Batian Martial Soul

The sword-shaped grass was pure white, emitting a faint glow, as if it were formed from the purest energy in the world.

Its shape resembles a sharp longsword, with some mysterious patterns faintly visible on its blade, as if telling an ancient story.

Ling Bi was slightly taken aback, then reached out her hands and gently accepted the sword-shaped grass.

The moment her fingers touched the sword-shaped grass, she felt a cool touch, as if there were flowing light within it. A mysterious and powerful force flowed into her body through her fingers, causing her to tremble slightly.

She looked up, her eyes filled with confusion and surprise: "What is this?"

The old man looked at Ling Bi with a gentle smile on his face and slowly said, "This sword-shaped grass contains the sword intent of a powerful sword cultivator."

"That swordsman was an exceptionally talented individual in his lifetime. His sword intent was incredibly sharp, yet it also contained a profound wisdom."

"If you think about it carefully, you may gain unexpected and great insights that can help you become a sword immortal sooner."

Ling Bi solemnly accepted the sword-shaped grass, holding it tightly in both hands as if she were holding the most precious treasure in the world.

She bowed deeply, her voice sincere and firm: "Thank you, senior."

The old man gazed at Ling Xiao, a deep, dark light shining in his weathered eyes, as if he could see through the long river of time.

His hands trembled slightly, emitting a low humming sound, as if it were a call from ancient times.

Inside the cave, water droplets dripped from the ceiling, making a crisp sound that intertwined with the buzzing sound from the old man's hands, creating an eerie melody that filled the entire cave with a mysterious and solemn atmosphere.

"This world," the old man stood quietly in the cave, his figure seemingly blending into the surrounding darkness. His voice was hoarse and ethereal, as if it came from the distant past, carrying the vicissitudes and weight of time, "is no longer the era when the Demon Sect reigned supreme."

"Back then, the Demonic Sect ran rampant, causing widespread suffering and death wherever it went, and the whole world trembled in fear."

"But now, times have changed, and everything has changed."

"Your appearance is like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, signifying the greatest change in the world."

"In the future, there will likely be endless troubles coming one after another."

After saying that, his gaze slowly passed over Lingxiao, as if piercing through the barrier of the cave and seeing the distant future.

That future might be a bloodbath, or an endless abyss of darkness. A trace of worry flashed in his eyes, a worry like a shooting star streaking across the night sky, fleeting yet clearly visible.

Ling Xiao stood quietly opposite the old man. After hearing the old man's words, his eyebrows twitched slightly, and his ink-black hair moved without wind, as if a mysterious power was surging around him.

His body was filled with sword intent, like a sharp blade about to be drawn, exuding a sharp and cold aura.

He raised his head, his gaze firm and confident, his voice clear as the clinking of jade stones, yet carrying an undeniable determination: "What is there to fear?"

"Throughout my life, I, Ling Xiao, have never been afraid of any challenge."

"Whether it be the hardships and dangers ahead or the unknown troubles, I will use the sword in my hand to cut through all obstacles."

The old man stared at Ling Xiao for a long time, his gaze almost tangible, as if he wanted to see right through Ling Xiao.

Throughout this long gaze, Ling Xiao remained upright with a firm look in his eyes, showing no sign of backing down.

A look of satisfaction gradually appeared on the old man's wrinkled face, his smile as warm and kind as the winter sun.

Suddenly, she slowly raised her hand and drew a mysterious rune on the ground with her bare hand.

The runes were intricate, seemingly containing the ultimate truths of the universe, shimmering with a faint light that reflected her complex expression.

There is nostalgia for the past, worries about the future, and even more expectations for Lingxiao.

"Your identity is special; perhaps you should try to find those old guys left over from the era of the Demonic Sect."

Her voice suddenly lowered, carrying a hint of mystery, as if afraid of disturbing something, "I believe that there are always some beings still clinging to life, waiting for something in some corner of this world."

"They may possess some secrets from the era of the Demonic Sect, or they may have great power. If you can get their help, you may gain unexpected benefits."

Ling Xiao's eyes flickered slightly, and black flames flickered in his eyes, as if they came from the depths of hell, exuding a mysterious and dangerous aura.

He stared intently at the old man and asked directly, "Are they very strong?"

His question was concise and clear, yet it carried an air of authority, as if it left no room for doubt.

The old man nodded slightly and gently tapped his right foot on the ground.

In an instant, a dark ripple spread out from her right foot. The ripple was like a black wave, and wherever it passed, the moss on the stone wall withered and regenerated instantly, as if it had gone through a cycle of reincarnation.

This miraculous scene moved even Ling Xiao slightly.

"Those who have survived to this day," the old man said with a hint of awe, as if speaking of something forbidden, "are either so weak as to be ignored, or so strong as to be beyond imagination."

"Some of those old monsters slumber deep underground, keeping company with darkness, accumulating power over endless years; some live in seclusion beyond the nine heavens, far from the hustle and bustle of the world, seemingly transcending heaven and earth; and others..."

She suddenly paused, a hint of apprehension flashing in her eyes, a apprehension as cold as a twinkling star in the night sky, sending chills down one's spine. "Perhaps it's hiding right beside us."

Ling Xiao lowered his head slightly, his strong jawline twitched slightly, and his fingertips, like dragonflies skimming the water, casually brushed against the hilt of the gleaming sword at his waist. Then he slowly uttered, "Understood."

These three simple words, spoken by him, seemed to carry immense weight.

Each word seemed to carry an invisible power, resonating in the air, allowing people to truly feel the unwavering determination and heavy responsibility within.

The old man stood there quietly, his deep eyes like an unfathomable ancient well, gazing intently at Ling Xiao.

His already withered hands began to tremble slightly uncontrollably, as if carrying too many emotions and worries.

After a long while, he slowly spoke, his voice low and hoarse: "Take care of yourself."

These four simple words are so light and airy, as if a gentle breeze could blow them away.

However, to Ling Xiao, it sounded as heavy as a mountain, as it represented the old man's high expectations and deep concern for him.

Ling Xiao didn't say anything more, but silently turned around, took firm steps, and walked towards the cave exit.

His tall and resolute figure stood out prominently in the dim cave.

Behind them, the old man's figure seemed to be swallowed by the darkness, gradually merging into the endless darkness. (End of Chapter)