force they possessed in life.

However, there was no trace of pity in Ling Xiao's eyes. His gaze was as deep and cold as a frozen pool, revealing an unquestionable determination.

These so-called "distinguished guests" came with greed and malice, intending to kill him, seize his treasure, and take his life and wealth for themselves.

In this cruel world where the strong prey on the weak, being kind to them is undoubtedly being cruel to oneself.

Ling Xiao understood this principle well, so his resolve remained unwavering.

"You know the method of refining the Sacred Puppet?" Ling Xiao suddenly raised his head, staring straight ahead, as if conversing with that mysterious being through the endless void.

His voice was resolute and cold, each word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth, "Please, senior, bestow your guidance!"

At this moment, he was like a traveler groping forward in the dark who suddenly saw a glimmer of light and couldn't wait to seize this opportunity that could make him stronger.

These "distinguished guests" from the Temple of Annihilation have now become the filling material for his treasure trove and powerful weapons for future battles.

This meticulously planned and personally executed hunt was merely the beginning of a grand prelude.

The fall of the Inspector was like a pebble thrown into a deep pool. At first, it only created small ripples, but as time went on, these ripples eventually turned into towering waves, triggering a series of unpredictable chain reactions.

Ling Xiao, on the other hand, is ready to face any challenge.

He knew perfectly well that in this world full of crises and opportunities, only by possessing stronger combat power could he protect himself and those around him, and remain invincible in this brutal competition.

Just then, Lei Ling's deep and majestic voice echoed in Ling Xiao's mind, as if it came from the distant sky, or as if it were whispering in his ear: "You don't need to worry about it, I will refine this kind of rough work for you!"
"You can learn slowly after that!" The voice, carrying an undeniable authority, exploded in Ling Xiao's mind like thunder.

Upon hearing this, Ling Xiao felt a huge weight lifted from his heart, and a surge of joy welled up inside him.

He felt his heart was about to jump out of his throat, and he was so excited that his whole body trembled slightly.

He immediately responded respectfully with his divine sense: "Thank you for your kindness, senior!"

The voice was filled with gratitude and respect, as if it held endless trust and reliance on Lei Ling.

He hesitated for a moment, his mind racing, before finally asking the question that had been lingering in his heart for so long: "Senior, what level of cultivation did these five people reach in their previous lives?"

This problem was like a thorn stuck in his heart, making him restless and unable to eat or sleep.

He was eager to know the strength of these enemies in order to better assess his future path and the challenges he might face.

"Great Sun Realm, nothing but ants." Lei Ling's indifferent voice echoed in Ling Xiao's sea of ​​consciousness, his tone as calm as if he were commenting on an insignificant speck of dust beneath his feet, without the slightest ripple.

It was as if the five purple-robed elders, even with their Great Sun Realm cultivation, were nothing more than insignificant beings in its eyes, not worth its attention at all.

Ling Xiao stood quietly in place, remaining silent.

His brows furrowed slightly, and his eyes revealed a hint of confusion and bewilderment.

He didn't understand why Lei Ling would make such a comment, because he had no idea what unfathomable realms existed above the Great Sun Realm.

In his mind, the Great Sun Realm was already an incomparably powerful existence. Each of the five purple-robed elders exuded a chilling aura, and could destroy the world with a mere gesture.

But Lei Ling dismissed them as mere ants, which he found utterly incomprehensible.

This is undoubtedly a very direct declaration of a chasm between realms, like an insurmountable chasm, clearly indicating a higher level of power.

In Lei Ling's eyes, those five purple-robed elders were nothing more than beings slightly stronger than ordinary ants.

Even with their extraordinary abilities, they are merely struggling in vain before the higher realm represented by Lei Ling, and are simply unable to contend with him.

A bitter taste, like a vine, slowly climbed up Ling Xiao's lips.

A hint of helplessness and disappointment flashed in his eyes as he said softly, "Senior, it seems that I am still separated from that level by a vast chasm."

He knew all too well that there was a huge gap between himself and that unknown high realm, a gap as vast as the Milky Way, unreachable.

He didn't know how much effort he would have to put in, or how many hardships he would have to overcome, to cross this insurmountable barrier and reach that coveted realm.

"The road is indeed long." Lei Ling's voice rang out again in Ling Xiao's mind. This time, its voice carried a rare, elusive quality.

The voice seemed to come from a distant time and space, carrying the vicissitudes of time and endless profound meaning.

"However, let's cherish the present moment."

The higher one climbs in cultivation, the thicker the fog becomes, and the more confused one's Dao heart may become.

Ling Xiao was completely confused, and his doubts grew stronger.

He asked, puzzled, "Why?"

In his mind, the stronger one's power, the clearer one should be and the deeper one's understanding of the nature of the world. How could he fall into confusion instead?

It's like someone groping forward in the dark, thinking that as they keep moving forward, they will gradually be able to see the road ahead, but unexpectedly, the further they go, the thicker the fog becomes, making them even more disoriented.

"The true meaning of this is beyond your comprehension at this moment." Lei Ling's reply carried a condescending detachment, as if Ling Xiao's questioning appeared utterly naive and ignorant to it. (End of Chapter)