Soul Emperor Martial God

Outside the Scrolls Room, Xiao Yi walked in slowly.

Beneath the mask, his heavy expression seemed somewhat uneasy.

Inside the Scrolls Room, heaps of intelligence dossiers were stacked like mountains.

Of course, each one was enveloped in a barrier, only accessible with sufficient authorization.

Xiao Yi held the title of Chief Steward, and in this Scrolls Room, he could open nearly eighty percent of the intelligence dossiers.

With a look of anticipation, Xiao Yi began to take out dossier after dossier.

"Nothing."

"Nothing."

"Nothing..."

Xiao Yi skimmed through rapidly, and within a few hours, he had perused most of the dossiers here.

Xiao Yi paused, then gritted his teeth and continued to flip through them.

More than an hour later.

Xiao Yi stood there in a daze.

He slowly put down a dossier in his hand, which was the last dossier.

"Nothing, again nothing, ha." Xiao Yi suddenly laughed.

However, the laugh was somewhat sad and complex.

His gaze swept over the last few racks of dossiers.

Those were the ones he did not have the authority to open.

But he no longer held hope, nor did he believe there would be any findings inside.

All he wanted to check were just ordinary intelligence messages of a sect.

"Ha." Xiao Yi laughed again.

It was a bitter laugh.

In fact, he had anticipated this.

Still, as he had thought, all he wanted to check was ordinary information of a sect, such as names, locations, etc.

And not the detailed intelligence or secrets of a sect.

This hardly counted as anything confidential.

The Scrolls Room of the Asura Hall had none; the Wind Shattering Hall's Scrolls Room had none; even the Demon Hunting Hall's Scrolls Room had none.

Demon Hunters were scattered across every corner of the world.

The intelligence capability of the Demon Hunting Hall was truly remarkable.

Yet here, there wasn't a single shred of information.

Perhaps the intelligence at this Main Hall was still too little; if he reached the Main Hall, he would surely find some news.

A thought flickered across Xiao Yi's mind.

But he shook his head.

He believed that the Demon Hunting Hall Main Hall could certainly uncover any intelligence worldwide.

However, it was no longer necessary.

For the past half month, he had almost tirelessly hunted demons, merely to obtain a result.

A result he had long anticipated, but did not want to give up on, still clinging to a shred of hope.

This result, he saw, had no information within the Main Hall.

As for the Main Hall, it was no longer necessary to go.

Just the name of a sect, its location, this ordinary information made a Main Hall devoid of intel.

This already indicated the sect's extraordinary nature.

This proved that this sect far surpassed this level.

In conclusion, even if the Main Hall truly had information about the Holy Moon Sect, it would be dossiers with authorization levels far higher than his.

Thus, he would need to have the title of Sub Hall Master or even Main Hall Master to possibly access it.

The titles of Main Hall Master and Sub Hall Master in the Central Region required daunting achievements.

The likes of Senior Li He, Senior Lei, whom he had encountered, were all over several centuries old.

Each had ventured in the Central Region for many years, completing countless tasks to accumulate enough task points and achievements.

If he could possess such titles, possessing such earth-shattering strength, would there still be a need to specifically investigate?

By the time he reached that level, some secrets might already be known or even encountered.

However, how much time would that require?

Xiao Yi shook his head, put down the dossier in his hand, and walked out of the Scrolls Room slowly.

Half a month without sleep, his exhausted eyes were filled with bloodshot veins.

The primordial power within his body, even the aura around him, had become unstable and chaotic.

Perhaps it was because he was too tired.

Or perhaps, it was because his mental state was unusually restless at this moment.

So restless that he couldn't suppress it, unable to control his primordial power.

As a Sword Dao Practitioner, the Sword Heart is the purest, and the Dao Heart is the most resolute.

At this moment, however, it seemed exceptionally fragile.

Not that he was not strong enough, but he suddenly became confused, and subsequently didn't know what to do.

His arrival in the Central Region had always been for just two purposes.

"Ka-ka."

Xiao Yi's fists clenched and crackled.

The next second, he walked quickly toward the seclusion room.

Entering the seclusion room, he waved his large hand and quickly laid down several barriers.

Then he sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and began cultivating.

He was very confused, so he needed to contemplate, to think about the path ahead.

But he knew he was very restless.

Hence, he needed to calm his mental state.

...

Half an hour later, Xiao Yi exhaled a deep breath of impure air.

He was indeed a Martial Arts Genius, easily settling his mental state.

Mental state, calm as water, his mind, without ripples.

He effortlessly entered the meditative state others dream of achieving.

Sitting cross-legged, his mind clear as a mirror, the mysteries of heaven and earth and the depth of martial arts became exceptionally simple in his eyes at this moment.

He was already at the Heavenly Extreme Fourth Layer, having mastered four complete Martial Arts.

If he continued cultivating, naturally, he needed to master a fifth complete Martial Art.

Bang... The Heaven and Earth Martial Arts Power descended from the sky, piercing through the seclusion room's prohibition, and shot directly in.

Xiao Yi attempted to absorb a trace of Martial Arts Power into his Small World.

Of course, he was merely attempting cultivation, not aiming for a breakthrough.

After all, his Qi Spring was still far from being filled to the fifth-level height with primordial power.

Therefore, he merely planned to slowly absorb some Martial Arts Power.

Then, when he acquired enough cultivation items to fill his Qi Spring to the fifth level, he could naturally and instantaneously break through.

However, just as he absorbed a trace of Martial Arts Power into the Small World.

A booming explosion echoed in the Small World.

The fifth complete Martial Art he chose to cultivate was the Martial Art of the Star Fire.

Yet at this moment, the heavy oppressive feeling from the last breakthrough resurfaced.

The terrifying, overwhelming danger immediately pressed down on him, leaving him breathless.

This time, the pressure was even far greater than before.

"Pugh." Xiao Yi spat out a mouthful of blood, his forehead drenched in sweat.

"Again." Xiao Yi muttered and shouted lowly.

Xiao Yi attempted to absorb again.

The next second, 'pugh', another mouthful of blood was spat out.

His mental state, for some unknown reason, became restless again.

"Again." Xiao Yi shouted loudly.

"Pugh."

Another mouthful of blood sprayed out.

"Again."

"Pugh."

"Again, again, again, again..."

In just moments, the entire ground was drenched in fresh blood.

The crimson blood was blindingly bright.

But in the seclusion room, those loud shouts never ceased, and even grew more agitated.

Ten minutes later, Xiao Yi's eyes went black, and he fainted on the spot.

He knew he was very restless, but he didn't want to be restless.

He wished to calm down, but he couldn't calm down.

Falling unconscious was perhaps the best way to temporarily halt the restlessness.

...

Two hours later, Xiao Yi slowly regained consciousness.

The bloodshot veins in his eyes had receded considerably.

His cold eyes still overflowed with exhaustion, yet they were much brighter than before.

The restless mental state had completely settled.

Unexpectedly, he had made a decision about the road ahead.

The usual confident arc at the corner of his mouth slightly curled up.

...

First update.