Martial Conquest of the Nine Desolates

After Xiao Ye ascended to the King Martial Realm, a part of the vast content of the Four Emperor Skills was unlocked again, which pertained to the cultivation techniques of the King Martial Scroll.

However, this scroll was even more grandiose and difficult to comprehend than the Void Martial Scroll, resembling a magnificent galaxy pouring down from above the Nine Heavens, continually washing over his spirit.

In a trance, Xiao Ye felt his soul leaving his physical body, rising ceaselessly, bursting straight out of his courtyard, floating up to the space above the Earth Hall, then rushing out of this space to hover above the Taiyi Holy Palace.

Looking down, Xiao Ye could see the entire panoramic view of the Holy Palace. There were mountains piercing the clouds, ridges undulating like dragons, and amongst the luxurious and exquisite palaces, a mighty aura was emanating.

In various places, the faintly transmitted fluctuations caused Xiao Ye’s soul to tremble and prickle with pain; each wave was as if released by a divine being, his soul on the verge of melting like snow in the sunshine.

Fortunately, an overbearing aura that scorned the Nine Heavens rose within his soul, blocking these fluctuations, allowing him to catch his breath momentarily.

This most ancient sect in the Central State, with a deeply profound heritage, was terrifying. What Xiao Ye had seen was merely one percent, with many secrets still waiting for him to explore.

Swoosh!

Xiao Ye’s soul continued to ascend, flying out from the Taiyi Holy Palace to a vast and boundless universe. The pitch-black universe was frigid, stars twinkling, seemingly representing the mighty ones of the True Spirit Continent, shining their most brilliant light in their lifetimes.

Whoosh!

Then, the universe abruptly transformed, a Thunder Sea that radiated the splendor of Heavenly Might pressing down towards Xiao Ye. The intense light illuminated everything, an overwhelming power that seemed impossible for humans to withstand.