bookandnovel Chapter 14683 Can we let that child go?
Chapter 14683 Can we let that child go?
Chapter 14683 Can we let that child go?
The aura within Ling Xiao's body was like an ancient divine fire that had been ignited, and it began to surge wildly and undergo a qualitative change!
The bones crackled and popped, as if they were being reshaped and strengthened;
The blood surged like a roaring river, every drop of blood was boiling and transforming.
Every pore on its body opened wide, frantically devouring the surrounding starlight and the energy of the sea of clouds. Every cell was rejoicing and evolving, leaping towards a higher level of life form!
The excruciating pain and the powerful sensation emanating from the depths of my bones swept through my entire body like a double whammy of ice and fire!
The crackling sounds of bone remodeling, the roar of surging blood, and the jubilant sounds of cell metamorphosis intertwined, yet Ling Xiao's mind remained clear and lucid under the protection of the man in the green robe's immense power, without the slightest trace of confusion.
"Calm your mind and focus your spirit, draw upon the power of your essence and blood to merge with the origin of your bloodline, digest this vast energy, and make it your own." The voice of the man in the green robe resounded directly in the depths of Ling Xiao's soul, peaceful yet carrying an undeniable power, stabilizing his turbulent emotions like a stabilizing needle.
Ling Xiao dared not be negligent in the slightest. He immediately sat cross-legged, formed hand seals, and fully activated the Nine Revolutions Reincarnation Demon Art.
As his cultivation technique rapidly circulated, he actively guided the drop of essence blood containing supreme power, allowing it to slowly seep into the depths of his bloodstream along his meridians, beginning a frenzied process of fusion and digestion.
Not far away, the small white beast on the shoulder of the man in the green robe had put down the jade cup in its paws at some point.
The little head peeked towards Ling Xiao, blinked its round black eyes, gestured with its little paws, and made light "squeak" sounds, as if it were marveling or expressing some kind of expectation.
Seeing this, the man in the green robe smiled helplessly, stretched out his slender fingers, and gently rubbed the little beast's fluffy head, saying in a doting tone, "Don't rush, take your time."
The little white beast rubbed against his fingers before sitting up straight again, its gaze fixed intently on Ling Xiao…
At this moment, profound Daoist energy began to flow spontaneously around Ling Xiao, and his aura rose rapidly like a rocket, each surge stronger than the last, making the little beast's curiosity grow even stronger.
The man in the green robe gazed silently at Ling Xiao, his eyes as distant as the Milky Way, as if piercing through the barriers of time, lost in deep thought, with a hint of melancholy and expectation hidden between his brows.
……
Outside the bamboo house, in the courtyard bathed in starlight.
The phantom of the sword demon stood silently beside the ancient well, its bare feet lightly touching the soft black soil. Its gaze, sharp as lightning, was fixed on the seemingly empty, endless darkness beyond the fence. Its clear, cold voice carried an undeniable penetrating power: "You've been following me all this way, aren't you going to show yourself now?"
Wherever her gaze fell, the void suddenly distorted, like ripples on water.
The next moment, an old man dressed in an ancient gray-white Taoist robe slowly stepped out... The robe was made of rough fabric, with mottled marks of time, and the collar and cuffs were embroidered with ancient patterns that had long since faded.
The old man held a wooden staff that was twisted and gnarled like a dragon. The staff was covered with cracks, but it exuded a sense of weight and solemnity that had suppressed the ages.
His face was gaunt, with wrinkles like deep ravines, but his eyes were as deep as ancient wells. His aura was obscure and ancient, completely different from the Daoist charm of martial artists of the present era. He seemed more like a living fossil from a bygone era.
The old man stared intently at Jian Sha with a solemn gaze, and slowly spoke, his voice hoarse as if metal were rubbing together:
"I have lived for nearly ten thousand years, and I can say that I have heard of or recorded eight or nine out of ten of the powerful figures in this Silent Realm throughout history. However, Your Excellency... Your aura is so ancient, yet you are completely unfamiliar and have never appeared in any ancient texts."
Sword Demon's expression remained calm and his tone indifferent: "What you know are merely the people of your own time and those who came after. As for me... I don't belong to the 'time' you perceive."
Not of this era!
The old man's pupils suddenly contracted as if struck by lightning, and a huge wave of shock surged in his heart!
He is already one of the oldest beings in the world, a veritable living fossil, yet this woman claims to be even older than his own time? What an ancient era that must be, what a terrifying existence!
"You... what exactly is your background? And what is your connection with that brat Ling Xiao?" The old man's voice grew increasingly hoarse, and his hand gripping the wooden cane tightened slightly involuntarily, his knuckles turning white... He had already sensed a deadly threat.
Sword Demon remained silent for a moment, his gaze seemingly piercing through the old man's figure, looking towards a deeper, more ancient time and space, before softly asking, "Could you... spare that child?"
The old man's eyes instantly sharpened like swords, his concealed aura suddenly tightened, and he uttered two words decisively: "No!"
Yun Yin's death concerns the face and prestige of the Sword Star Holy Hall; this grudge must be avenged! No matter how powerful the entity behind Ling Xiao is, he cannot back down.
Upon hearing this resolute answer, Jian Sha's eyes remained unmoved. He offered no further persuasion, nor did he take the initiative to attack.
Ling Xiao must ultimately forge his own path. She can protect him for now, but not forever. Only through trials and tribulations can he truly grow and shoulder the responsibilities he bears.
The old man did not immediately launch an attack. He had already seen through it all; the woman before him was merely an energy phantom, not her true form... As a phantom, she could not exist forever and would eventually exhaust her energy and dissipate. He only needed to wait patiently until she was exhausted before he made his move.
The deeper reason was that he felt a palpitation emanating from the depths of his soul emanating from the sword demon, and he had no confidence whatsoever that he could defeat this seemingly illusory figure. Waiting was the most rational choice at the moment.
The old man gave Jian Sha a deep look, said nothing more, and his figure slowly became transparent, as if merging into the surrounding starlight, and disappeared completely, leaving only a faint aura, which locked onto the direction of the bamboo house.
Jian Sha turned around, his gaze falling on the tranquil bamboo house, a subtle ripple appearing in his eyes. Fragments of memories, long since sunk into the depths of time, surfaced quietly like shattered glass, only to vanish swiftly, leaving behind a faint sense of melancholy.
……
At this moment, Ling Xiao was still doing his best to guide and absorb that drop of essence blood containing supreme power.
To his surprise, he found that this drop of essence blood was unusually "docile," completely lacking the domineering and unruly nature he had imagined the essence blood of a powerful being to possess.
It did not passively undergo the refining process; instead, as if it possessed a spirit, it actively integrated into his bloodline origin, intertwining and merging with his demonic blood, as if the two were originally from the same source and were now completing a belated "reunion" and "completion".
This process saved him from countless dangers and hardships in refining alien energy, and its efficiency far exceeded his expectations.
Not far away, the small white beast on the shoulder of the man in the green robe tilted its head, its bright black eyes staring intently at Ling Xiao...
At this moment, Ling Xiao was enveloped in a faint dark golden halo, and profound Daoist charm flowed spontaneously. His aura rose steadily, and each breakthrough caused a slight tremor in the surrounding sea of clouds.