Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14360 Mysterious Woman
Ji Mingkong was left alone. She stood quietly, tilting her head slightly, her gaze fixed on the sky that had instantly returned to calm, yet was now turbulent with undercurrents.

The seemingly clear sky now appeared to her like a bottomless abyss, concealing countless unknown dangers.

Her beautiful eyes were filled with solemnity and worry, her brows furrowed tightly, as if she were contemplating the impending storm.

What Ling Xiao takes so seriously is no ordinary matter.

Ling Xiao has always been calm and cautious. He would not have left in such a hurry and with such seriousness unless he encountered an extremely difficult situation.

Ji Mingkong felt as if a heavy stone was pressing on her heart. She couldn't help but worry about Ling Xiao's safety, and at the same time, she was filled with vigilance against the unknown danger.

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In the depths of the endless void, it resembled a chaotic ocean, with spatial turbulence raging like a raging river.

The violent energy was like a wild horse that had broken free of its reins, rampaging and tearing space apart with hideous cracks and making terrifying sounds.

Ling Xiao's figure suddenly stopped. He stood suspended in the turbulent energy flow, like an unyielding mountain.

A strong wind howled past, making his clothes flutter like a flag waving in the wind.

His gaze was sharp as a sword, fixed on the distance not far ahead, his eyes revealing vigilance and determination.

There, a figure stood silently, unnoticed.

Her figure stood out starkly amidst the turbulent spatial currents, yet remained perfectly harmonious, as if she were an integral part of the void itself.

It was a woman dressed in a jet-black robe. The robe was soft yet crisp, remaining perfectly still and spotless in the fierce wind, like a black lotus blooming in the darkness.

A seemingly ordinary black folding fan hung casually from her waist. The fan hung quietly, yet it seemed to contain endless secrets.

Her face was obscured, shrouded in a hazy glow, making it impossible to discern her true features, but this only added to her mystique.

But her posture was upright, like a pine tree standing proudly between heaven and earth, giving people a feeling of heroic spirit and unrestrained elegance.

Although she simply stood there quietly without making any movement, she seemed to be the core of the entire void. Even the turbulent spatial currents around her became docile when they approached her, as if they were intimidated by the powerful aura emanating from her.

Ling Xiao's heart began to beat faster involuntarily, as if an invisible hand was tightly gripping his heart.

His expression was more solemn than ever before, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

The woman before him exerted an even greater sense of pressure than the Fiery Sect Ancestor in his prime!

The patriarch of the Blazing Fire Sect was a renowned master with unfathomable strength, who once struck fear into the hearts of countless people.

And this is merely a wisp of her avatar projected here!
Ling Xiao could clearly sense that the power contained within this clone was like a volcano about to erupt, capable of unleashing devastating energy at any moment.

If even a mere clone possesses such power, the strength of its true form is simply unimaginable!
Ling Xiao couldn't help but wonder to himself who this woman was, where she came from, and why she was here.

Just as Ling Xiao was on high alert, his nerves taut like a fully drawn bowstring, his eyes fixed on the mysterious woman in black robes in front of him, not missing a single slight movement, the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword hanging at his waist suddenly began to tremble violently without warning.

The sword seemed to be driven by an invisible, violent force, and began to tremble uncontrollably, emitting a series of crisp and rapid buzzing sounds, like a caged beast roaring in an attempt to break free.

On the sword's blade, light flowed and shimmered, with multicolored rays weaving freely like nimble snakes, seemingly extremely excited, as if conveying some ancient and complex message that Ling Xiao had never heard of before. That message seemed to come from a distant time and space, carrying the vicissitudes and mystery of time.

Ling Xiao's brows furrowed even more, resembling two tightly knit hills, his face full of doubt and wariness.

He looked down at the restless Demon Lord Black Sky Sword and muttered irritably:

"You fickle person, do you know this woman?"

Because the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword had a history of betraying Ling Xiao and failed at a crucial moment, almost putting Ling Xiao in a desperate situation, Ling Xiao was extremely dissatisfied with it and named it "Wallflower" to express his disdain and mockery.

At this moment, the Black Heaven Sword of the Demon Lord trembled even faster, like a child eager to express himself, impatient to tell about his discovery.

It even detached itself from its scabbard by a few inches, the blade trembling slightly in the air, its tip pointing slightly at the woman in black robes, emitting a soft murmur that sounded like both a sob and a joyful cry.

The voice was sometimes low and plaintive, as if expressing the longing for a long-awaited reunion; at other times it was high-pitched and passionate, as if celebrating the reunion with an old friend, as if encountering a very familiar presence.

The woman's originally calm gaze was like a bottomless pool of dark water, which seemed to shift slightly due to the strange movement of the Demon Lord's Black Heaven Sword.

Her deep, star-like eyes glanced lightly at the sword, but the gaze was fleeting, like a breeze across a lake, leaving no ripples.

Then, her gaze settled on Ling Xiao again, still silently watching him. Her eyes seemed to have an invisible penetrating power, as if she wanted to see through him completely, inside and out, and see through all his secrets and past.

Ling Xiao felt extremely uncomfortable under that deep and unfathomable gaze, as if he were in a frozen wasteland, with a chill rising straight up from the soles of his feet.

He felt that all his secrets were exposed, and under this gaze, he was like a transparent person.

He took a deep breath, trying to suppress the fluttering of his heart and keep his voice as steady as possible.

He spoke tentatively, his voice carrying clearly through the void:

"Senior...do you know me?"

The voice carried a hint of uncertainty, a hint of expectation, and a subtle hint of nervousness.

The woman did not answer Ling Xiao's question, as if Ling Xiao's words were just a breeze drifting in the void, having no effect on her.

Instead, she took a light step, a seemingly ordinary step that contained endless mystery.

Where her footsteps landed, the space seemed to be gently kneaded by an invisible hand, instantly twisting and deforming. She ignored the distance in space and, like a ghost, instantly arrived less than three feet in front of Ling Xiao.

At such close range, Ling Xiao felt an invisible yet immense pressure bearing down on him. The pressure was so strong that it made the air around him feel heavy.

The surrounding void seemed to freeze due to this oppressive force, as if time itself had stood still at this moment.