"Berserker?" Xue An couldn’t help saying.
"Mm, you could put it that way! So although you’re temporarily suppressing them with that tenacious Heart Realm of yours, once enough time passes, these heroic spirits sealed in your body will definitely cause trouble!"
At this point Xue An finally understood why the Xing Tian clan had been given the title of War God in ancient legends.
Because this love of battle had already been carved deep into their very bones.
Xue An’s expression also unconsciously grew serious. "Then what should I do?"
"I told you, this is the price you have to pay, but at the same time it’s also your opportunity. Do you know why I reside upon this White Bone Throne?"
Xue An’s heart stirred.
"That’s right, because I, and this White Bone Throne under my feet, are actually the strongest weapon for suppressing and manding them!"
Hearing this, Xue An finally understood everything.
Xing Tian continued, "Before, I engraved the heroic spirits of these old rades of mine into your body just to see whether you could withstand all this. In the end, you did. So next, I’ll transfer all authority over them to you!"
Xue An was shaken. "What about you?"
"Me?" Xing Tian smiled. "Don’t worry. As a War God, I’ll only die on the battlefield, I’ll never end my own life. But as things stand, if I want to leave this place, I can only rely on you. So from here on, I’ll also bee your vassal!"
Xue An’s mouth parted slightly. "Vassal?"
"The term isn’t perfectly accurate, but there’s no better one. All you need to know is that from now on I’ll also bee part of the tattoo on your back. That’s enough!"
"But before doing all this, I at least have to teach you everything I can, because your current strength is far too weak!"
Only now did Xue An fully understand Xing Tian’s overall plan.
"Uh... this..."
Before he finished speaking, Xing Tian had already smashed a fist toward Xue An. "Then let’s start with fist techniques!"
Xue An was already somewhat used to Xing Tian’s way of doing things, so he wasn’t too flustered. He turned his body to dodge the punch, and then the two started brawling.
A short while later, Xue An was blasted to the ground by Xing Tian’s punch.
"Is that all you’ve got? Get up and fight again!"
Xue An said nothing. He rolled to his feet and once more clashed with Xing Tian.
What followed was a long and monotonous fight.
To put it simply, Xue An was knocked down again and again, and then got back up again and again.
Throughout this process, Xing Tian kept mocking him with his words, but Xue An didn’t refute him even once.
Because in this world, strength is everything. Since he couldn’t beat Xing Tian right now, anything he said would be pointless.
So he just gritted his teeth, stood up, and fought again.
No one knew how much time had passed; in any case, Xue An had been knocked down no fewer than several thousand times.
In the end, Xue An could already fight Xing Tian to a draw. Although he would still get knocked down, sometimes he could also knock Xing Tian to the ground.
This rate of growth, though Xing Tian said nothing, secretly left him extremely satisfied.
After all, he himself had cultivated for countless years, and only with the added blessing of the Xing Tian clan’s bloodline had he forged such formidable fist techniques.
How old was Xue An?
Even counting all his years of cultivation, it was barely over three thousand years, and during the bout against him, he had needed only a few thousand rounds to fight him to a draw.
This speed of growth was nothing short of terrifying.
At last, Xing Tian nodded in satisfaction.
"Alright, your unarmed bat skills are barely passable now. But as you are, you’re still just skimming the surface, because you lack the bloodline of the Xing Tian clan, and so you’re missing that fierce battle intent to fight heaven and earth!"
"And that was precisely the root of my invincibility back in the day!"
Xue An gave a wry smile. "Then what should I do? Do I have to be reforged from scratch for that?"
"Naturally, that won’t be necessary. Since I said I’d teach you, I’ll teach you without holding anything back!"
As he spoke, Xing Tian took a deep breath. His body, which he had shrunk for easier munication with Xue An, suddenly straightened and grew taller.
Then he stretched out his hand, and his long, white fingers lightly pressed against the center of Xue An’s brows.
In an instant, countless radiances surged madly into him. Even someone with Divine Sense as vast as Xue An instantly felt an enormous pressure.
"Cast off all stray thoughts and fully absorb everything I’m transmitting to you!" Xing Tian barked in a deep voice.
Xue An immediately cleared his Heart Realm and began doing his utmost to absorb this vast and plex information.
After another long span of time, Xing Tian finally transmitted everything of himself to Xue An.
By now, Xing Tian’s body had shrunk to the point of being even shorter than Xue An, and his face was filled with exhaustion.
When he released his finger, his entire body swayed, and he almost collapsed then and there.
Xue An opened his eyes, saw this, and immediately stepped forward to support him.
"Lord Xing Tian!"
Xing Tian chuckled. "Well? Have you gained any insight?"
Xue An nodded. "A great deal!"
"Good. Since that’s the case, all of my tasks are plete. Now engrave this White Bone Throne and me into your tattoo."
Xue An hesitated for a moment.
Xing Tian’s tone sank. "What? Still not making a move?"
Xue An took a deep breath, then nodded. "Yes!"
With that, he formed Seal Decisions with his hands.
In an instant, the White Bone Throne beneath his feet began to rumble and shrink, then, like the previous sea of skeletons, it transformed into white radiance.
The white radiance flew before Xing Tian, wrapped around him, and then shattered along with him, before surging into Xue An’s body.
In an instant, radiance coiled all around.
Xue An’s face remained expressionless.
This time, it lasted even longer than when the sea of skeletons had been absorbed.
At last.
The white radiance dispersed. Looking again at Xue An now, the tattoo on his back had gained a White Bone Mountain, and on top of that mountain stood a giant wielding a ganqi, brandishing it as he stood above legions of troops, issuing mands.
The void once more became empty.
Xue An stood silently in the darkness, feeling the stabbing pain ing from his back.
Only after a long time did he exhale a breath.
"Xing Tian Battle Art... Lord Xing Tian, you really went to great pains for my sake!"
Among the information Xing Tian had just transmitted to Xue An, aside from countless ages’ worth of battle experience, the most important thing was a bat art—the Xing Tian Battle Art—that condensed the wisdom of countless generations of masters of the Xing Tian clan.
It could be said that this was the most Profound and powerful secret technique Xue An had encountered so far.
Originally, this battle art had to be cultivated together with the bloodline of the Xing Tian clan, but that problem was resolved once the entire Xing Tian clan transformed into heroic spirits and attached themselves to Xue An.
One could say that Xue An, as he was now, was the only successor the Xing Tian clan had left in this world.
At the same time, Xue An also knew that as long as he cultivated the Xing Tian Battle Art to a certain level, the tattoos on his back would light up one by one and bee his to mand.
But this wasn’t what Xue An cared about. What he cared about was this.
As long as he cultivated the Xing Tian Battle Art to perfection, then Lord Xing Tian and these heroic spirits who had died in battle would all have a chance to see the sky again.
Thinking of this, Xue An’s heart stirred, and the vast Divine Sense within his body began surging madly along the paths of the Xing Tian Battle Art.
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