Chapter 10: Concept of Dual Battle Spirit
In the martial world, possessing a single high-grade Martial Spirit was already enough to dominate one's generation. But a dual Martial Spirit? That was an unfathomable rarity!
The golden dragon nodded slowly, its vast golden eyes gleaming with ancient wisdom.
"Because of your peerless Yin-Yang compatibility, if you cultivate the Holy Martial Scripture, you will awaken two Martial Spirits in the future. Both will stand at the Peak Earth Grade, a level that is already dazzling within the mortal realm."
Xiao Chen frowned slightly, a trace of dissatisfaction flickering in his eyes.
"Peak Earth Grade… that's strong, but not truly supreme, right?"
The dragon's expression turned solemn, the air around them growing heavier.
"Indeed. Although two Peak Earth Grade Martial Spirits will make you a supreme genius among mortals, they will still fall short before a Peak Heaven Grade Martial Spirit—the absolute pinnacle a mortal can attain."
The dragon's gaze sharpened, its voice turning deep and deliberate.
"However… the Holy Martial Scripture is the key to surpassing this limitation."
Xiao Chen's eyes narrowed sharply.
"What do you mean, Senior?"
The golden dragon's voice grew low, layered with a profound mystery as if uttering a secret long lost to the ages.
"This scripture holds the power of fusion. By cultivating it before your martial spirit awakening, your second Martial Spirit will naturally begin integrating with your primary one over time. Though this process will temporarily weaken your Martial Spirit's appearance, once your awakening is complete… their fusion will be seamless. In the end, they will unite—transforming into a Peak Heaven Grade Martial Spirit."
Xiao Chen's breath caught. His body trembled.
A Peak Heaven Grade Martial Spirit…!
Even the strongest cultivators in Lingshui Country, perhaps even across the entire Vast East Region, were known to possess only low Heaven Grade Martial Spirits at best.
A true Peak Heaven Grade Martial Spirit would elevate him above all his peers, allowing him to crush opponents in his realm as if they were ants beneath his feet!
His fists clenched tightly, the vision of such supremacy burning in his mind.
"Senior… if I follow this path, does that mean my Martial Spirit will not awaken properly at first?"
The golden dragon nodded, its gaze heavy with foreknowledge.
"Yes. The fusion process will mask your potential in the beginning. Your Martial Spirits will appear weak—ordinary even. Many will mock you. Some will see you as talentless, dismissing you as unworthy. But remember this, Xiao Chen—once the fusion is complete, your Martial Spirit will surpass all others."
The dragon's eyes gleamed, carrying a knowing light as ancient as time itself.
"Power is not always immediate. True strength lies in the foundation you build… and the patience to see it through."
Xiao Chen's lips tightened into a firm line. He could already envision the scornful gazes, the contemptuous laughter of those who would brand him mediocre.
But so what?
He took a deep breath and clenched his fists harder, his resolve solidifying like iron.
"I understand, Senior."
The golden dragon's voice carried a subtle reverence as it continued.
"If the Heavenly Refining Art focuses on the refinement of energy and essence, then the Holy Martial Scripture is its counterpart—it focuses on the refinement of the soul and divine essence."
Xiao Chen's eyes glinted with understanding as he slowly nodded.
One art cultivated his body and energy.
The other cultivated his soul and spirit.
Together, they formed a perfect balance—an unparalleled foundation no genius could hope to rival.
"Senior… how do I begin cultivating the Holy Martial Scripture?" His voice trembled slightly with anticipation.
The golden dragon's ancient lips curled into a rare, faint smile.
"That… you will soon find out. For now, take the scripture and let its will guide you."
A moment of silence hung between them. Xiao Chen stared at the scripture hovering before him. A heavy, ancient aura radiated from it as if it contained the weight of countless eons.
With a deep breath, Xiao Chen extended his hands, heart pounding like a war drum.
The moment his fingers touched the scripture—
BOOM!
A vast surge of soul force exploded from the book, pouring directly into his mind like a raging torrent!
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His consciousness was instantly dragged into an endless void. Stars swirled around him, forming an infinite Yin-Yang cycle that encompassed all things.
From the depths of the cosmos, a deep, ethereal voice resonated—ancient and boundless.
"To wield the power of the heavens, one must first refine their soul… To comprehend the Dao of Yin and Yang is to grasp the balance of all things…"
A tremendous wave of divine knowledge crashed into Xiao Chen's mind!
Countless cultivation techniques, profound mantras, and endless divine insights carved themselves deep into his very soul. Each word carried the weight of a heavenly law, each symbol burned with divine power.
He felt his mind expanding, his very being reshaped by the scripture's boundless wisdom. It was as if the entire cosmos was pouring into him, re-forging him anew.
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When Xiao Chen finally regained his senses, his body was drenched in sweat, trembling slightly.
Yet, his eyes shone with an unprecedented clarity.
"This scripture… it's even more profound than I imagined."
The golden dragon let out a low, approving growl, the sound rumbling like thunder in the skies.
"Indeed. The Holy Martial Scripture is a cultivation method that will guide you to a level few can ever hope to reach."
Xiao Chen exhaled slowly, his excitement boiling over. His chest heaved with the weight of the future he could now see clearly.
With Heaven's Bane, the Heavenly Refining Art, the Holy Martial Scripture, the Heavenly Yin-Yang Devouring Physique and his Heavenly Yin-Yang Dragon Bloodline—
His path to supremacy had never been clearer.
He looked up at the golden dragon, his gaze burning with unwavering determination.
"Senior… what's next?"
The dragon's massive form trembled slightly, a deep, ancient sigh escaping its lips.
"What's next… is the greatest trial of all."
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"The Inheritance Ceremony."
Xiao Chen stood before the golden dragon, his heart pounding like thunder. He had received three treasures, each beyond imagination, yet he knew—this was not the end.
The dragon's massive golden eyes gazed at him, deep and unfathomable, carrying the weight of millennia.
"You have obtained my master's first set of inheritances… However, the true inheritance ceremony is beyond your current limits."
Xiao Chen frowned slightly, his brows furrowing.
"What do you mean, Senior?"
The golden dragon let out a long, heavy sigh that seemed to echo through the world.
"My master… Long Tianyi, was a being who stood at the absolute pinnacle. Even within the Immortal Realm, he was a force that shook the heavens and the earth. His full inheritance is not something a mere Martial Core Realm cultivator like you can withstand."
Xiao Chen's hands clenched into fists, his heart sinking at the distance of the peak.
"Then… am I not qualified to receive it yet?"
The dragon's gaze softened ever so slightly, as if seeing a shadow of his master in the youth before him.
"Not yet. You must return when you reach the Martial King Realm. Only then will you be able to withstand the next set of inheritances. And… when you reach the absolute peak of the mortal realms, return once more."
Xiao Chen sucked in a deep breath, his face grim. The Martial King Realm… it was a realm of legends. In the Vast East Region, only one in a thousand ever hopes to reach such heights.
And beyond that… the Martial Monarch Realm, the Martial Emperor Realm… and finally, the Martial Saint Realm—the last step before ascension to immortality.
A heavy silence settled as Xiao Chen weighed the mountain before him.
His fists tightened until his knuckles turned white, but slowly, he exhaled.
"I understand, Senior. I will return."
The golden dragon's aura grew vast and majestic, its eyes gleaming like twin suns.
"Very well. Then prepare yourself, Xiao Chen…"
It paused, its voice turning solemn, layered with a power that shook Xiao Chen's soul.
"The path of kings begins with sacrifice. Only through baptism can your soul bear the weight of what is to come."
The dragon's body rose higher, its mighty wings unfurling as the air trembled.
"Let us begin your first baptism—the Inheritance Ceremony."