Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14603 Enlightenment

"Senior, it's more appropriate for you to ask me about this."

Ling Xiao gave Qingluan a reassuring look, then turned to the Black Soul King with a calm smile:

"Senior, do you intend to truly wield the Demon Lord's Black Sky Sword?"

"good."

The Black Soul King spoke succinctly, his gaze fixed on Ling Xiao as if scrutinizing him to see if he was lying.

"How about we find a quieter place to discuss this in detail?"

Ling Xiao made the suggestion, his tone calm.

The Black Soul King had no objection; he had never wanted to get entangled with the Azure Phoenix any further in this place.

The two figures flashed and landed in an elegant courtyard in the city.

Beside the stone table, Ling Xiao personally poured a cup of tea and pushed it in front of the Black Soul King, his expression sincere:

"Senior, let's not beat around the bush."

"I truly cannot control that Demon Lord Black Sky Sword."

The Black Soul King paused, his hand holding the teacup still, his gaze calm as an ancient well, awaiting the next words.

He didn't believe that Ling Xiao had gained nothing.

Ling Xiao continued:

"If I could truly control this sword completely, I would have already used it to explore the mysteries beyond the Realm of Annihilation. Why would I be dealing with various forces here and putting myself in danger?"

He changed the subject, a mysterious glint in his eyes:

"However... although I cannot control it, I can take you into the spiritual world of this sword for a look."

"Swords have spirits. Whether you can gain the sword spirit's approval and truly master it depends entirely on your own destiny."

"The spirit world?"

A sharp glint flashed in the Black Soul King's eyes, and his fingers tightened slightly as he gripped the teacup.

He had cultivated for ten thousand years and had only ever heard of a very few treasures that could give birth to a spiritual world with "inner universe". The level of this demonic sword was even higher than he had imagined!

"Exactly."

"A precious sword holds its own secrets; you will know once you see it for yourself, senior."

Ling Xiao raised his hand as he spoke.

After a moment's thought, the Black Soul King took out the still-silent Demon Lord Black Heaven Sword from his sleeve and gently placed it on the stone table.

Ling Xiao reached out and touched the sword. With a thought, the demonic intent within him resonated with the residual aura in the sword. In the next instant, the two figures faded away from the courtyard like water vapor and disappeared without a trace.

The Demon Lord Black Heaven Sword Spirit World.

The moment he stepped inside, the Black Soul King was so shocked by the sight before him that he almost lost his composure!

This is not the interior of a sword; it is clearly a self-contained universe!

The space is layered upon layered, endless and boundless; the laws flow like the Milky Way, weaving into a microcosm of the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, clearly visible yet profound and unfathomable; every inch of the sword wall is engraved with primitive and ancient Dao patterns, and with each breath one can feel the energy flow far exceeding the level of the Nirvana Realm, vast and pure, carrying the ultimate power of destruction and creation.

The Demon Lord's sword truly lives up to its reputation!

Just as the Black Soul King was about to ask a question, his figure suddenly vanished from the spot without warning.

Ling Xiao felt a blur before his eyes, and when he looked again, the two of them were in a chaotic void. Not far ahead, a blurry figure stood quietly. In the hand of that person was a phantom that was exactly the same as the Demon Lord's Black Heaven Sword. The figure exuded an unparalleled pressure that looked down on the world and dominated all things.

"The Realm of Demon Breaking?!"

The Black Soul King's voice was dry and hoarse, trembling uncontrollably, his withered fingers clenched tightly, his knuckles turning white.

Those eyes, which had seen through the vicissitudes of life and were long since calm and still, were now fixed on the sword in the figure's hand and the aura that surpassed all demonic realms, as if they had seen the ultimate goal that he had been seeking all his life!

"Seeing the Demon", "Inner Demon", "Dream Demon", "My Demon", "Other Demon", "All Demons", "True Demon", "Illuminated Demon", "Breaking the Demon"!

The Dark Soul King muttered to himself, speaking rapidly, his eyes filled with fascination and excitement:

"I have spent my entire life searching and countless years exploring, yet I have only reached the peak of the 'Demon Realm.' The Demon-Breaking Realm was merely a legendary existence for me, but now it has truly appeared before my eyes!"

Ling Xiao was also surprised.

The Black Soul King was able to recognize the Demon-Breaking Realm at a glance!

Such insight and profound knowledge of the demonic path are indeed unfathomable.

He could sense that the aura emanating from that blurry figure resonated faintly with the Demon Lord's mark remaining in his bloodline. It was none other than the ancient Demon Lord who unified the Bai Ze Continent and suppressed even the Holy Lord of the Holy Hall!

"Breaking the Demon Realm..."

The Black Soul King murmured again, his gaze towards the figure now almost devout:

"Below the Demon-Slaying Realm, all living beings are mere straw dogs!"

"Whether it's the Holy Temple or those old monsters of Broken Boundaries Mountain, in the eyes of those who have truly reached this realm, what difference is there between them and ants?"

"How laughable, how pathetic!"

"I have struggled for ten thousand years, only to find myself sitting in a well with a limited view of the sky!"

He finally understood why Ling Xiao, who possessed such a precious treasure, had been able to survive until now, surrounded by wolves.

This is not just luck or scheming; the deeper reason is probably that the karma of this Demon Lord of the Demon-Breaking Realm is protecting or binding him in the dark!

This sword was never an ordinary object from the beginning; it was the inherited artifact of that supreme being!

The Black Soul King slowly walked towards the figure, bowed deeply to the phantom, and showed the utmost respect.

His eyes held a mixture of obsession, longing, and bewilderment, which ultimately coalesced into a resolute clarity.

Ten thousand years of arduous cultivation are not as good as a sudden enlightenment. This place is his only chance to break through!

"I... wish to remain here to meditate."

He suddenly spoke, his voice low yet firm, carrying an unwavering resolve:

"No matter how many years it takes, even if it means death and the annihilation of my soul, I will not hesitate!"

Ling Xiao's pupils contracted slightly, his tone tinged with surprise:

"Senior, you..."

"This sword is meaningless to me now, you can keep it."

The Black Soul King didn't turn his head, his voice low but firm, his gaze fixed on the illusory figure of the Demon-Breaking Realm:

"All I have ever sought in my life is the pinnacle of the demonic path."

"This spiritual world of the sword spirit is the best place for enlightenment. Let me stay here to comprehend it until I touch the threshold of the Demon-Breaking Realm."

Ling Xiao: "..."

He looked down at the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword in his hand, which he had lost and then regained, and for a moment he was speechless.

This hot potato, which had gone through so much trouble and caused such chaos in the Realm of Nirvana, has returned to its own hands in such a dramatic way.

The sword trembled slightly, emitting a low groan that seemed both helpless and fatal, as if it had long known its turbulent end.

Ling Xiao shook his head and chuckled, his fingertips caressing the cool blade of the sword. He bowed to the Black Soul King, who was immersed in his comprehension of the Great Dao, and quietly withdrew from the sword spirit's spiritual world.

He had no desire to disturb this powerful figure who had touched upon the ultimate path of magic.

Upon returning to the elegant courtyard, Ling Xiao felt something and suddenly looked up at the sky.

Above the sky, spatial ripples surged, and Chi Ling returned, accompanied by a white-robed swordsman with an incomparably sharp aura.

The swordsman wore a bamboo hat that covered most of his face, revealing only his hard jawline. His sword intent was like a drawn sword, sharp and unrestrained, and was in no way inferior to Chi Ling's sword intent!

Ling Xiao flashed and instantly appeared in front of the two, his smile as usual, but a hint of barely perceptible mockery hidden in his eyes:

"Why is Miss Chiling back again?"

"Could it be that you left in such a hurry that you forgot something important?" (End of Chapter)