Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14417 Crimson Phoenix
Several timid soldiers began to tremble uncontrollably, as if they were in a frozen wasteland.

The illusory figure looked at Ling Xiao, its gaze lingering on him for a moment, a barely perceptible hint of approval flashing in its eyes, as if it had seen a pillar of society worthy of being nurtured.

Then, the illusory figure slowly spoke: "Come with me."

As soon as he finished speaking, the phantom waved its sleeve, and a soft light enveloped Ling Xiao.

The two figures vanished simultaneously into the swirling snow, leaving only the snowflakes still drifting in the air.

Only the kneeling crowd and the gradually cooling corpse remained in the square.

The palace lanterns flickered in the night, casting long shadows on everyone, as if telling the story of how the aftershocks of this turmoil had not yet subsided.

The sea of ​​clouds surged like a turbulent ocean, and rays of light painted the entire sky with magnificent colors.

Lingxiao followed the Beast King's phantom through layers of clouds and mist, as if traversing a mysterious world.

Finally, they stopped atop the Nine Heavens Palace.

The clouds here are like silver threads, delicate and soft, spreading out like an endless carpet underfoot, as if it were a fairyland where immortals live.

In the distance, cranes carrying streaks of light swept by. Their pure white wings shimmered with iridescent light under the glow of the sunset, and as they fluttered, they scattered starlight, like stars falling from the night sky to earth, a breathtaking sight.

The Beast King's phantom stood firmly in the clouds, like an unshakeable divine mountain.

She wore a plain white robe, which remained perfectly still in the fierce wind, as if it were isolated from the gale.

The dark gold patterns embroidered on the hem of the garment, faintly visible in the sunlight, resembled mysterious stars twinkling in the night sky, exuding an ancient and noble aura.

Her gaze was like lightning, so sharp it seemed to pierce through all illusions.

The gaze fell directly on the Mo Hun sword trembling slightly at Ling Xiao's waist, the blade shaking as if in response to the powerful gaze.

A hint of surprise flashed in the Beast King's eyes, a surprise as fleeting as a ripple on a calm lake.

She spoke slowly, her voice ethereal yet majestic: "My name is Chi Feng. 'Beast King' is merely an honorific title they use for me."

"The aura emanating from you is different from others. Are you a demonic cultivator?"

Ling Xiao nodded slightly, his movements calm and composed.

His fingertips gently brushed against the cold, mysterious crystal on the Bloodthirsty Blade. The crystal felt icy cold, as if it could freeze one's soul.

The blade emitted a clear, melodious sound, as if joyfully responding to the gaze of this ancient powerhouse, or perhaps recounting its past glory and carnage.

Ling Xiao could clearly feel the oppressive aura contained in the Beast King's gaze. The oppressive aura was like the entire sky collapsing down, making it difficult for him to breathe. However, he still straightened his spine and did not back down.

The Beast King's phantom began to slowly float around Lingxiao, her steps light and elegant, as if she were performing a mysterious dance.

The hem of her robe trailed tiny specks of light in the clouds, like stars scattered across the night sky—a breathtaking sight.

Her swaying figure stirred a gentle breeze, causing Lingxiao's hair to flutter softly.

Suddenly, the Beast King stopped. The vermilion mark between her brows became even more vivid in the glow of the sunset, like a burning flame.

She stared intently at Ling Xiao, her gaze filled with a hint of inquiry: "The aura emanating from you is quite peculiar, carrying a certain familiarity."

"This aura seems familiar, but I can't quite place it."

As she spoke, she stretched out a translucent finger and gently pointed it into the void, the finger seemingly containing endless mysteries.

“There is a strange aura hidden in your bloodline. This aura is not like that of ordinary cultivators. It is both ancient and mysterious.”

"But your mind is still filled with the lingering influence of the end times, as if you have experienced a great upheaval."

The Beast King's voice was deep and majestic, each word striking Ling Xiao's heart like a heavy hammer.

Ling Xiao remained silent, standing there quietly, letting the clouds flow through his fingers.

The clouds, like smooth silk, slipped through his fingers, bringing a cool sensation.

In the distance, cranes flapped their wings and swept across the sky, their pure white feathers scattering the drifting clouds like the freehand brushstrokes of a painter across the heavens.

Ling Xiao noticed that when the Beast King's phantom spoke those words, there were faint flashes of lightning deep in the clouds.

The lightning was like a lurking dragon, ready to erupt at any moment and bring a huge storm to the calm sky.

He remained secretly wary, wondering what the beast king would do next.

"So, the tentacles of the Heavenly Abyss Sanctuary have finally reached this far?"

The Beast Queen stood silently on the cloud, her unfathomable gaze fixed on the faint outline of the city below.

The city, shrouded in mist, resembled a misty celestial palace, yet it also exuded a sense of oppression.

The Beast King's voice was deep and weathered, as if it came from ancient times, carrying untold stories of the past and helplessness.

Her gaze seemed to possess the power to penetrate everything, piercing through the vast sea of ​​clouds and traversing layers of space, as if she could see those powerful enemies eyeing her covetously beyond the star field.

Those formidable enemies are like ferocious beasts lurking in the darkness, ready to pounce at any moment and tear this peaceful world to shreds.

Ling Xiao stood beside the Beast King and looked up when he heard her words.

A fierce wind howled past, causing his hair to dance wildly in the gale, like black ribbons fluttering in the air.

A hint of doubt flashed in his eyes as he asked, "Senior, you also know about that realm?"

What secrets and dangers are hidden in that mysterious place known as the Heavenly Abyss Sanctuary?

The Beast King nodded slightly, the movement elegant and composed.

Her sleeves fluttered gently, creating ripples wherever they passed, as if a pebble had been thrown into a calm lake.

She said slowly, "I sensed their presence back then."

"That evil yet powerful aura, like a venomous snake lurking in the darkness, kept me constantly on my guard."

As she spoke, she looked down at the vast mountains and rivers stretching for thousands of miles.

The landscape is magnificent and beautiful, with undulating mountains and rushing rivers, as if it were a masterpiece sculpted by nature with divine craftsmanship.

However, at this moment, the Beast King's eyes showed a hint of worry.

She shook her head and sighed softly, her voice filled with helplessness: "A thousand years ago, I fought against the inspector of the Heavenly Abyss Sanctuary."

"It was a breathtaking battle; the heavens and earth changed color, and the sun and moon lost their light."

"At that time, I knew that with the current strength of the Demon Sea, it would be difficult to withstand the sharp edge of Tianyuan."

"Their strength is too great, and their methods too ruthless; we are simply no match for them."

"I see."

Ling Xiao gripped the sword hilt tightly, his knuckles turning slightly white from the force.

The images of the mangled corpses he had seen on the ancient battlefield involuntarily surfaced in his mind.

The corpses lay scattered on the ground, some already reduced to bones, others still bearing traces of flesh and blood.