Thousand miles of dust

He was an orphan with mediocre aptitude and a humble background.
Through perseverance and an unwillingness to settle for mediocrity, he practiced cultivation desperately.
By a stroke of luck, he awakened the Ancient Martial Soul, long extinct in this world, and from that moment on, his rise was unstoppable, like a comet soaring high, embarking on a cultivation journey to dominate the world.
Starting as a beggar who was bullied by others, he began to shine with each step, entering into an era of chaos where Sects are numerous, talents abound, the Ten Thousand Clans vie for power, and human heroes emerge one after another in a vast and magnificent world.
With the Tyrant Sky Martial Spirit, he vowed to forge his own myth!

Sky Ruler Martial Spirit

As Ling Xiao channeled Gang Qi into his Mountain and River Martial Soul, he immediately entered the "Soul Entry" state.


At that moment, his vision became even more terrifying.


With just one glance, he had grasped the terrain within a ten-mile radius.


A hint of excitement flashed in Ling Xiao's eyes.


In his sight, an ancient building had appeared.


According to the Mountain and River Martial Soul's analysis, if he escaped there, he would have a survival rate of over ninety percent.


Ling Xiao didn't know how the Mountain and River Martial Soul had calculated this survival rate.


The building, from the outside, looked like a coiled-up Divine Dragon.


Inside the building was a basement; the entrance was very small. His stature would allow him to get in with no problem, but for the massive Great Strength Divine Ape, it would be incredibly difficult.


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