Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14390 Mutation
Ling Xiao's aura began to rise and transform at an astonishing speed. His originally stable aura became violent and turbulent, like a volcano about to erupt, containing the power to destroy the world.

Above, the old man kept his eyes fixed on Ling Xiao, a glint of expectation flashing in his eyes. That expectation contained both curiosity about the unknown outcome and a faint hope that Ling Xiao would succeed.

He said softly:

"The most crucial moment has arrived."

The essence of the demonic dragon is used to refine its form. This essence of the demonic dragon is the core of its body, containing the dragon's violent and powerful energy. It can reshape its physical form, making its body more resilient and stronger.
The Nine Yang Holy Water tempers his spirit. It is derived from the purest yang energy in the world and can purify his soul and temper his spirit.

If he can fully withstand the power of the alternating ice and fire, his physical body will break free of its shackles, undergo a qualitative leap, and embark on a completely new path to becoming a powerful being!

The middle-aged man looked at the changes in Ling Xiao's body and couldn't help but show a hint of envy in his eyes.

That envy was so real, it shimmered in his eyes.

He murmured to himself:

"To be baptized by the essence of a demonic dragon—this is an opportunity that countless martial artists dream of. The essence of a demonic dragon can grant a martial artist immense strength and a resilient physique."

The Nine Yang Holy Water strengthens the foundation, making a martial artist's base more stable and laying a solid foundation for future cultivation..."

This guy is incredibly lucky! How could such a good thing fall into his lap?!

The old man nodded slightly, his gaze still fixed on Ling Xiao, and slowly said:
"How much he can absorb and to what extent he can transform depends entirely on his own will and destiny."

Those with strong will can remain true to themselves amidst this violent power, absorb more essence, and achieve greater transformation;
Those with weak wills may be devoured by this power, losing all their previous efforts.

All of this depends on him.

However, as soon as he finished speaking—

"Buzz!"

A fierce aura, far more intense and domineering than before, seemingly originating from the primordial era, suddenly erupted from Ling Xiao's body.

The aura spread outwards like a surging tide, distorting and deforming the air wherever it passed.

It was as if an ancient ferocious beast had awakened within Ling Xiao's body, filled with boundless rage and fury, ready to break free from the shackles of this world.

"boom!"

A solid, crimson-golden pillar of light burst through the icy pool without warning, piercing straight into the sky!

The beam of light was thick and dazzling, like a giant dragon rising from hell, carrying an aura of world destruction.

A beam of light shot into the sky, instantly turning the clouds above into an eerie blood red, as if it were a sign of the impending apocalypse.

A domineering, ancient, and kingly aura permeated the air, making the surrounding atmosphere heavy.

Under this oppressive force, both the middle-aged man and the old man couldn't help but change color slightly, sensing the terror and power of this force.

Above, the old man, who had been as calm and composed as a deep pool or ancient well, suddenly changed his expression. His eyes, which had been calm and collected and seemed to see through everything in the world, were now filled with disbelief and horror.

The shock, like a surging tide, instantly shattered his inner peace.

His lips trembled slightly, and he gasped in shock, his voice trembling with panic:

"This...this aura...something's not right!"

How is this possible?!

The bloodline within him was actually reversing course, devouring and assimilating the demonic dragon's essence blood?!

The dragon's essence blood is incredibly violent and powerful; it has always been the one to erode and transform the bloodlines of other living beings. Yet now, this boy's bloodline has taken over, completely defying all logic!

Oops!

This is bad news!!

If this situation continues, it could lead to uncontrollable changes. Not only would this kid's life be in danger, but it might even jeopardize our entire plan!

Deep underground, in a frigid pool formed from millennia-old ice, the air is chilling and the coldness is bone-chilling, as if it could freeze one's very soul.

As Ling Xiao stood there, his bones crackled like popping beans, the sound dense and crisp, as if countless tiny firecrackers were exploding at the same time.

His distorted figure was reflected on the icy wall, appearing particularly eerie and terrifying under the cold light.

Every muscle was twitching violently, as if being pulled and kneaded by countless invisible hands.

A faint crimson-gold shimmer could be seen flowing beneath the skin, like a nimble snake, carrying a mysterious yet powerful force.

His entire body seemed to be manipulated by invisible threads, twisting into bizarre arcs in the air, his limbs swinging uncontrollably, making him look exactly like a dying venomous python struggling for its life.

His contorted posture sent chills down one's spine, as if one could feel the immense pain he was enduring.

An even more horrifying change occurred within his body.

The blood, which had been flowing gently, suddenly boiled and surged wildly, as if it had been thrown into boiling oil and ice water.

Countless streaks of crimson-gold bloodline power, like wild horses, surged and crashed along the eight extraordinary meridians without any discernible pattern.

Wherever they passed, the meridians were impacted and felt a dull ache, as if they were about to be torn apart by this violent force.

Whenever these forces pass through acupoints, a bump the size of a pigeon egg will swell up on the skin, as if some living thing is scurrying under the skin.

These protrusions sometimes cluster together, like small hills, carrying a heavy sense of oppression;
Sometimes it disperses like a spider web, crisscrossing and stretching his skin to almost transparency, through which one can vaguely see the scorching energy flowing, an energy like a burning flame, radiating a terrifying aura.

At the edge of the stone platform, the old man, who had been as silent as an ancient well, suddenly had his cloudy eyes flash with a sharp light like that of a hawk. That light seemed to be able to penetrate all illusions and reach the essence of things.

His thin fingers were so clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white, and blue veins bulged at his knuckles, like lurking earthworms.

His wide sleeves moved and fluttered even without wind, as if an invisible force was surging within them.

The air within three zhang around him began to fluctuate violently, like a boulder being thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples, as if invisible forces were colliding fiercely, emitting a faint rumbling sound.

"This child's bloodline is strange!"

The old man's deep voice echoed slowly in the closed cultivation room, each word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying an unbelievable tremor.

The sound echoed continuously in the silent training room, like an alarm bell, sounding the alarm about unknown dangers.

Bloodline mutation!
At this moment, Ling Xiao's face was distorted beyond recognition, as if it were being violently kneaded by an invisible hand.

The veins on his forehead were coiled like earthworms, bulging high as if they were about to burst at any moment.