At the mont when Ye Xiaofan’s hollow gaze intersected with that graceful silhouette.
Suddenly, a drastic change occurred.
It seed as if sothing had been sensed.
The Martial Soul within Ye Xiaofan’s Profound Sea, as tall as a person, suddenly shivered. The entire Martial Soul then slightly trembled, as if summoned by so force, suddenly becoming extrely restless and excited.
Feeling the change in his body’s Martial Soul, Ye Xiaofan abruptly looked up, staring at this scene in utter disbelief.
It was evident that his Martial Soul was clearly influenced by that graceful silhouette, as if it had ford so unique resonance.
"How could this be?" A huge wave surged within Ye Xiaofan’s heart, and he was extrely shocked.
This was the first ti he had heard of soone’s Martial Soul resonating with sothing beyond a cultivator’s own being. To be precise, it wasn’t the first ti he just heard about it, but it was happening to himself.
Intuition told Ye Xiaofan that the mysterious silhouette that only he could see seed to be calling him, or rather, calling his Martial Soul.
This left Ye Xiaofan feeling both astonishing and bewildered.
And just when Ye Xiaofan was unsure what that silhouette represented.
Suddenly.
Rumble——!!!
The entire world suddenly trembled, instantly drawing everyone’s attention.
The restriction that covered the vast Ancient Ruins like an overturned glass bowl suddenly trembled, bursting with an exceptionally brilliant light, and the entire restriction began to weaken, gradually vanishing into nothingness, and the initially captivating aura dissipated within a few short monts.
In an instant.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh——!!!
With the restrictions gone, countless spiritual artifacts soared into the sky from the vast Ancient Ruins, as if trying to escape this place.
At this mont.
"The Ancient Ruins have opened."
"Everyone, follow inside. The opportunity is right in front of us, do not miss this chance."
"Go——!"
Like a vast ocean, the Righteous and Demonic Dao both surged forward, causing a chain reaction. In an instant, an endless sea of people surged towards that heaven and earth, resembling a swarm of locusts covering the sky, a grand and magnificent spectacle.
A dense crowd of cultivators flew towards those vast Ancient Ruins, eager to be the first, fearing they might lag behind.
"Senior Brother Wang, Senior Brother Qi, Junior Brother Ye, let’s not just stand here, hurry and get inside. If we’re late, we won’t get anything." Shi Jingtian, seeing Ye Xiaofan and the others still standing there, urged them.
Faced with Shi Jingtian’s urging, Wang Changsheng and Qi Yuan exchanged a glance and also soared into the sky, heading towards that vast world.
Ye Xiaofan followed the three, neither hurried nor slow, entering that world with the countless powerful figures.
And as they approached the Ancient Ruins, the Martial Soul within Ye Xiaofan’s Profound Sea also trembled more violently, and the outline of that graceful silhouette beca clearer; Ye Xiaofan could even see the fluttering sleeves of its robe, but could not make out its face.
’She’ stood quietly atop a Divine Peak deep within the Ancient Ruins, akin to an Empress overlooking the world, peerlessly graceful yet extrely ethereal.
As the four of them stepped into the Ancient Ruins, a sense of ti’s passage ca upon them, revealing that the once glorious Divine Sect was now riddled with scars, desolate and ruinous, with remnants of broken walls and ruins ravaged by weather.
However, it remained lush and verdant inside, the unchanging greenery amidst the ancient landscape.
Ye Xiaofan slowly flew along with the disciples of the Hundred Sects. As the vast ocean of people entered this world, a fierce battle for resources erupted.
Not far from him in the void.
"Hahaha, mine, it’s mine."
"I got it, this Spiritual Artifact is mine!"
Nurous Spiritual Essence Realm cultivators grabbed one Spiritual Artifact after another in their hands, unable to suppress their joyful excitent.
However, before they could revel in happiness, a large group of cultivators attacked.
"Hmph, Spiritual Artifacts are postnatal spirits, they belong to the capable. Just because you hold it doesn’t an it’s yours. It’s still unknown who will ultimately own it."
"You’re courting death!"
"Give it here!"
Boom——!!!
In a brief mont, fierce battles broke out across the entire sea of people, with countless cultivators pursuing to seize the Spiritual Artifacts, grabbing them one by one, but by the ti more cultivators arrived, the artifacts had already been divided up.
After all, although the Spiritual Artifacts born from these Ancient Ruins were countless, compared to the vast sea of cultivators, they were truly just the tip of the iceberg.
Those who obtained Spiritual Artifacts were overjoyed, while those who didn’t, simply resorted to stealing.
"Since it’s ownerless, anyone can have it."
"If you want to obtain a Spiritual Artifact, let’s see if you’re qualified."
In an instant, countless cultivators who hadn’t acquired a Spiritual Artifact were going crazy, attacking those who had seized one earlier.
A great battle was on the verge of breaking out, terrifying forces surged through the void, and people continuously fell under the sharp swords.
A Demon Sect Cultivator had just obtained a Spiritual Artifact, only to be stabbed through the heart by the person beside him, who then ruthlessly kicked him away.
In the face of absolute interest, the distinction between Righteous and Demonic Dao seed less important; only strength was the ultimate rule.
So powerful cultivators, after obtaining a Spiritual Artifact, imdiately perford a blood recognition to subdue the Artifact Spirit inside, forcibly establishing a connection with it.
"Hahaha, fellow Daoists, this Spiritual Artifact has recognized as its master. There’s no point in seizing it now, better look elsewhere," a powerful cultivator laughed heartily, as if he had firmly secured his ownership after the recognition.
Yet in the next mont.
"Haha, so what if it’s recognized you? It’s not fully bonded; if I kill you, won’t the artifact beco unowned again?" another powerful cultivator sneered and attacked imdiately, engaging in combat.
However, so cultivators who forced a hasty recognition saw their battle prowess skyrocket and beco terrifyingly strong.
These Spiritual Artifacts, though they had spawned Artifact Spirits, their intelligence was still lacking, akin to innocent children. Recognizing a master now would not et much resistance.
Thus, many cultivators, upon obtaining a Spiritual Artifact, would imdiately establish a connection and leverage its power.
However, this scene did not deter those without Spiritual Artifacts; on the contrary, seeing the rise in strength after obtaining them, countless cultivators’ eyes burned even brighter with desire.
Indeed, humans are greedy, and cultivators are no exception. The desire for power had consud many minds; people die for wealth, birds die for food.
For a while, battles erupted continuously in this world. Even before truly entering the Ancient Ruins, a massacre had already begun. So were bloodied in the vast sky; so were defeated and retreated, while others fell with a thunderous crash.
Ye Xiaofan watched this scene, filled with endless emotions. Just a few Spiritual Artifacts could cause such frenzied competition. It’s hard to imagine how fierce the contest for the opportunities within would be.
Even Wang Changsheng and Qi Yuan, looking at the Spiritual Artifacts flying everywhere, showed intense desire but ultimately held back. They did not participate in the scramble, knowing well that the true opportunities lay deeper in the Ancient Ruins. These Spiritual Artifacts erging from the Array were rely appetizers.
However, Shi Jingtian couldn’t resist. When a Spiritual Artifact soared nearby, he leapt to grab it, retreating to Wang Changsheng and the others imdiately.
Countless cultivators witnessed this scene and initially wanted to seize it, but upon sensing the ’Fourth Rank of the Spiritual Essence Realm’ aura on Wang Changsheng and Qi Yuan, they frowned slightly and chose to fly in another direction to participate in the scramble.
Shi Jingtian quickly placed the acquired Spiritual Artifact into his Space Ring, pretending nothing had happened, and continued to follow Wang Changsheng and the others.
"A peak of the ’Fourth Rank of the Spiritual Essence Realm’ expert?" A powerful cultivator from the Hundred Sects noticed Shi Jingtian’s actions but rely glanced over Wang Changsheng.
The cultivator from the Hundred Sects, with furrowed brows, after weighing the pros and cons, reluctantly withdrew and flew towards another area of Spiritual Artifact contention.
After all, the appearing Spiritual Artifacts weren’t just the one Shi Jingtian got; there was no need to confront a peak ’Fourth Rank of the Spiritual Essence Realm’ expert over it.
Shi Jingtian, after acquiring the Spiritual Artifact, quickly urged Wang Changsheng and the others to leave, "Senior Brother Wang, Senior Brother Qi, Junior Brother Ye, hurry and leave this place of trouble."
The three exchanged glances at his words, raising their eyebrows, but did not hesitate and imdiately flew deeper into the Ancient Ruins.
Evidently, compared to those Spiritual Artifacts, even though Wang Changsheng and Qi Yuan were tempted, the legacy inside the Ancient Ruins was the real goal of their journey.
After all, having reached their realm and being in the ’Hundred Sects Battle Domain’ for so many years, it’s impossible not to have one or two handy Spiritual Artifacts, but who would mind having too many?
These Spiritual Artifacts, even if one didn’t need them, could be exchanged for unimaginable Spirit Stones and cultivation resources, making them invaluable treasures to take out.
However, stronger cultivators understood the art of sacrifice and were not swayed by trivial gains, continuing to swarm toward the depths of the Ancient Ruins.
"This place is vast and boundless, but undoubtedly, the greatest opportunities lie near the gate of this ancient Divine Sect. Although we don’t have the strength to contest with high-realm experts for more fearso opportunities, trying our luck around the Divine Sect is not impossible," Wang Changsheng imdiately pointed out the direction for the four to head next.
Upon hearing this, Ye Xiaofan remained silent, flying deeper along with the vast ocean of people while gazing intently at a figure that seed both near and far.
He had a hunch that the figure was on top of a Divine Peak within the gates of this Ancient Sect, similar to one of the Fourteen Divine Peaks of the Divine Sword Sect, possibly even the Ancient Sect’s First Divine Peak.
As they gradually approached, Ye Xiaofan sensed the resonance with his Martial Soul becoming more intense, even approaching terrifying levels.
At this mont, Ye Xiaofan was approaching with an uneasy heart. He didn’t know what would happen next or what connection existed between the figure and his Martial Soul.
However, he wanted to see it for himself. His intuition told him that sothing seed to be waiting for him there, even if it appeared too coincidental, even bizarrely coincidental. But he still wanted to check it out.
After all, one thing was certain: his Martial Soul possessed simple self-awareness and would protect itself in dangerous situations, even concealing its terrifying level and protecting its current master, Ye Xiaofan.
Now, despite the abnormal behavior of his Martial Soul, it showed neither hesitation nor resistance.
This implied that the resonance held no danger for the Martial Soul or Ye Xiaofan; otherwise, his Martial Soul would have switched to self-protection mode instead of a harmonious resonance.
Yet as ti passed, the resonance grew stronger, reaching a point where Ye Xiaofan himself began to feel it.
"Who are you really? Why is there resonance between us?"
As Ye Xiaofan flew, he kept his eyes fixed on the figure, filled with endless confusion and anxiety.
He was sure they’d never crossed paths; perhaps the resonance wasn’t because of him, but because of—his Martial Soul?!
Of course, these were just speculations on Ye Xiaofan’s part. What it truly was, he needed to get closer to find out.
And there the figure stood quietly, seemingly waiting for his arrival, exceedingly strange and inexplicable.
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