Martial Master

Just the thought of it made Qin Chen feel as if climbing to the heavens was easier.

After all, wanting to comprehend a completely new martial will on the foundation of his previous life meant that the terrifying nature of this martial will must be greater than that of his past life.

Otherwise, it would also be ineffective.

However, with his current cultivation, wanting to understand a martial will that surpassed his previous life was an incredibly difficult task, one that could not be accomplished easily.

"I thought that the experiences from my past life would allow me to easily step into the Martial King realm, but unexpectedly, it has become a hindrance instead!"

With a bitter smile, Qin Chen's face revealed a sense of helplessness.

But soon, that sense of helplessness disappeared like smoke in thin air.

At this moment.

Qin Chen thought of his previous life.

He wasn't particularly extraordinary in terms of martial arts, yet he still stepped into the eighth level Martial Emperor realm. Could it be that after reliving this life and gaining so much more understanding, he couldn't even comprehend a martial will that surpassed his previous life?

"A completely new martial will, huh?"

A flash of brilliance suddenly shot out from Qin Chen's eyes, and he said proudly, "In my previous life, I achieved such accomplishments, so in this life, I refuse to believe I can't even reach the seventh level Martial King realm. Isn't it just a new martial will? What does it matter?"

Qin Chen exuded an unprecedented confidence.

However, he was very clear that comprehending a completely new martial will would not be easy; it required time and opportunity.

"First, let's see what lies at the end of this jade slip map!"

With a flicker of his figure, Qin Chen instantly dashed out of the stone cave, continuing to fly deeper inside.

At this moment, Qin Chen was still unaware that many seventh level Martial Kings from the seven great dynasties had already arrived; he was merely racing deeper into the cave.

As Qin Chen delved further in, a chilling aura enveloped him.

"What’s going on? Why has the aura here suddenly turned so cold?"

To Qin Chen's surprise, the scene ahead grew increasingly spacious, as if the depths of this palace were not just a passage but a vast world.

"Hmm?"

Suddenly, Qin Chen's gaze froze. On the ground of this rocky cave, he discovered some withered corpses and broken weapons.

"How could there be weapons here?"

With a flash of his eyes, Qin Chen focused on them. These corpses and weapons had become severely damaged, clearly not newly born but rather having years of history. They were likely warriors who had fallen when the Celestial Demon Secret Realm opened.

What puzzled Qin Chen was that these corpses were all quite intact; he did not see any injuries, indicating that they hadn't experienced a powerful impact at the time of their death.

If so, how did they die?

His gaze flickered, still not having time to think too much. Qin Chen raised his eyebrows and immediately saw shadows ahead in the depths of the cave, flowing towards him like a tide, forming a massive shadow that surged towards him.

Qin Chen spread out his mental energy, and these shadows turned out to be black ghostly figures without any real form, clawing and scratching like demons, their eyes blood-red, and their fangs terrifying. Sensing his vitality, they swarmed towards him, appearing as an endless sea of darkness.

"Are they the Yin Souls?"

Qin Chen's scalp tingled. These ghostly figures were extremely similar to the Yin Souls he had encountered in the Black Death Marsh and on the outskirts of the Celestial Demon Secret Realm. However, compared to the elusive Yin Souls, these shadows had substance and exuded an aura of resentment, as if they were ghostly beings emerged from hell.

No wonder the cave had suddenly turned so chilly; it gathered so many ghostly entities. This implied that the fallen warriors in these caves were likely killed by these ghostly beings.

Wuwuwu!

A mass of shadows sensed Qin Chen's presence and crazily swept towards him, overwhelming him in number, spreading densely, numbering at least in the hundreds or thousands.